<?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-16807253</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:49:53.860+08:00</updated><category term='Infectioner Unmasked'/><category term='Home Improvement'/><category term='Semiotics'/><category term='Around Malaysia'/><category term='Working Class Hero'/><category term='For Fun&apos;s Sake'/><category term='Infectioner&apos;s Musings'/><category term='Buon Appetito'/><category term='Mes Amis'/><category term='Parodies'/><category term='Experiments'/><category term='Secondhand Surgery'/><category term='Internal Combustion Engine'/><category term='Geek Freak'/><category term='Petty Pet World'/><category term='Life of a Taylorian'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Announcements'/><category term='Infectioner in Oz'/><category term='This is not an Advertisement'/><category term='School&apos;s Fool'/><category term='Family Boy'/><category term='Around the World'/><category term='Internet Junk'/><category term='I wuz 0wned'/><category term='The Girlfriend 1.0'/><title type='text'>Infectioner's Outbreak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-3110598991941088259</id><published>2010-07-31T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:33:42.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move On</title><content type='html'>This is my new blog: &lt;a href="http://vixxiv.net"&gt;http://vixxiv.net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do drop by and say hi! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-3110598991941088259?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/3110598991941088259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=3110598991941088259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3110598991941088259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3110598991941088259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2010/07/move-on.html' title='Move On'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7491484764599597542</id><published>2010-03-31T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:24:13.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girlfriend 1.0'/><title type='text'>The Continued Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS: &lt;/b&gt; I guess this entire entry would qualify as a breaking news itself since it's been a while I blog lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 years (yeah yeah go on with your rant "It should be more than 3 years!") since we started dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7Nci24hLwI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-fwQN5mYhkw/s1600/DSC05873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7Nci24hLwI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-fwQN5mYhkw/s400/DSC05873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454805327593680642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we celebrated our first anniversary in 2008, we commented how it is possible for us to last a year. And now, we are still asking the damn question after 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have more faith in us, and me. You can start doing that by get naked. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7NciUbMplI/AAAAAAAAAbc/EHS-Z1Grciw/s1600/DSC05874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7NciUbMplI/AAAAAAAAAbc/EHS-Z1Grciw/s400/DSC05874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454805318343894610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you really love the picnic I prepared for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And considering I'm working right now and not as free as last time, for me to rush back to Ipoh the previous night and prepare a picnic basket just a couple hours before we supposed to meet up was a miracle work indeed. I am like the Chinese Jesus. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7NcIhYJccI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JsYCTHcsSrU/s1600/24547_375988547542_579892542_3810170_6622114_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7NcIhYJccI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JsYCTHcsSrU/s400/24547_375988547542_579892542_3810170_6622114_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454804875144163778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it wasn't without the help of family and friends. Remember to thank The Mother and Chia Yin, for assembling the ingredients for me in Ipoh. Remember to thank The Sister too, for she had to become my lab mouse in PJ to taste the horrible food I made. Well, someone had to. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite I had help, preparing for the picnic wasn't as easy as the goddamn picture looks like. But I'm not complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a picnic to strengthen our romance, eh? &lt;s&gt;And perhaps increase my chance to get laid if I might add&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7NcIdd0kzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/GzcA3vXcDrA/s1600/24547_375988587542_579892542_3810178_5478224_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7NcIdd0kzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/GzcA3vXcDrA/s400/24547_375988587542_579892542_3810178_5478224_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454804874094220082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the most &lt;em&gt;Loh Mun Tik&lt;/em&gt; boyfriend, but at least I try to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7NcHRNSk_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/eBBmnfMvaWM/s1600/DSC05887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7NcHRNSk_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/eBBmnfMvaWM/s400/DSC05887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454804853623788530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to the pillow you sewed to me, &lt;i&gt;je t'aime aussi&lt;/i&gt;. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Your Boyfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7491484764599597542?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7491484764599597542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7491484764599597542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7491484764599597542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7491484764599597542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2010/03/continued-story.html' title='The Continued Story'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S7Nci24hLwI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-fwQN5mYhkw/s72-c/DSC05873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-407260641624198464</id><published>2010-02-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:02:03.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wuz 0wned'/><title type='text'>Camera Never Lies</title><content type='html'>It all happened spontaneously, but I think it's time for me to rethink about my sexual preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S2mO6G6VaoI/AAAAAAAAAao/N2g0HTil1sQ/s1600-h/Wedding+Photoshoot+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S2mO6G6VaoI/AAAAAAAAAao/N2g0HTil1sQ/s400/Wedding+Photoshoot+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434031554338056834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S2mO56zz86I/AAAAAAAAAag/l1OFW3aXYHE/s1600-h/Wedding+Photoshoot+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S2mO56zz86I/AAAAAAAAAag/l1OFW3aXYHE/s400/Wedding+Photoshoot+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434031551089472418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S2mO5sHoVTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZlNxmUB9MZQ/s1600-h/Wedding+Photoshoot+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S2mO5sHoVTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZlNxmUB9MZQ/s400/Wedding+Photoshoot+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434031547146065202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note my hand's placement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Footnote: A very happy birthday to the guy I just molested not once, but thrice.&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/16807253-407260641624198464?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/407260641624198464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=407260641624198464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/407260641624198464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/407260641624198464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2010/02/camera-never-lies.html' title='Camera Never Lies'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S2mO6G6VaoI/AAAAAAAAAao/N2g0HTil1sQ/s72-c/Wedding+Photoshoot+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-8186604506160874876</id><published>2010-01-19T23:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:45:12.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Fun&apos;s Sake'/><title type='text'>How Not to Bat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; We are only 19 days into the new year and I'm already so busy. Hate to think of the remaining 346 days. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 2009 came to an end, The Brother and I went to play baseball at One Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S1Xaax3YfFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Qk7SXsTCTTU/s1600-h/DSC05797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S1Xaax3YfFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Qk7SXsTCTTU/s400/DSC05797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428485079462083666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no special occasion, just that I decided to try the real thing after I got bored of bullying anyone who dared to step up to the plate and challenge me in Wii Baseball. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the most recent match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S1XaP7LwxJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9Gv4kPLOkhk/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S1XaP7LwxJI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/9Gv4kPLOkhk/s400/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428484892984919186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horny-looking Mii absolutely crushed my cousin's Mii. *cue evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically the Barry Bonds of Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S1XaPf6mdjI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WeRFKprP1LE/s1600-h/barry-bonds-record-home-run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S1XaPf6mdjI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WeRFKprP1LE/s400/barry-bonds-record-home-run.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428484885665183282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, alright, enough with the narcissism. Show us you can do that in real-life too!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that's what you're thinking. Don't worry, no offense is taken. As a geek myself, I tend to get that comment a lot to the extent I am immune to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite sad, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S1XaPM25LyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vl-akZQuPGc/s1600-h/DSC05786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S1XaPM25LyI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vl-akZQuPGc/s400/DSC05786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428484880549359394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like always, I will show you that it's wrong to think that I am just another obese guy who sits at home doing nothing but eat KFC while watch another episode of How I Met Your Mother which he obtained through a mean which may or may not be illegal in certain countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the following video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mDkINSwEUU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mDkINSwEUU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how? Am I good, or am I good? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is wait for the Malaysian All-Star League Baseball to give me a call (yes, we do have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malaysian_All-Star_League_Baseball"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;). Any minute now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-8186604506160874876?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/8186604506160874876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=8186604506160874876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/8186604506160874876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/8186604506160874876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-not-to-bat.html' title='How Not to Bat'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/S1Xaax3YfFI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Qk7SXsTCTTU/s72-c/DSC05797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7140933948851689544</id><published>2009-12-29T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:43:16.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Boy'/><title type='text'>My Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; *Look at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shane_Diesel"&gt;his&lt;/a&gt;* *Look at mine* I'm ashamed of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 22nd of December, I was officially graduated from UniSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SH2WR_l43WI/AAAAAAAABkA/plLI45jNLbA/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SH2WR_l43WI/AAAAAAAABkA/plLI45jNLbA/s400/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223496378691935586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't go for the graduation ceremony (the picture was taken back in &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/07/tarc-convocation.html"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;, if you're wondering). Instead, I'm pretty sure I was still sleeping on my bed in Ipoh when the ceremony was held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any conspiracy going on about my absence from my very own graduation. It's very simple. If I did not come back to Malaysia at the first place, I will definitely go to it. But the problem is I did come back. Factoring the time and money potentially spent, it's just not worthwhile to purposely fly back to Adelaide just to receive a piece of paper (very important paper though). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's why I did not go. But that doesn't mean I'm happy to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SzkAc6QmSKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/K31WdZ8VMqk/s1600-h/19866_258031003635_824658635_4521635_6174627_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SzkAc6QmSKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/K31WdZ8VMqk/s400/19866_258031003635_824658635_4521635_6174627_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420364123192314018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My former housemates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter side, my parents did cheer me up. As I graduated, they decided to give me presents. Considering the money they had use to put me through the higher education, giving me gifts seems wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since they insisted..... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SzkAcomqyYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cgtcUQAubFs/s1600-h/DSC05736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SzkAcomqyYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/cgtcUQAubFs/s400/DSC05736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420364118453045634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Mother, I got an iPhone 3GS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SzkAcTwxiNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/lA7owZywpWg/s1600-h/DSC05745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SzkAcTwxiNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/lA7owZywpWg/s400/DSC05745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420364112858286290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from The Father, I got a PS3 Slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm a lucky son of a bitch with parents who shower me with unconditional &lt;s&gt;money&lt;/s&gt; love. Just one question though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SzkAcE-yaZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KzfmwKY0kiE/s1600-h/DSC05748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SzkAcE-yaZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/KzfmwKY0kiE/s400/DSC05748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420364108890532242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for me to restudy and regraduate again until I'm 55? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7140933948851689544?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7140933948851689544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7140933948851689544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7140933948851689544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7140933948851689544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-graduation.html' title='My Graduation'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SH2WR_l43WI/AAAAAAAABkA/plLI45jNLbA/s72-c/DSC00157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7926034518922785561</id><published>2009-12-15T02:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T04:55:17.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buon Appetito'/><title type='text'>Gluttony</title><content type='html'>I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for such a long absence from the blog, but I have been undertaking an important mission of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDnKSsIvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Gd5cTkSw_ME/s1600-h/DSC05497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDnKSsIvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Gd5cTkSw_ME/s400/DSC05497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415160310760481522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was to fill up my tummy and rediscover my delicate taste buds. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDn7br_8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/95IZHTascjU/s1600-h/DSC05489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDn7br_8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/95IZHTascjU/s400/DSC05489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415160323951558594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot blame me for taking such a long break from this blog just to eat (and of course, meeting up with friends and relatives). For the past nine months, I have been going through a living hell with the choice of food available in Adelaide. Everything is Western oriented over there (well, duh). It was a truly shocking experience for my tongue who has been eating rice for the past 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there was Asian cuisine too in Adelaide as well, but it was an even more shocking experience for my tongue. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDno4UzxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8ScN3_7ZTMM/s1600-h/DSC05173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDno4UzxI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8ScN3_7ZTMM/s400/DSC05173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415160318971399954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality Asian food? My big fat ass. It did not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an example of how Asian cuisine looks like in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDnRGvqMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/9gEYUxRoCQA/s1600-h/DSC05353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDnRGvqMI/AAAAAAAAAYY/9gEYUxRoCQA/s400/DSC05353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415160312589428930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it tasted twice as bad as it looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all those are in the past now. The nightmare is over. Now that I have returned to Malaysia.... MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDIMhrq5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/0Ad5zR6fxR0/s1600-h/DSC05498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDIMhrq5I/AAAAAAAAAYI/0Ad5zR6fxR0/s400/DSC05498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415159778784291730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikan bakar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaltxWfUVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/k2s81E1cY78/s1600-h/24112009097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaltxWfUVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/k2s81E1cY78/s400/24112009097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415197807719960914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken wing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDH9DBy4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/GGbALiPy9Tw/s1600-h/DSC05501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDH9DBy4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/GGbALiPy9Tw/s400/DSC05501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415159774629186434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry noodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDHgt4EaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sSSafyHEM28/s1600-h/DSC05488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDHgt4EaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sSSafyHEM28/s400/DSC05488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415159767024275874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork noodle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDGz9arTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-Ww7wmIc80g/s1600-h/DSC05480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDGz9arTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-Ww7wmIc80g/s400/DSC05480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415159755009862962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaCeRGM3vI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uI8uexZzU7g/s1600-h/DSC05507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaCeRGM3vI/AAAAAAAAAXY/uI8uexZzU7g/s400/DSC05507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415159058456698610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nom nom nom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaCeqGoFnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lBCJl3wpu9E/s1600-h/DSC05492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaCeqGoFnI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lBCJl3wpu9E/s400/DSC05492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415159065169368690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nom nom nom nom nom nom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaluSrx6gI/AAAAAAAAAY4/G32Kx6FtVrc/s1600-h/24112009098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaluSrx6gI/AAAAAAAAAY4/G32Kx6FtVrc/s400/24112009098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415197816667630082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaCd9ei1MI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PcHXdxTAtXo/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaCd9ei1MI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PcHXdxTAtXo/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415159053190091970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: I did not eat Pizza Hut since I left therefore it qualifies as local cuisine :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BURRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to acknowledge other amazing local cuisine too in their great help in ensuring the success of my mission such as tau fu fa, Ipoh's salted chicken, roti canai, nasi kandar, nasi lemak, fishball noodle, economic rice, Ramly burger, and many, many more. Without them, I won't be here sitting down and typing this post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was great to eat my beloved local cuisine once again to my heart's desire, I forget to take account of an itsy bitsy teenie weenie thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaCdt1HKKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Z6ut64UT1IU/s1600-h/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaCdt1HKKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Z6ut64UT1IU/s400/IMG_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415159048989780130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget about my scale's desire. -_______-||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7926034518922785561?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7926034518922785561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7926034518922785561&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7926034518922785561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7926034518922785561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/12/gluttony.html' title='Gluttony'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SyaDnKSsIvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Gd5cTkSw_ME/s72-c/DSC05497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5876324040108545039</id><published>2009-11-17T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T04:33:51.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Infectioner not in Oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I am free to go out yumcha with anyone. If you want to, that is. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 14th of November 2009, approximately at 8PM, I arrived home in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLfPRVDYnI/AAAAAAAAAUw/j1aAAcQr_tQ/s1600/DSC05469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLfPRVDYnI/AAAAAAAAAUw/j1aAAcQr_tQ/s400/DSC05469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405127956240753266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 276 days in Adelaide and 5 days in Perth, my stay in Australia is officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so surreal even when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that on 6th of February 2009, I went to Adelaide to do my final year in Bachelor of Arts (Communication &amp;amp; Media Management) in University of South Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLfO6RlfvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8swxaAUpWOQ/s1600/DSC04571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLfO6RlfvI/AAAAAAAAAUo/8swxaAUpWOQ/s400/DSC04571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405127950052196082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left just like that. So fast can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be lying if I say I'm not sad about leaving the place. I mean, after all, I did stay there for quite some time. I won't be so heartless and cruel to say I did not grow attached to the place and its lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really enjoy my stay in Australia. Throughout my stay in Adelaide, I had nothing but wonderful experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0J9GzOI/AAAAAAAAC7U/WIFBk3Vu56o/s1600-h/DSC04016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0J9GzOI/AAAAAAAAC7U/WIFBk3Vu56o/s400/DSC04016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331499793762405602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I went for &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-insanity-and-beyond.html"&gt;skydiving&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjzjfHFiI/AAAAAAAAADA/m4zI9IWfo2E/s1600-h/Photo0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjzjfHFiI/AAAAAAAAADA/m4zI9IWfo2E/s400/Photo0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362348781176559138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when I went &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/07/foo-fighter.html"&gt;flying an aeroplane&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vWD8ymmI/AAAAAAAADEM/j-Okt9eq8L0/s1600-h/DSC04284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vWD8ymmI/AAAAAAAADEM/j-Okt9eq8L0/s400/DSC04284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691275519072866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when I was &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/07/gambling-in-adelaide.html"&gt;KO-ed by my housemates&lt;/a&gt;. Not sure how it can be considered as wonderful though. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many more which I did not blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides wasting my parents' hard-earned money, my life in Adelaide become more fun as I also have met some of the most wonderful people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLfOERLo2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3lVeendnf4A/s1600/DSC05341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLfOERLo2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/3lVeendnf4A/s400/DSC05341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405127935554986850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad that we don't have more time to get to know more about each other. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how could I forget to mention my housemates? I have always emphasised on how I can never get better housemates than two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them so, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLe21abdhI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6NqGoGeXwn0/s1600/DSC05399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLe21abdhI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6NqGoGeXwn0/s400/DSC05399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405127536430249490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think this is disgusting? Well, you, my friend, haven't see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLe2hQLpkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qM37JTDw7pw/s1600/DSC05452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLe2hQLpkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qM37JTDw7pw/s400/DSC05452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405127531018561090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... well, I guess that's it. I'm not very good when it comes to translating my feeling into words and writing an emotional post, especially this post with such high magnitude of emotion. Words may fail me, but I truly enjoy and treasure the memories I had in these past 9 months. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye UV Apartment 605.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLe2dfw6oI/AAAAAAAAAT4/X3Vvpi1HV1Y/s1600/DSC05465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLe2dfw6oI/AAAAAAAAAT4/X3Vvpi1HV1Y/s400/DSC05465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405127530010176130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLe1_2DkLI/AAAAAAAAATw/P0NfO_LSIDQ/s1600/DSC05345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLe1_2DkLI/AAAAAAAAATw/P0NfO_LSIDQ/s400/DSC05345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405127522050609330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in Australian slang: see ya later, mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLe1f-sj9I/AAAAAAAAATo/84GUYDj6j7g/s1600/DSC05445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLe1f-sj9I/AAAAAAAAATo/84GUYDj6j7g/s400/DSC05445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405127513496915922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo. Was here. In Adelaide. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5876324040108545039?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5876324040108545039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5876324040108545039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5876324040108545039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5876324040108545039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/11/infectioner-not-in-oz.html' title='Infectioner not in Oz'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SwLfPRVDYnI/AAAAAAAAAUw/j1aAAcQr_tQ/s72-c/DSC05469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7365645607268648770</id><published>2009-11-11T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:46:29.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner Unmasked'/><title type='text'>The Final Lap</title><content type='html'>Everytime a semester is coming to an end, I would always be busy rushing my assignments to meet the deadlines. Few things are expected to happen during this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg5Zw-4nI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5efOfa_hQjc/s1600-h/DSC05324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg5Zw-4nI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5efOfa_hQjc/s400/DSC05324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402877979757830770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as the three-meals-in-one meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SvrhLawhnHI/AAAAAAAAATg/eLaVscoU7ek/s1600-h/DSC05337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SvrhLawhnHI/AAAAAAAAATg/eLaVscoU7ek/s400/DSC05337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402878289261993074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messy room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg5k9Yg_I/AAAAAAAAATY/AeTJllJ4oPk/s1600-h/DSC05326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg5k9Yg_I/AAAAAAAAATY/AeTJllJ4oPk/s400/DSC05326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402877982762632178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sexy moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things just never change. But this time, it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg4_jG9UI/AAAAAAAAATA/mVUiclBIC6g/s1600-h/DSC04581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg4_jG9UI/AAAAAAAAATA/mVUiclBIC6g/s400/DSC04581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402877972720317762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's my final semester. My final year. That's it. *Snap finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, three years of Bachelor of Arts (Communication and Media Management), one year of South Australian Matriculation (Business/IT), five years of secondary education, six years of primary education and six years of poo poo lessons all come together for this defining moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have imagined how it would look and feel like to reach the end game before. I saw one pleasing, joyful sight with butterflies flying around. But now that I am actually at this point, it's one scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg5I60yyI/AAAAAAAAATI/fyPwGIzUFOo/s1600-h/DSC05308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg5I60yyI/AAAAAAAAATI/fyPwGIzUFOo/s400/DSC05308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402877975235709730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so stressed out before in my life. It seems that the closer I get to the end, the more I am afraid that I may screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my final assignments, relatively speaking, are quite simple but I have been redoing it over and over again because I fear that I might did it wrongly. After all, at this stage, I don't want one silly mistake to screw up all the efforts I have put into these past years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two more days and everything will be over. In two more days, all my assignments will be due. In three more days, I would be on the plane and fly back to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg4pa9lyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/DJbS8DrhSEg/s1600-h/DSC04570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg4pa9lyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/DJbS8DrhSEg/s400/DSC04570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402877966780569378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether I will finish the assignments first or they will finish me first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7365645607268648770?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7365645607268648770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7365645607268648770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7365645607268648770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7365645607268648770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/11/final-lap.html' title='The Final Lap'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Svrg5Zw-4nI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5efOfa_hQjc/s72-c/DSC05324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-8687311688896642663</id><published>2009-10-18T06:54:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:13:47.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>I Have Bean Boozled</title><content type='html'>I recently bought some candies from Blackeby's Old Sweets Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpODmxn_CI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FsiMozT_nX8/s1600-h/DSC05191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpODmxn_CI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FsiMozT_nX8/s400/DSC05191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393709327584853026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The facade gives me a really Willy Wonka feel to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is apparently the most famous candy shop in Adelaide, though it seems weird considering the shop is secluded from the public just like &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-mad.html"&gt;The Original Pancake Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's with me and secluded places. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpODQL6MOI/AAAAAAAAASI/nVMiWNV7R8Y/s1600-h/DSC05181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpODQL6MOI/AAAAAAAAASI/nVMiWNV7R8Y/s400/DSC05181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393709321521082594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole shop is seriously filled with nothing but sweets. You can literally smell the sweetness in the air. They have so many candies inside that I have to stay in the shop for more than half an hour just to decide which one I wanted to buy. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all candies I bought (all AUD30 of it), there's one which piqued my curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpMrkC338I/AAAAAAAAARQ/qBupyCbwPfU/s1600-h/DSC05217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpMrkC338I/AAAAAAAAARQ/qBupyCbwPfU/s400/DSC05217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393707815023402946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Jelly Belly's BeanBoozled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to its description, it's just like &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Bertie_Bott%27s_Every_Flavour_Beans"&gt;Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans&lt;/a&gt; in Harry Potter series, as it contains some of the ridiculous flavors ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpMrBPocMI/AAAAAAAAARI/TOs5nmL-OSw/s1600-h/DSC05226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpMrBPocMI/AAAAAAAAARI/TOs5nmL-OSw/s400/DSC05226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393707805681676482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste? Vomit? PENCIL SHAVINGS? Geez you have to wonder how on earth they come out with that flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if those guys who invented it were not wicked enough, they even made those weird flavors to have same appearance with the "normal" flavors. I guess so that no one can know which flavor they are having until they put in their mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked indeed. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StqvzWoEoBI/AAAAAAAAASo/e7HkY-yOcNE/s1600-h/DSC05261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StqvzWoEoBI/AAAAAAAAASo/e7HkY-yOcNE/s400/DSC05261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393816800511434770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to try one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpMq47V51I/AAAAAAAAARA/4DbLakbXhYM/s1600-h/DSC05241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpMq47V51I/AAAAAAAAARA/4DbLakbXhYM/s400/DSC05241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393707803449091922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmmm, interesting flavor. But I cannot pinpoint what it is. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the box, it's either booger or juicy pear. Is that how juicy pear taste like? Well, I never ate pear before so I cannot exactly say I know its taste. Or is it booger's flavor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, what's booger anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpMqXaBOsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IuIV5gA_lLM/s1600-h/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpMqXaBOsI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IuIV5gA_lLM/s400/DSC05240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393707794450954946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mozilla Firefox &gt; Google &gt; define:booger &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Definitions of booger on the Web:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) bogeyman: an imaginary monster used to frighten children&lt;br /&gt;2) dried nasal mucus&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpLquTVvUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GGl2WbGpjH0/s1600-h/DSC05245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpLquTVvUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GGl2WbGpjH0/s400/DSC05245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393706701085326658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCUS!!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpLqCLguWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a828q-zrlk4/s1600-h/DSC05255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpLqCLguWI/AAAAAAAAAQg/a828q-zrlk4/s400/DSC05255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393706689241332066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhahhhhahhhhh!!! UUUHHHGGG-rrrr! UUUHHHGGG-rrrrRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpLpqKdf5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BQ4Il3M6SMg/s1600-h/DSC05258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpLpqKdf5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BQ4Il3M6SMg/s400/DSC05258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393706682794475410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUHHHGGGrrrrRRR! HHHurrRRRRRRRRnhhhh! Annnnggg Gu Guuuuuu!! AAAAAAAAaaa rrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpLpZYHhRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gVEFsyFdgos/s1600-h/DSC05259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpLpZYHhRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gVEFsyFdgos/s400/DSC05259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393706678288352530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL THE GIRLFRIEND I LO... *faint*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-8687311688896642663?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/8687311688896642663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=8687311688896642663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/8687311688896642663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/8687311688896642663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-bean-boozled.html' title='I Have Bean Boozled'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/StpODmxn_CI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FsiMozT_nX8/s72-c/DSC05191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-6184761195855066570</id><published>2009-10-08T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:07:33.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Me Being a Sports Journalist</title><content type='html'>Last month, I had to do a sports match review for my Sports Journalism class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszzjmOYkSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tiSR7ZziR9c/s1600-h/DSC05123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszzjmOYkSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tiSR7ZziR9c/s400/DSC05123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389950646937489698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of assignment was a first to me because it required me to actually go out there where there's a blazing sun and actually do, erm, something. So after much consideration &lt;s&gt;actually quite fast cause it's one of the few sports available during spring&lt;/s&gt;, I decided to cover both matches of &lt;a href="http://www.collegiatesoccerleague.com.au/index.php"&gt;Collegiate Soccer League&lt;/a&gt; (CSL) League Cup semi-final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you, it's not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sszy8F8ctzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6dIb2iG9aNM/s1600-h/DSC05094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sszy8F8ctzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6dIb2iG9aNM/s400/DSC05094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389949968257431346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my face. It didn't spell out F-U-N to you, right? -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became Mr. Versatile as I needed to do three jobs at the same time. It's just plain too much works to do for an one-man team. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sszy73i7b3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/4lYBJDhHHNE/s1600-h/DSC05096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sszy73i7b3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/4lYBJDhHHNE/s400/DSC05096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389949964392296306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to watch the games and jot down all the important details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sszy7cGcyoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/t5qAzh86Q7E/s1600-h/DSC05046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sszy7cGcyoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/t5qAzh86Q7E/s400/DSC05046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389949957025090178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All look here please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to run around the freaking big field to take pictures of the matches, hoping one of them would turn out to be 'Kodak' moment-like picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sszy7MvEV9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/wsbR58gS7_Y/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sszy7MvEV9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/wsbR58gS7_Y/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389949952900487122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daniel Fenton of Pembroke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that's not bad enough, I also had to interview the coaches, captains or key players for information and so that I can quote them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the first game was between &lt;a href="http://www.scocsc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scotch&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2374658444"&gt;Pembroke&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sszy69_Tr_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S9u0B7ZiXlU/s1600-h/DSC05012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sszy69_Tr_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/S9u0B7ZiXlU/s400/DSC05012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389949948942069746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotch, wearing black, was the obvious underdog as they finished 24 points behind their opponent of the day, Pembroke, in the league. Pembroke, meanwhile, lost the league to Mercedes by just one point. And if that's not convincing enough, Pembroke had the best defense in the league this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were betting, I know which team I would bet on. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxuaxxzGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ApHNNcQs9mM/s1600-h/DSC05019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxuaxxzGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ApHNNcQs9mM/s400/DSC05019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948633820023906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are Pembroke coach and captain, Jim Muir and Kym Butcher. Kym did not play that day as he got a hip injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kym, he's quite good-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxuKkuOUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IVcd5TpbEe0/s1600-h/DSC05083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxuKkuOUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/IVcd5TpbEe0/s400/DSC05083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948629470296386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blasphemy for a guy to look that good and still play &lt;s&gt;football&lt;/s&gt; soccer! &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match started at 1PM. Against the run of play, Scotch scored first in the 35th minute when Adrian Clark lost the ball in the centre circle which allowed Scotch to break and resulted in Dave Ollerenshaw scoring to give Scotch the lead going into the break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxtpHXKNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/upKylapZBxU/s1600-h/DSC05032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxtpHXKNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/upKylapZBxU/s400/DSC05032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948620488779986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second half, Pembroke coach Jim Muir brought on Andrew Chan to inject pace to his side but Scotch doubled their lead in the 60th minute. A free kick from their own half found Chris Rogers who controlled it before allowed Toby Rogers to strike the ball to the top corner from outside of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the 75th minute, Pembroke found a lifeline when Adrian Clark redeemed his earlier mistake by scoring from the edge of the box to make the game interesting once again. And five minutes later, Pembroke equalised when Peter Spiers slammed the ball into the bottom corner, forcing an extra time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxtfWq8oI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UQRRWLjrahY/s1600-h/DSC05048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxtfWq8oI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UQRRWLjrahY/s400/DSC05048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948617868636802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the extra time, again against the run of play, Scotch was awarded a free kick outside the penalty box and Ollerenshaw stepped up to score his second goal and sent his side to the final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result was unexpected. On papers, no offense to Scotch, Pembroke was clearly the better team. I would totally lose my money if I had bet on this game. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Kym (the Pembroke injured captain?) was devastated with the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxtHBi2KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VvoOmu5swQk/s1600-h/DSC05086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxtHBi2KI/AAAAAAAAAOo/VvoOmu5swQk/s400/DSC05086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948611337574562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guy can be that good-looking when they are devastated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the second game began as soon as the first game ended. I didn't have time to take a break at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxONxHlRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MV5HepFnuWM/s1600-h/DSC05106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxONxHlRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MV5HepFnuWM/s400/DSC05106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948080571782418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please raise up your hand if you're Mercedes coach and captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second match was between league champion &lt;a href="http://www.mocsc.org/"&gt;Mercedes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://rocsc.org/"&gt;Rostrevor&lt;/a&gt;. Like Pembroke, Rostrevor lost to Mercedes in the league standings but just one solitary point. Mercedes clearly had the advantage especially they defeated Rostrevor twice in the league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong about the previous match, but this game is confirmed for Mercedes to lose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxNzhoS3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/cbkxQ6eJaJ4/s1600-h/DSC05109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxNzhoS3I/AAAAAAAAAOY/cbkxQ6eJaJ4/s400/DSC05109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948073527495538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quiet first half, the match came into life when Gianni La Scala played a defence-splitting pass to Rostrevor top scorer Michael Della-Verde to score, giving Rostrevor a 1-0 lead in the 55th minute. But Mercedes equalised thirteen minutes later when captain and coach David Forster led by example as he ran through the defence and scored past the onrushing Rostrevor goalkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match went into the extra time and it was Rostrevor who took the lead again when Mauro Grossi whipped in a free kick into the box for Lars Kruse to head it past the goalkeeper. However, it was short-lived as Forster was involved again when he drilled a free kick from the left side to the far post for Josh Pahram to bundle it across the line to equalise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Rostrevor quickly restored their advantage when second-half substitute Lloyd Ioannou ran down the right wing and crossed the ball to Della-Verde who was unmarked in the box and headed it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxNXryEiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pJtbIQVQYss/s1600-h/DSC05130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxNXryEiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pJtbIQVQYss/s400/DSC05130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948066053886498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes tried to equalise again, but due to pushing too many men forward, they left the defense exposed. Ioannau turned goalscorer in the second extra time period when he ran towards the goal from the left wing and scored to make it 4-2 to Rostrevor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Rostrevor... won. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxNMr7DlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pc9j5WfwfTY/s1600-h/DSC05149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxNMr7DlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pc9j5WfwfTY/s400/DSC05149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948063101685330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'm not giving any more tips on betting soccer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my predictions were lousy, at least I got two exciting matches to report about! With the upset victories, I can see the headline now - "The Underdog Final"! I am bound to write the best article ever! Heck, I may even win a Pulitzer! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxMt1AZ8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zZ2tH5QqZQY/s1600-h/DSC05198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszxMt1AZ8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zZ2tH5QqZQY/s400/DSC05198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948054818285506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to do is decipher what the hell I wrote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-6184761195855066570?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/6184761195855066570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=6184761195855066570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6184761195855066570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6184761195855066570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-being-sports-journalist.html' title='Me Being a Sports Journalist'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SszzjmOYkSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tiSR7ZziR9c/s72-c/DSC05123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-6238278277483200829</id><published>2009-09-28T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:43:55.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>The Slingshot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Time seems to fly so fast. I have only 7 weeks left before going back to Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day in Royal Adelaide Show, I experienced 6 G's of acceleration to 0 gravity, attaining heights of 230 feet (70m) and reaching speed of up to 100mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBFL45akaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qnkSHk4_Xac/s1600-h/DSC04968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBFL45akaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qnkSHk4_Xac/s400/DSC04968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386381224889192866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so what they said about the Slingshot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the information, apparently this ride is so exclusive that there are only 62 Slingshots operating in this world. Furthermore, it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBFMBGvRkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/aIQA-R5ElEA/s1600-h/DSC04956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBFMBGvRkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/aIQA-R5ElEA/s400/DSC04956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386381227092559426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Slingshot experience is completely unique, incomparable to any other, combining the feelings of excessive speed, acceleration, height, free-falling and rotation, without exerting physical stress on the body. Whilst most extreme experiences rely on free-falling, such as skydiving, bungy jumping, swings and drops, nothing produces acceleration in a vertical trajectory like the Slingshot.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better than &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-insanity-and-beyond.html"&gt;skydiving&lt;/a&gt;? I'M IN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBFLX_uDkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RfJzejhN_7o/s1600-h/IMG_3856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBFLX_uDkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/RfJzejhN_7o/s400/IMG_3856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386381216057265730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid AUD30 (RM90), signed a release form and off I went. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a staff strapped me tight inside the "ball", it was turned 90° upward. And then I waited for them to shoot me up in the sky. It was quite a long wait I felt, when it was actually less than 30 seconds. I guess there's a grain of truth that your life goes slower when you're about to die. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I was thinking about many things, like how I always pay money to get myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBEs5dlr5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/q8tn0Ebba9U/s1600-h/IMG_3867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBEs5dlr5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/q8tn0Ebba9U/s400/IMG_3867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386380692464971666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILLEDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Did you see my pair of legs hanging in the air? :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBEskBFJhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kWojsATMmlc/s1600-h/IMG_3872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBEskBFJhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/kWojsATMmlc/s400/IMG_3872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386380686708254226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After screaming totally like a girl, which I will deny it til my death, the ride was over before I knew it. I won't say the adrenaline rush was better than skydiving, but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OG15Kg9I24&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OG15Kg9I24&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only true way to describe the ride is to imagine the ride is a gigantic paddleball and you are the unfortunate rubber ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBEsJBIhpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/v1j-ZPPibCI/s1600-h/bloo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBEsJBIhpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/v1j-ZPPibCI/s400/bloo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386380679460718226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the paddleball player (?) is Blooregard Q. Kazoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was a great ride. But it was totally spoiled by the guy who was sitting beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBEr9Nzt9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/kk3Ul9IJOuM/s1600-h/slingshot1+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBEr9Nzt9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/kk3Ul9IJOuM/s400/slingshot1+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386380676292655058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupe, this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the short period of time, he did not shout at all. You can see it from my face that I was quite WTF at his lack of emotion or what he may perceived as "manliness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBErfXbHEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Zn92amgmYUU/s1600-h/slingshot2+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBErfXbHEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Zn92amgmYUU/s400/slingshot2+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386380668279921730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have viewed the video, I was even more WTF. -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-6238278277483200829?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/6238278277483200829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=6238278277483200829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6238278277483200829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6238278277483200829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/09/slingshot.html' title='The Slingshot'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SsBFL45akaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/qnkSHk4_Xac/s72-c/DSC04968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-203120908575533735</id><published>2009-09-25T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:37:28.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>EIEIO</title><content type='html'>Before I won my cute doggie at those game stalls, we stopped by The Learning Centre, where they showed us agricultural stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroQCGWGvgI/AAAAAAAAALI/EMyyugOqhHM/s1600-h/DSC04937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroQCGWGvgI/AAAAAAAAALI/EMyyugOqhHM/s400/DSC04937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633932723961346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, according to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Adelaide_Show"&gt;the infallible Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, The Royal Show is primarily an opportunity for the State's farmers to show examples of their livestock. So it's an opportunity not to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy, did they have livestock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SrzcMwjKlFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0wWf1vt6RTI/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SrzcMwjKlFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0wWf1vt6RTI/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385421366177207378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroQDZPIccI/AAAAAAAAALY/fiu9oXzOw-M/s1600-h/IMG_3810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroQDZPIccI/AAAAAAAAALY/fiu9oXzOw-M/s400/IMG_3810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633954974855618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroQCnDZIEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5Qww1ZUpEYk/s1600-h/IMG_3818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroQCnDZIEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5Qww1ZUpEYk/s400/IMG_3818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633941503844418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were even, erm, hairy cocks. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides looking at livestock, we also saw and learned how certain stuffs worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroQEZuByPI/AAAAAAAAALo/3OUeV_JqBMY/s1600-h/DSC04938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroQEZuByPI/AAAAAAAAALo/3OUeV_JqBMY/s400/DSC04938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633972284311794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That guy in black was making my horseshoe :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how they made a horseshoe from scratch in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also how sheep is shaved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroPeyq2IJI/AAAAAAAAALA/ETVS8i08xUQ/s1600-h/IMG_3775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroPeyq2IJI/AAAAAAAAALA/ETVS8i08xUQ/s400/IMG_3775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633326146822290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procedure was faster than I thought, but I was a bit sad watching the sheep remained motionless while that guy shaved him/her. The poor sheep. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the highlights of the day were no doubt the pig racing and pig diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroPdP3K8HI/AAAAAAAAAKo/j6oexQ3RSLo/s1600-h/DSC04943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroPdP3K8HI/AAAAAAAAAKo/j6oexQ3RSLo/s400/DSC04943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633299623407730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig exhibitions were supposed to close down due to &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/08/15/2656946.htm"&gt;swine flu&lt;/a&gt;, but both shows survived the cut. Watching pigs performed has totally changed my view about pigs because all these while I never thought of pigs as performers or entertainers; just merely 'char siew' rice. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the video of the pig racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmwS5SU213k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmwS5SU213k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the video of the pig diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBxNZKh1WEo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vBxNZKh1WEo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was fun watching the pigs performed, I was not happy. Why? Because they did not invite me! How could they had a pig exhibition without me?! That's just plain rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SrzRHlwBWZI/AAAAAAAAALw/QlLbOzugN-Q/s1600-h/pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SrzRHlwBWZI/AAAAAAAAALw/QlLbOzugN-Q/s400/pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385409182751086994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I would make a splash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-203120908575533735?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/203120908575533735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=203120908575533735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/203120908575533735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/203120908575533735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/09/eieio.html' title='EIEIO'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SroQCGWGvgI/AAAAAAAAALI/EMyyugOqhHM/s72-c/DSC04937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5267697303780199019</id><published>2009-09-21T23:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:19:16.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>My Lucky Horseshoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I am coming back to Malaysia on November 14th. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this month, I went to the &lt;a href=“http://www.theshow.com.au/”&gt;Royal Adelaide Show&lt;/a&gt; with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyJQAc45I/AAAAAAAAAJI/sRGhypKF5Sc/s1600-h/DSC04947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyJQAc45I/AAAAAAAAAJI/sRGhypKF5Sc/s400/DSC04947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383967751530144658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an annual state fair held in early September at the Adelaide Showgrounds in Wayville, which is not far from the city. It ran for nine days from 4th to 12th September. I went on the 5th. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there were so many things to do in the showground, I’m not going to cover my entire one-day trip in a single entry. Let’s just focus one by one, ok? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop: the game stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sre0boNWBgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aF84WrsSzOU/s1600-h/DSC04975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sre0boNWBgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aF84WrsSzOU/s400/DSC04975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383970266287572482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah~ game stalls. How I hate thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t enjoy playing games in those stalls. In my opinion, it’s a public scam where you are conned into playing games which are said so easy to win a prize that you can do it blindfolded but the fact is you have little to no chance of winning at all. I learned it the hard way after that disastrous attempt to win a giant plushie for The Girlfriend &lt;a href=“ http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-fun-no-fair.html”&gt;eons ago&lt;/a&gt;. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this time. This time, I had this thing with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreywmQ1YmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TGRTwBWK6WU/s1600-h/DSC05168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreywmQ1YmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TGRTwBWK6WU/s400/DSC05168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383968427519337058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s right, a horseshoe! And not just any horseshoe, it’s a horseshoe with my name on it! Muahahahaha! I got it forged earlier that day by… ermm… the “Horseshoes Maker Somewhere In Royal Adelaide Show”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you did not know, horseshoe is considered as a good luck charm. And with my name on it, theoretically my luck was doubled. So therefore, theoretically I would easily win all the prizes available while being tied up in a bondage position. No sweat. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the horseshoe, I have the POWERRR!!! I am infallible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyxFBw0gI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zVQrPz17zJA/s1600-h/IMG_3934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyxFBw0gI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zVQrPz17zJA/s400/IMG_3934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383968435777622530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyxUtbz0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UuvXQku0WOw/s1600-h/IMG_3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyxUtbz0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UuvXQku0WOw/s400/IMG_3938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383968439987326786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ended up like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyJ4bn-bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GT7qEWTYT2U/s1600-h/DSC04969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyJ4bn-bI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GT7qEWTYT2U/s400/DSC04969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383967762381535666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that’s just a warm-up. The horseshoe was forged barely an hour before I played. So technically it needed more time to gather all the lucks in the world. Next round I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyKD2MJQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MOUp86cDTuE/s1600-h/DSC04972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyKD2MJQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/MOUp86cDTuE/s400/DSC04972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383967765445747970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lost again. Ermm… it’s a second warm-up. We all don’t want the horseshoe to have a cramp, right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to get serious! So I played yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyK-EukYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/D15e_m980sk/s1600-h/DSC04977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyK-EukYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/D15e_m980sk/s400/DSC04977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383967781075980674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And played again. Double seriousness this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyLEDAzaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VQzGCIBO-j4/s1600-h/DSC04983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyLEDAzaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VQzGCIBO-j4/s400/DSC04983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383967782679399842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still played. TRIPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyyN-s6pI/AAAAAAAAAKI/F3KYOdUYJRU/s1600-h/IMG_3946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyyN-s6pI/AAAAAAAAAKI/F3KYOdUYJRU/s400/IMG_3946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383968455360572050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyyVMuCzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LyprkwEqzQE/s1600-h/IMG_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyyVMuCzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LyprkwEqzQE/s400/IMG_3947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383968457298414386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An orange puppy stuffed toy! See, I told you my horseshoe brings me good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it only took me AUD30 to win this cute little doggie. *Proud*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5267697303780199019?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5267697303780199019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5267697303780199019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5267697303780199019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5267697303780199019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-lucky-horseshoe.html' title='My Lucky Horseshoe'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SreyJQAc45I/AAAAAAAAAJI/sRGhypKF5Sc/s72-c/DSC04947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-1263912914680367748</id><published>2009-09-13T21:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:39:02.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Earth, Wind and.... Water?</title><content type='html'>After the wind farm, we went to Torndirrup National Park, which is around 10km from Albany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzzGpXpcNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iGPVyiYhrg4/s1600-h/DSC04721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzzGpXpcNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iGPVyiYhrg4/s400/DSC04721.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380942950310703314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where The Gap and Natural Bridge, two of the most beautiful natural features I have ever seen, are located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, The Gap. And not just a normal gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzzF3YdamI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QU_vITOrXp4/s1600-h/DSC04732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzzF3YdamI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QU_vITOrXp4/s400/DSC04732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380942936892336738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GREATGRANDMOTHERF*CKER BIG GAP. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gap is a sort of U-shaped gap in the rock and it is a 25-meter sheer drop to the ocean. It was formed after the relentlessly pounding of the strong waves against the coast. By standing on the viewing platform, you can see how the waves rushed in and out with insane ferocity and banged so hard against the coast that the water rose up over my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzzGJOHADI/AAAAAAAAAII/pa6zkOjWFNk/s1600-h/DSC04723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzzGJOHADI/AAAAAAAAAII/pa6zkOjWFNk/s400/DSC04723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380942941680762930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that description does not help, try to imagine the most violent sex scene you could imagine and then multiple it hundred times more violent. That's right, that violent. But it was spectacular to view it, which begs the question about how anything can be that violent and yet mesmerizing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Girlfriend comes to mind&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, The Natural Bridge, just like its namesake, is a bridge which was formed naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzyFq2ITEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RPYghZjiDjo/s1600-h/DSC04747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzyFq2ITEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RPYghZjiDjo/s400/DSC04747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380941834015493186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the bridge-like rock sculpture? That's Natural Bridge. This beautiful arch was formed when strong waves eroded this huge piece of granite over the centuries. I was mesmerized on how the rocks are like suspended in the air. It's really spectacular to see how nature created this beautiful piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tried to cross the bridge, but I was scared I might lost my balance (especially after how they mentioned accidents did happen) and ended up in this position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzyFTticGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VYtf7SKSMuE/s1600-h/DSC04744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzyFTticGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VYtf7SKSMuE/s400/DSC04744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380941827805442146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see how The Sister shouted her lungs out for him to climb back up. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-1263912914680367748?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/1263912914680367748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=1263912914680367748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1263912914680367748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1263912914680367748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/09/earth-wind-and-water.html' title='Earth, Wind and.... Water?'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqzzGpXpcNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/iGPVyiYhrg4/s72-c/DSC04721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7137063236694719300</id><published>2009-09-08T17:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:37:20.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Colors of the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I like how they used the term &lt;a href="http://www.metro.us/us/article/2009/09/08/04/4621-82/index.xml"&gt;Haram Level&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week in Western Australia, we drove to south of Perth for 5 hours (!) and went to Albany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqZFJ-qKKuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SFC7-6je4Aw/s1600-h/map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqZFJ-qKKuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SFC7-6je4Aw/s400/map.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379062842681600738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mainly it's Raymond who drove. I just slept all the way to Albany. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the places we went is the Albany Wind Farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqY3MPdmr1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/FrfQnymIx5M/s1600-h/DSC04704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqY3MPdmr1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/FrfQnymIx5M/s400/DSC04704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379047488389295954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albany Wind Farm is a wind power station located at the southern coast of Western Australia. There are at least 10 gigantic wind turbines (I lost count) strategically located at the coastline to generate energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wind turbines are huge, I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqY3vs9WwJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3mruRKpx_Wg/s1600-h/DSC04709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqY3vs9WwJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3mruRKpx_Wg/s400/DSC04709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379048097602519186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think these wind turbines are at least 98.29 meters taller than me. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the view at here was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqY3LcwNyUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H1JDfi8rhUs/s1600-h/DSC04705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqY3LcwNyUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H1JDfi8rhUs/s400/DSC04705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379047474777147714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So peaceful and calm with no tall buildings to block the skyline. Just a clear blue sky with white clouds and a flat forest with giant structures. Even the oxygen smelled fresher at here. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the peacefulness made me hallucinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqY3K07pMkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iKlmx76nG-g/s1600-h/DSC04705+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqY3K07pMkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/iKlmx76nG-g/s400/DSC04705+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379047464087663170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What! I'm a city boy after all! Not used to this kind of view. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as expected from a wind farm, the wind here was really strong. The wind in Adelaide is already quite strong, but it is nothing in comparison with here. I literally leaned forward (and backward too) and I did not fell down. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such a strong wind, I decided to do an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqY3KcZVhUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4Zy0zDBPg98/s1600-h/DSC04717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqY3KcZVhUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4Zy0zDBPg98/s400/DSC04717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379047457501316418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fly using an umbrella. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have came a long way in flying. From aeroplane to jet-pack, all methods of air transportation have been used. But not umbrella. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using nothing but wind power, I will attempt to be the first man to fly around the world using an umbrella! I may fail in doing so and perhaps may even lose my life in the process, but I will be bringing honor to my people and my country! Fly, I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN-F5AfbnSE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TN-F5AfbnSE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly to say, I failed. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7137063236694719300?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7137063236694719300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7137063236694719300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7137063236694719300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7137063236694719300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/09/colors-of-wind.html' title='Colors of the Wind'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqZFJ-qKKuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SFC7-6je4Aw/s72-c/map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-6010725331486470542</id><published>2009-09-05T20:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:12:44.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Attack of the Gulls</title><content type='html'>When I was in Western Australia last week, I went to Fremantle as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeTU6bszI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SCD1IvMkI4I/s1600-h/DSC04644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeTU6bszI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SCD1IvMkI4I/s400/DSC04644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964591158113074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fremantle is a port city in Western Australia, located 19 kilometers (12 mi) southwest of Perth, the state capital, at the mouth of the Swan River on Australia's western coast. It was the first settlement of the Swan River colonists in 1829. It was declared a city in 1929, and has a population of approximately 26,000. (Wikipedia, 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have been to Fremantle before when I was younger. This was me standing in front of the pier in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeS7OaPAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NfrnQplyWmg/s1600-h/Picture1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeS7OaPAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/NfrnQplyWmg/s400/Picture1s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964584262581250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me standing in front of the pier in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeSgBOaLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AvlpYR21Jrs/s1600-h/DSC04675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeSgBOaLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AvlpYR21Jrs/s400/DSC04675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964576959522994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I scorned better when I was younger. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really recall much about Fremantle. I mean, sure I remember erm,.. the sea, the ships, the boats and did I say the blue sea? But other than that, hardly anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeAsACIDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tU58gFoZgaw/s1600-h/DSC04669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeAsACIDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tU58gFoZgaw/s400/DSC04669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964270938103858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I distinctively remember I ate in this restaurant, which apparently serves the best fish and chips in the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeALjR3FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Zg4v_8hgQqw/s1600-h/DSC04655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeALjR3FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Zg4v_8hgQqw/s400/DSC04655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964262227565650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I do not remember about this restaurant because of its wickedly delicious fish and chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, it's this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJd_No0ekI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LU8oduerZpY/s1600-h/DSC04660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJd_No0ekI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LU8oduerZpY/s400/DSC04660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377964245607807554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago, these sea gulls scared the living shit out of a 15-year-old when they attacked his unfinished fish and chips while he's still sitting on the same table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gave him a S.O.Y. sauce as a thank-you-for-the-meal gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxDVgIe0Do0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TxDVgIe0Do0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all these years, I see they still haven't change their way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-6010725331486470542?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/6010725331486470542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=6010725331486470542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6010725331486470542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6010725331486470542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/09/attack-of-gulls.html' title='Attack of the Gulls'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SqJeTU6bszI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SCD1IvMkI4I/s72-c/DSC04644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-3981528730727581666</id><published>2009-09-01T21:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:49:26.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Boy'/><title type='text'>So Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; In my upcoming semester break, I'm planning to rent a car and drive to Melbourne.... and inflict myself with 8 continuous hours of pain ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Perth for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sp0kuMp8bFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JieN107AyKQ/s1600-h/DSC04622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sp0kuMp8bFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JieN107AyKQ/s400/DSC04622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376493906239974482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going there was so much fun, as I managed to see some of the best scenes in the world and eat great foods. And not only was that, I was reunited with some of my family members who I have not meet for more than half a year since I came to Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see them again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sp0gDbTlvkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/75Y2NT2AsSM/s1600-h/DSC04623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sp0gDbTlvkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/75Y2NT2AsSM/s400/DSC04623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488773391859266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they were here because The Sister and Raymond wanted to take pre-wedding pictures in Perth. Yupe, The Sister is getting married this November. &lt;s&gt;I still cannot believe she's able to get married&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came to Perth to take pictures because it was the city they spent time together during their university days. You know, the time they went lovey-dovey with each other and those etcetera eyuck stuffs. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sp0gD4QgQLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GANDJvFQT-M/s1600-h/DSC04626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sp0gD4QgQLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GANDJvFQT-M/s400/DSC04626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488781163544754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of sweet to purposely fly to Perth just to take pictures. Sigh, the power of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all that, I sympathize the life of my future brother-in-law after they got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sp0gEiR4CyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XzfjdVPDjDY/s1600-h/DSC04634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sp0gEiR4CyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XzfjdVPDjDY/s400/DSC04634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488792443587362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-3981528730727581666?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/3981528730727581666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=3981528730727581666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3981528730727581666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3981528730727581666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-far-away.html' title='So Far Away'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sp0kuMp8bFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JieN107AyKQ/s72-c/DSC04622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-2545393934041869797</id><published>2009-08-17T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:10:51.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wuz 0wned'/><title type='text'>The Demon Barber</title><content type='html'>Needless to say, I love my curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SolTBBMNaAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-mPeF_uUiaw/s1600-h/DSC04591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SolTBBMNaAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-mPeF_uUiaw/s400/DSC04591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370915307580647426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it didn't come up as curly as I wished it to be, I have grew fond to it.  And ever since I donned this hairstyle, I felt brand new and was high with confidence. Whenever I looked at the mirror, I felt good of myself. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it grew too long until it became very difficult to be managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SolTA77rjDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q9s_VNV1Ncs/s1600-h/DSC04588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SolTA77rjDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q9s_VNV1Ncs/s400/DSC04588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370915306169142322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to get it trimmed, specifically asking the hairstylist to cut it just a little bit here and there so that its glorious curliness will remain.. ermm.. curly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SolTBhs5esI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Z5LrJTBK4jQ/s1600-h/DSC04604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SolTBhs5esI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Z5LrJTBK4jQ/s400/DSC04604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370915316307688130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS HAIRCUT!!!? THERE'S NO PROOF OF EXISTENCE OF MY CURLY HAIR ANYWHER!!!! ARGGHHHH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-2545393934041869797?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/2545393934041869797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=2545393934041869797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2545393934041869797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2545393934041869797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/08/demon-barber.html' title='The Demon Barber'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SolTBBMNaAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-mPeF_uUiaw/s72-c/DSC04591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-9191201752319826465</id><published>2009-08-09T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:18:54.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Super Size Pork Ribs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Been really busy with my new semester. Anyway, David Copperfield's is this Wednesday! Woohoo! I'm going to exorcise the 2006 ghost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my winter break, I went to eat in Hahndorf Hotel Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9Z185K8qI/AAAAAAAADFs/OKL08YoKeI0/s1600-h/DSC04488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9Z185K8qI/AAAAAAAADFs/OKL08YoKeI0/s400/DSC04488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368108064262779554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was located in Hahndorf, which is a town located south east from the city and is roughly 40 minutes ride by bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distinctive feature of this town is its German influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9Z2bopiXI/AAAAAAAADF8/UalPsS2Q8us/s1600-h/DSC04532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9Z2bopiXI/AAAAAAAADF8/UalPsS2Q8us/s400/DSC04532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368108072514980210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am pretty sure that I didn't see any beer-loving fat guy with dodgy facial hair during my trip. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the hotel-cum-restaurant. I heard that this place served one hell of large portions of food at a reasonable price. With nothing else better to do, I went with my friends on one sunny day. &lt;s&gt;I actually forgot which day it was :S&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a first-timer at there, I decided to order its prided dish - Hahndorf Inn Famous Char-grilled Pork Ribs, which cost almost AUD40 (RM120).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9ZPrWeKBI/AAAAAAAADFk/_Z9Vq1-RqTI/s1600-h/IMG_3629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9ZPrWeKBI/AAAAAAAADFk/_Z9Vq1-RqTI/s400/IMG_3629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368107406718806034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ONE KILOGRAM&lt;/span&gt; of pure pork ribs. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so huge that saying it's huge was an understatement. Never in my whole life I ever see or eat such a... meaty dish. It's like having an entire piglet put in front of me. It looked almost impossible to finish it. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the price I paid (admittedly, it was reasonable considering the size of that thing), I shall finish it even if I died! Roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9ZPT_X8gI/AAAAAAAADFc/R9s3VLid8eE/s1600-h/DSC04505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9ZPT_X8gI/AAAAAAAADFc/R9s3VLid8eE/s400/DSC04505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368107400447914498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9ZO-ve60I/AAAAAAAADFU/Eo--236LUAE/s1600-h/DSC04498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9ZO-ve60I/AAAAAAAADFU/Eo--236LUAE/s400/DSC04498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368107394744118082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9ZOv85okI/AAAAAAAADFM/ZPot6UrbeiY/s1600-h/DSC04499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9ZOv85okI/AAAAAAAADFM/ZPot6UrbeiY/s400/DSC04499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368107390773862978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9nPJqgd0I/AAAAAAAADGU/EvSShUs9whA/s1600-h/CIMG6666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9nPJqgd0I/AAAAAAAADGU/EvSShUs9whA/s400/CIMG6666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368122790838826818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KO!! @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-9191201752319826465?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/9191201752319826465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=9191201752319826465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/9191201752319826465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/9191201752319826465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/08/super-size-pork-ribs.html' title='Super Size Pork Ribs'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sn9Z185K8qI/AAAAAAAADFs/OKL08YoKeI0/s72-c/DSC04488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-2107351733410596736</id><published>2009-07-25T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:55:28.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Foo Fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; The pun in the title is seriously intended. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic day out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjylGyw6I/AAAAAAAAACg/vwVgmmhuj7s/s1600-h/DSC04480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjylGyw6I/AAAAAAAAACg/vwVgmmhuj7s/s400/DSC04480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362348764431565730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to fly a plane in Parafield. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a kid, I always wanted to fly a plane &lt;s&gt;and shoot the gigantic evil monster which are terrorizing the city before it smashed my plane, forcing me to transform into Ultraman and Ultra Beam it to thirty-two pieces to save the day&lt;/s&gt;. So when I saw &lt;a href="http://www.godo.com.au/activity/BHFS102/?categoryID=5&amp;subcategoryId=27&amp;region_id=1038&amp;state_id=4"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;, I knew my dream was coming true &lt;s&gt;except the latter part&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the plane I flied yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrkuUDCODI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6roCefVKi8M/s1600-h/Photo0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrkuUDCODI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6roCefVKi8M/s400/Photo0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362349790644549682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked small from the outside but it's actually quite spacious in the inside. Not too spacious to have sex though. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite nerve-breaking when I stepped into the plane. After all, it's my first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Smrjy9d3gzI/AAAAAAAAACo/47vDqnfL5YY/s1600-h/Photo0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Smrjy9d3gzI/AAAAAAAAACo/47vDqnfL5YY/s400/Photo0025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362348770970796850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were so many buttons and switches. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, it didn't help at all when my beloved housemates scared the living shit out of me by showing me videos of plane crashes the date before I flied, notably &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EM0hDchVlY"&gt;one after two days I was born&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVmRXAPeN-0"&gt;another on my 6th birthday&lt;/a&gt;. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, I was not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjzPNFpRI/AAAAAAAAACw/xc-tWh_o8Ic/s1600-h/Photo0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjzPNFpRI/AAAAAAAAACw/xc-tWh_o8Ic/s400/Photo0026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362348775732258066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flying instructor, Philip (I think), was a great guy and guided me throughout the 45-minute flight in the plane. Occasionally, he took over the control whenever I screwed up, which was more often than I desired. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight path covered these areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Smr77fk5DpI/AAAAAAAAADY/tWRHvgUB7-Q/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Smr77fk5DpI/AAAAAAAAADY/tWRHvgUB7-Q/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362375305845083794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Parafield Airport, I flew northwest to St. Kilda (not Melbourne's), followed by a 60 degrees left turn to Outer Harbour (the g-force was strong here!) and finally back to the airport. Roughly I guess it's around 30km radius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I did screw up a couple of times, Philip allowed me to have as much freedom as possible. And I must say, the thrill of controlling the plane by myself was unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjzeVF-NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8Kc6YF6l6Tg/s1600-h/Photo0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjzeVF-NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8Kc6YF6l6Tg/s400/Photo0027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362348779792365778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adrenaline rush was less extreme than when I did skydiving but nevertheless, it felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my happy face? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjzjfHFiI/AAAAAAAAADA/m4zI9IWfo2E/s1600-h/Photo0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjzjfHFiI/AAAAAAAAADA/m4zI9IWfo2E/s400/Photo0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362348781176559138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's a great day for me. Though spending almost AUD300 kinda made me depressed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there's anything I learned from this flight, there's one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrkuLiNHmI/AAAAAAAAADI/z6A6ocqhTag/s1600-h/Photo0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrkuLiNHmI/AAAAAAAAADI/z6A6ocqhTag/s400/Photo0033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362349788359368290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not as good in holding a stick between the thighs as I thought I am. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-2107351733410596736?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/2107351733410596736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=2107351733410596736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2107351733410596736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2107351733410596736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/07/foo-fighter.html' title='Foo Fighter'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmrjylGyw6I/AAAAAAAAACg/vwVgmmhuj7s/s72-c/DSC04480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7409621266067043720</id><published>2009-07-21T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:43:17.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>The Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmVjIcdnsYI/AAAAAAAAACY/d6E1ZqosBS0/s1600-h/DSC04234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmVjIcdnsYI/AAAAAAAAACY/d6E1ZqosBS0/s400/DSC04234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360799928184975746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dial The Girlfriend's number*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Girlfriend! How are you!? Can you come to Adelaide? Like now?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7409621266067043720?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7409621266067043720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7409621266067043720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7409621266067043720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7409621266067043720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/07/academy.html' title='The Academy'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SmVjIcdnsYI/AAAAAAAAACY/d6E1ZqosBS0/s72-c/DSC04234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-686068998524424442</id><published>2009-07-13T23:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:20:22.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Going MAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Come to think about it, I think I am out of my mind to actually want to play lacrosse this Thursday. In winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite places to eat in Adelaide is The Original Pancake Kitchen. In fact, I just came back from there. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltoZblgHnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I-1q-3n6RK0/s1600-h/DSC04436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltoZblgHnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I-1q-3n6RK0/s400/DSC04436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990967798406770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.... it's a pancake house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is located just off Hindley Street (which is just a minute's walk from my apartment), hidden in a dark alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltnoOhtv_I/AAAAAAAAABY/otog27UnJlo/s1600-h/DSC03508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltnoOhtv_I/AAAAAAAAABY/otog27UnJlo/s400/DSC03508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990122479271922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being in a secluded area, I think they serve the best pancakes in the city, with a variety of pancakes available. Plus, they cater for 24/7, which is rarer than rare in the city as most shops and restaurants close before 5PM. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite pancake is Dutch Chocolate Pancakes, which is two chocolate pancakes with cream, ice cream and chocolate fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sltnn9WyfhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/frSn-3Gawc4/s1600-h/DSC03507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sltnn9WyfhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/frSn-3Gawc4/s400/DSC03507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990117870042642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides their great pancakes, its another attraction is the 'Mad Style' caricature by an-artist-which-I-did-not-know-his-name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltoYt6XQLI/AAAAAAAAACA/GOZbR7RRBE4/s1600-h/DSC04429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltoYt6XQLI/AAAAAAAAACA/GOZbR7RRBE4/s400/DSC04429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990955537875122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Monday from 6PM to 10PM, this artist would be sitting at a corner of the shop and draw you for AUD10. If you're not familiar with Mad Style, perhaps &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_E._Neuman"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; will remind you. You definitely saw that annoying face before somewhere in your life. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interested to see myself in Mad Style, so I decided to give it a go just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltnoZCEhFI/AAAAAAAAABg/0PJp7oedI8s/s1600-h/DSC04413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltnoZCEhFI/AAAAAAAAABg/0PJp7oedI8s/s400/DSC04413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990125299336274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fairly easy. I just need to sit and stare at the hot waitress while he drew me. Much obliged to do so. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltnottvZYI/AAAAAAAAABo/130eB_hhc94/s1600-h/DSC04417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltnottvZYI/AAAAAAAAABo/130eB_hhc94/s400/DSC04417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990130851210626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 10 minutes, he completed the caricature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling excited, I quickly gave him AUD10 and looked how awesome and handsome I was drew. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sltno4fPMfI/AAAAAAAAABw/EWhvufDcxU0/s1600-h/DSC04425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/Sltno4fPMfI/AAAAAAAAABw/EWhvufDcxU0/s400/DSC04425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990133743170034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG WHO IS THIS ALIEN HEAD!!? Doesn't look like me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AT ALL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltoYGoE5SI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n_GFbalIQ_0/s1600-h/DSC04428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltoYGoE5SI/AAAAAAAAAB4/n_GFbalIQ_0/s400/DSC04428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357990944992191778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my AUD10 back. &gt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-686068998524424442?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/686068998524424442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=686068998524424442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/686068998524424442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/686068998524424442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-mad.html' title='Going MAD'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SltoZblgHnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I-1q-3n6RK0/s72-c/DSC04436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-6457484773249808495</id><published>2009-07-08T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:36:22.367+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secondhand Surgery'/><title type='text'>Curly Hair</title><content type='html'>This was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlN5IpJvi3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RJwxgVOcqkU/s1600-h/DSC04265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlN5IpJvi3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RJwxgVOcqkU/s400/DSC04265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355757571266284402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlN5Ii7bTvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mk7yZPWb3a4/s1600-h/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlN5Ii7bTvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mk7yZPWb3a4/s400/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355757569595625202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDv0XjHp1Ls"&gt;can I shag your wife&lt;/a&gt;? :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-6457484773249808495?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/6457484773249808495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=6457484773249808495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6457484773249808495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6457484773249808495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/07/curly-hair.html' title='Curly Hair'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01241560422923238595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlOCj2hLy5I/AAAAAAAAAAw/U4hw_tIat-I/S220/DSC04365i+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6VHuzuJyo0/SlN5IpJvi3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/RJwxgVOcqkU/s72-c/DSC04265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7704843888653753095</id><published>2009-07-04T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T05:20:33.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Gambling in Adelaide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I love Michael Owen. I love Michael Owen. Yes, this is a pathetic attempt to psych myself into loving him. I love Michael Owen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemates finished their exams last Thursday while I done with mine 4 days before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vmLzOI8I/AAAAAAAADE0/4zgEW0RKefo/s1600-h/Photo0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vmLzOI8I/AAAAAAAADE0/4zgEW0RKefo/s400/Photo0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691552504325058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mark of our new-found freedom, we decided to hit &lt;a href="http://www.skycityadelaide.com.au/"&gt;Skycity Adelaide Casino&lt;/a&gt; that night. Three of us agreed that it's a good way to let our accumulated stresses of studying for the last few months out. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-gaming-is-not-gaming.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is very stressful indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vmTNQ_oI/AAAAAAAADE8/Prv3qNxwWb4/s1600-h/Photo0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vmTNQ_oI/AAAAAAAADE8/Prv3qNxwWb4/s400/Photo0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691554492612226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casino is located just behind our apartment, which more or less 1000 footsteps away (yes, I did count). Inside the casino, there are a bunch of games. There are three-card poker here, baccarat there, caribbean stud somewhere in here, and plenty more games which I do not understand how to play at all. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I planned to play Big &amp; Small (not that there are many games I can play). After all, I did won big playing it back in &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/01/gambling-in-macau.html"&gt;Macau&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb-kBe5oI/AAAAAAAACj0/ZBU5OUoEIZ4/s1600-h/DSC08294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb-kBe5oI/AAAAAAAACj0/ZBU5OUoEIZ4/s400/DSC08294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289367786494027394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they did not open it that day. The casino hates me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played Big Wheel instead that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vW3XHG0I/AAAAAAAADEs/mKp0YgZa3Ts/s1600-h/table_diagram_money_wheel-f308dc84-d481-4b4d-a6e8-b6c123a7e5f8-0-478x319.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vW3XHG0I/AAAAAAAADEs/mKp0YgZa3Ts/s400/table_diagram_money_wheel-f308dc84-d481-4b4d-a6e8-b6c123a7e5f8-0-478x319.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691289319676738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Wheel is a very simple game. The banker/spinner will spin a wheel which has numerous sections and all I have to do is to predict which section the wheel will stop at. If I guess correctly, I will receive payout depending on the odds of the specific section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So simple even a child knows how to play. Not that a child can enter the casino though. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few rounds I played were fairly inconsistent. I kept losing and winning that I did not have any profit or loss. Even the spinner was tired of giving and taking my chips over and over again. Feeling frustrated, I bet on the section which pays 47-1 but has only 1 out of 104 to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won. O___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vWuK_JmI/AAAAAAAADEk/Vq9QGKwJEkM/s1600-h/DSC04286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vWuK_JmI/AAAAAAAADEk/Vq9QGKwJEkM/s400/DSC04286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691286852904546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 to 1 payout! AUD2.50! That’s AUD117.50 I earned in one single round! Woohoo! I’m rich! It's my lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my day. I lost AUD70 from my winning pot after a few rounds. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to continue playing so I can win back the amount I actually won. In fact, already switched on my kiasu mood in preparation to go kamikaze for the upcoming rounds. But before I could put down my chips, my housemates dragged me away. &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vWZEPi8I/AAAAAAAADEU/oJtiFvxiciA/s1600-h/DSC04282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vWZEPi8I/AAAAAAAADEU/oJtiFvxiciA/s400/DSC04282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691281187474370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO NO NO I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me plays another round! One last round! I promise it’s my last round! I surely can win back the money I lost! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme more! I’m God of Gambler! Let your dirty hands off me! I will sue! I will scream! Eeeeeeee!!! Look! There’s one hot chick wearing nothing across the street! OMG BIG BOUNCIN' BOOBS! LOOK! LOOK! Let go off me! I will....!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BONG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vWD8ymmI/AAAAAAAADEM/j-Okt9eq8L0/s1600-h/DSC04284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vWD8ymmI/AAAAAAAADEM/j-Okt9eq8L0/s400/DSC04284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354691275519072866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemates are so evil. They do not want me to become rich. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7704843888653753095?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7704843888653753095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7704843888653753095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7704843888653753095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7704843888653753095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/07/gambling-in-adelaide.html' title='Gambling in Adelaide'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sk-vmLzOI8I/AAAAAAAADE0/4zgEW0RKefo/s72-c/Photo0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-3032177005354296871</id><published>2009-06-21T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:15:30.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Freak'/><title type='text'>The Royal Cheese Seize: Behind the Scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; It's been a tough week for me as The Girlfriend was sick and had all the swine flu symptoms. Thank God she is recovering now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago, I completed my final 2D animation project entitled 'The Royal Cheese Seize'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4sv6KN0II/AAAAAAAADDU/eGai7Dwx6YY/s1600-h/title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4sv6KN0II/AAAAAAAADDU/eGai7Dwx6YY/s400/title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349762608940306562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credits to Konrad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about a mouse which stole a rare cheese from a king. It was loosely influenced by Tom &amp;amp; Jerry and MouseHunt (a game I played in Facebook) but the biggest influence was the background music - 'In the Hall of the Mountain King' by Edvard Grieg. Ever since I heard this song when I was a child, I always wanted to do an animation based on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream came true you could say. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to prepare the script and storyboard three months prior I began the production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4r-lmh70I/AAAAAAAADCE/W3ljfjVCsMI/s1600-h/DSC04216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4r-lmh70I/AAAAAAAADCE/W3ljfjVCsMI/s400/DSC04216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349761761608331074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer was impressed by it and gave me 73% for it, just 2% short from getting a Distinction. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I planned to end the animation with a cliffhanger where the mouse is trapped with nowhere to go before the scene is immediately faded to black. It sounded pretty suspenseful and cool to me with the final fate of the mouse is unknown, but the lecturer demanded an ending to it. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So oh well, I scrapped the idea and made the mouse to be alive in the end. I'm not that cruel. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the approval of the lecturer, I began to do the animation by starting to draw the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4r-_mNMTI/AAAAAAAADCM/62YPOllOIhA/s1600-h/DSC04218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4r-_mNMTI/AAAAAAAADCM/62YPOllOIhA/s400/DSC04218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349761768586293554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but it was really difficult to draw a mouse. -____-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how many times I drew it, but I know I drew mouse (mice?) so much that I was even drawing them in my dreams. In the end it took me almost a week just to come out with the mouse I wanted. Made me realizes that there's a grain of truth in 'walking the talk'. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4svJLScUI/AAAAAAAADC8/etx5i7cUWNw/s1600-h/mouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4svJLScUI/AAAAAAAADC8/etx5i7cUWNw/s400/mouse1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349762595791466818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Draft vs Final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I finished drawing all the necessary poses of the mouse, I began to draw the background scenes and coordinate its actions. As the main focus of the animation was the mouse, I figured that the king and the guards could wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult scene I did was Scene 10, which was the scene where the king was awakened by the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4svpRHJHI/AAAAAAAADDI/Gf4_hWXXLN4/s1600-h/scene10a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4svpRHJHI/AAAAAAAADDI/Gf4_hWXXLN4/s400/scene10a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349762604405826674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me almost two days just to figure out how to do a first-person view and put it into practice. It was so difficult that I even had to act it out myself by lying on my bed and opened my eyes slowly to get the "feeling" of waking-up-and-found-out-a-mouse-stealing-my-precious-cheese. Quite silly when I think back. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4r-9k4G5I/AAAAAAAADCU/J5KPHY7qha0/s1600-h/guard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4r-9k4G5I/AAAAAAAADCU/J5KPHY7qha0/s400/guard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349761768043846546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple as pie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I completed the mouse, guards and backgrounds, I began to draw the king, which proved to be a huge stumbling block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4r-Ru-o-I/AAAAAAAADB8/n0aH_IJiMjg/s1600-h/DSC04215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4r-Ru-o-I/AAAAAAAADB8/n0aH_IJiMjg/s400/DSC04215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349761756275057634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never actually picture how I want the king to look like. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to draw a bearded man, a Chinese emperor, lord of the ring, catman, Hitler and many more but all of them did not came out the way I felt it should be. Maybe it was my &lt;s&gt;lousy&lt;/s&gt; drawing skill. Without a valid idea on how the king should look like, I decided a shrouded figure would be an act of genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4surKZHGI/AAAAAAAADCk/qZY79cur0HA/s1600-h/king1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4surKZHGI/AAAAAAAADCk/qZY79cur0HA/s400/king1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349762587734645858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it ended up like Terminator meets Lizardman at first. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only after I tweaked here and there and made a drastic change that it looked much better. Not exactly good, but definitely better than the previous designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4su4_aa3I/AAAAAAAADCw/3XhMm2GmpY4/s1600-h/king2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4su4_aa3I/AAAAAAAADCw/3XhMm2GmpY4/s400/king2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349762591446690674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My favorite scene :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute? ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it all went well, I do have a few disappointments with it. Firstly, it was the movements of the mouse and guards. I felt that I could improve it a lot. Secondly, it was the inconsistency of the design of the mouse. Sometimes it looked like a mouse, sometimes a rat, and sometimes a car. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my biggest disappointment of all regarding the animation is that I failed to include a cat in the animation. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4r_E0A85I/AAAAAAAADCc/ezH8oV9-WDk/s1600-h/Image3596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4r_E0A85I/AAAAAAAADCc/ezH8oV9-WDk/s400/Image3596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349761769986388882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credits to &lt;a href="http://k0kseng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kok Seng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what's a mouse without a cat? Initially, I planned to have a cat to sleep in the king's room and surprise the mouse along with the king. Then, it would chase after the mouse along with the guards and ended up stuck in the hole which the mouse escaped into. But in the end it was not implemented due to it being more difficult to draw than the mouse. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those who have watched the animation, you have just got to know how it all happen. And to those who haven't watch it, watch it &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7CXjx5zzSg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7CXjx5zzSg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, pretend that it's interesting and I deserved a standing ovation for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-3032177005354296871?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/3032177005354296871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=3032177005354296871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3032177005354296871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3032177005354296871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/06/royal-cheese-seize-behind-scenes.html' title='The Royal Cheese Seize: Behind the Scenes'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sj4sv6KN0II/AAAAAAAADDU/eGai7Dwx6YY/s72-c/title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5273375832016046037</id><published>2009-06-14T19:32:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:38:56.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Keep Rollin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/span&gt; This is seriously a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeSQ5Rv7eH8"&gt;monkey business&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian English was really unique compared to the English I used to listen to (US and Britain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8RXuXRPI/AAAAAAAADBM/IJIAcSEta38/s1600-h/DSC04164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8RXuXRPI/AAAAAAAADBM/IJIAcSEta38/s400/DSC04164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347176032952075506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really tough when I first came here as they were basically speaking in Gibberish to me. I still remember I had a tough time communicating with my ISP during my third week at here. I didn't understand a thing he said and he didn't understand a thing I said. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after more than 4 months in Adelaide, I finally learn the Australian English. Now I have better understanding and grasp of the Australian accent and slang. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guernsey? That's sports jersey to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8Rk_dcgI/AAAAAAAADBc/5t0AOhTO4wE/s1600-h/DSC04202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8Rk_dcgI/AAAAAAAADBc/5t0AOhTO4wE/s400/DSC04202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347176036513444354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footy? Australian Rules Football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall poppy? A successful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maccas [pronounced as 'mackers']? McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whacker? Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8RBj-RLI/AAAAAAAADBE/yZNE2q7Yamw/s1600-h/DSC03776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8RBj-RLI/AAAAAAAADBE/yZNE2q7Yamw/s400/DSC03776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347176027002913970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scab? That means 'beg for money/cigarettes/etc'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whinge? Means 'complain'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yakka? Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dob? Backstab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8RrlHCRI/AAAAAAAADBU/GLdBc8CXojM/s1600-h/DSC04197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8RrlHCRI/AAAAAAAADBU/GLdBc8CXojM/s400/DSC04197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347176038281971986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now isn't Australian English fascinating? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as evident with Maccas, Australians have the tendency to shorten the words of things, which is good for lazy people like me as pronouncing one less syllable saves a few milliliter of my saliva. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples of those shortened words are brekkie (breakfast), bikkies (biscuits), and barbie (barbeque). Of course, that's a whole lot more to the list of shortened words, but I have just mastered the 'B' section so far. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shortened which I would like to point it out today is 'bikie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8gSOpiHI/AAAAAAAADB0/-itc67EVB14/s1600-h/kid_school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8gSOpiHI/AAAAAAAADB0/-itc67EVB14/s400/kid_school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347176289174915186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww~ how innocent and cute the word is. Reminds me of my first bicycle which I fondly called it bikie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there, bikie, how are you today? Wanna go for a ride down the park today? Oh gosh, there's dirt on you. Must be because I wasn't gentle enough yesterday. I'm so sorry, bikie. Let me wash it off of you with water and soap and love, alright? Then I shall polish every inch of your perfect body frame. I love you, bikie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought about the word. It means bicycle. But never in a thousand years I would know it actually means biker. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just any biker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8Rx9lvVI/AAAAAAAADBk/cmerahGwa-M/s1600-h/r349240_1598726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8Rx9lvVI/AAAAAAAADBk/cmerahGwa-M/s400/r349240_1598726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347176039995260242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the notorious-bikers-gangs-who-are-feared-by-the-Australians-and-even-by-the-Australian-government-who-have-amended-a-special-law-just-for-them-to-control-them' biker. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly an adoring word to my heart becomes a word I fear and tremble at the mention of its name. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8gGfWf4I/AAAAAAAADBs/ts5xZvS4ta4/s1600-h/kid_schoobl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8gGfWf4I/AAAAAAAADBs/ts5xZvS4ta4/s400/kid_schoobl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347176286023745410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, isn't Australian English &lt;s&gt;terrifying&lt;/s&gt; fascinating? X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5273375832016046037?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5273375832016046037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5273375832016046037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5273375832016046037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5273375832016046037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/06/keep-rollin.html' title='Keep Rollin&apos;'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjT8RXuXRPI/AAAAAAAADBM/IJIAcSEta38/s72-c/DSC04164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-1330679843823359108</id><published>2009-06-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:53:41.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>Blackbeard</title><content type='html'>This is what you get after working inside your room for one whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjE04O9efmI/AAAAAAAADA8/_vU8Vhwy-g8/s1600-h/DSC03978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjE04O9efmI/AAAAAAAADA8/_vU8Vhwy-g8/s400/DSC03978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112373358755426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-1330679843823359108?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/1330679843823359108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=1330679843823359108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1330679843823359108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1330679843823359108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/06/blackbeard.html' title='Blackbeard'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SjE04O9efmI/AAAAAAAADA8/_vU8Vhwy-g8/s72-c/DSC03978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5235931904185610020</id><published>2009-05-27T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:02:03.458+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Ducktanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Tomorrow will be my first time presenting in UniSA. Furthermore, it's in French. I am so going to die. X3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Mawson Lakes last week and I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShzugQ56zmI/AAAAAAAAC_0/FUyt016FQ88/s1600-h/DSC04145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShzugQ56zmI/AAAAAAAAC_0/FUyt016FQ88/s400/DSC04145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340405496215686754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I am &lt;s&gt;Batman&lt;/s&gt; Manduck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let alone what the duck is actually trying to do, I'm still figuring what the duck is doing on the tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5235931904185610020?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5235931904185610020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5235931904185610020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5235931904185610020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5235931904185610020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/05/ducktanic.html' title='Ducktanic'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShzugQ56zmI/AAAAAAAAC_0/FUyt016FQ88/s72-c/DSC04145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5312167646995678089</id><published>2009-05-22T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:22:07.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>My Financial Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; For the first time, there's &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/05/22/2577717.htm?section=australia"&gt;a swine flu case in Adelaide&lt;/a&gt;. No wonder &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShawYTbfnYI/AAAAAAAAC-M/jafbR5NrbNM/s1600-h/DSC03977.JPG"&gt;the pigs&lt;/a&gt; in the Rundle Mall wear masks the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me, my wallet has been living on the extreme and took skydiving lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShawYboxxtI/AAAAAAAAC-U/RYBEqLN86K8/s1600-h/DSC04039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShawYboxxtI/AAAAAAAAC-U/RYBEqLN86K8/s400/DSC04039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338648342076442322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the activities I have done for the past 4 months since I came to Adelaide (&lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-insanity-and-beyond.html"&gt;skydiving&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/busting-out-my-eyes.html"&gt;watching grannies' show&lt;/a&gt; comes to mind) were fun... and cost money. Not to mention &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/david.html"&gt;the upcoming David Copperfield's show&lt;/a&gt; in August. The Parents gave me enough money to survive for an entire year in Australia, but that particular amount of money did not include enjoy myself silly. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am in no position (and do not wish) to ask for more money from The Parents, I have been looking for a job lately. Although as an international student I can only work 20 hours per week, it is still more than enough as I can earn as little as AUD10 (RM27) per hour! That's AUD800 per month! AUD10,400 a year! AUD104,00 a decade! AUD1,040,000 a century! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with so many job opportunities, I could easily find a job at here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShawYSQJ4KI/AAAAAAAAC-c/cOQ5V4ZSV9g/s1600-h/DSC04061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShawYSQJ4KI/AAAAAAAAC-c/cOQ5V4ZSV9g/s400/DSC04061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338648339557245090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought it was. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, it did not go accordingly to plan (you know, like in the movies where I would suddenly become the one who save the shop). For instance, the first job I applied was a casual position in &lt;a href="http://www.cinemanova.com.au/SA/default.htm"&gt;Palace Nova Cinemas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/R75vw-29enI/AAAAAAAABI8/ZT5W5s8yZVw/s1600-h/DSC07831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/R75vw-29enI/AAAAAAAABI8/ZT5W5s8yZVw/s400/DSC07831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169692309565831794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that I have experience in working in a cinema and battling with The Popcorn Machine before, you would thought that at the very least they would give me a call for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not even a wind blow. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so never mind, it's their loss. So I tried Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShawYzbeWqI/AAAAAAAAC-s/EcPOyW21m5Q/s1600-h/DSC04066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShawYzbeWqI/AAAAAAAAC-s/EcPOyW21m5Q/s400/DSC04066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338648348463094434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game is one of the biggest game retailer in Australia. Considering the fact I'm an avid gamer and &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-gaming-is-not-gaming.html"&gt;actually study about it in university&lt;/a&gt; (which I even write big big in my resume), they would be impressed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, they took down their notice the very next day after I submitted my resume. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, it's still alright. There's still many job opportunities available, I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sha1du92QdI/AAAAAAAAC_k/-0croaqGxck/s1600-h/DSC04099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sha1du92QdI/AAAAAAAAC_k/-0croaqGxck/s400/DSC04099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653930722574802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.australiaspizzahouse.com/"&gt;Australia's Pizza House&lt;/a&gt;. I love pizza and I am a guy who know how to differentiate between a salami and a pepperoni! Hire me! Hire me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, they did not hire me after almost 2 months I applied. And after 2 months I applied, this notice is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Shax66cPzCI/AAAAAAAAC-8/0lrCYJB9UeA/s1600-h/DSC04098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Shax66cPzCI/AAAAAAAAC-8/0lrCYJB9UeA/s400/DSC04098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338650033972562978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be because they read this blog and know I love Domino's Pizza. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woolworths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShawYmnfnJI/AAAAAAAAC-k/gb1RyleYzVQ/s1600-h/DSC04062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShawYmnfnJI/AAAAAAAAC-k/gb1RyleYzVQ/s400/DSC04062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338648345023847570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering more facts which are about them and not me for once, it is the largest food retailer in Australia, you would thought they would need a lot of help in assisting the customers and doing inventory check. I definitely can land this job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I didn't. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to think it's a conspiracy against me to prevent me from getting a job. Don't believe me? Heck, I even submitted my resume to this shop despite the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sha1dgxHnxI/AAAAAAAAC_c/evac9a1vfcI/s1600-h/DSC04070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sha1dgxHnxI/AAAAAAAAC_c/evac9a1vfcI/s400/DSC04070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653926911090450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result? You guess it: NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money and they need slave; I scratch their backs and they scratch my back. It is the nature's law of symbiotic! Haven't they heard about the rhinoceros and oxpeckers!? Seriously, the reason why they would not hire me, I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have submitted tons of resume to a lot of shops. But if the trend still continues like this, I have no choice but to use the last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sha1d46f6lI/AAAAAAAAC_s/s8VRHMEDU8w/s1600-h/DSC04101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sha1d46f6lI/AAAAAAAAC_s/s8VRHMEDU8w/s400/DSC04101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338653933392882258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Shax7bJMfAI/AAAAAAAAC_U/oe1womg3SmU/s1600-h/DSC04102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Shax7bJMfAI/AAAAAAAAC_U/oe1womg3SmU/s400/DSC04102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338650042751024130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? I can dance ok! You should see me do belly-dancing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5312167646995678089?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5312167646995678089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5312167646995678089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5312167646995678089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5312167646995678089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-financial-crisis.html' title='My Financial Crisis'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShawYboxxtI/AAAAAAAAC-U/RYBEqLN86K8/s72-c/DSC04039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5249432435194850803</id><published>2009-05-19T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:38:00.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiments'/><title type='text'>Rorschach Test</title><content type='html'>Do you know those pictures which would generate different responses from different people when they look at it? Well, the other day we were given a similar test in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the fun of it, tell me what you all see in those pictures. Oh, and I would put my answers in white color so unless you highlight it, you won't know it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShKl6sX3NmI/AAAAAAAAC9s/GTZy48gmBGY/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShKl6sX3NmI/AAAAAAAAC9s/GTZy48gmBGY/s400/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337510936149702242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This picture is showing a man digging for a hidden treasure in the dark while his wife carrying the lamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShKl62heWMI/AAAAAAAAC90/w1Nb6mFuc6w/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShKl62heWMI/AAAAAAAAC90/w1Nb6mFuc6w/s400/pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337510938874370242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And this shows Jesus Christ preaching to people of different nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShKl7A5NB1I/AAAAAAAAC98/NG3tqN18ejE/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShKl7A5NB1I/AAAAAAAAC98/NG3tqN18ejE/s400/pic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337510941658253138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Last_supper"&gt;The Last Supper&lt;/a&gt;. The person in the middle is Jesus while on his right side is Mary. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShKl7D8RZ6I/AAAAAAAAC-E/84u_5Xsg-Nw/s1600-h/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShKl7D8RZ6I/AAAAAAAAC-E/84u_5Xsg-Nw/s400/pic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337510942476429218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Last but not least, this picture shows a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/9/11_conspiracies"&gt;9/11 conspiracy theory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; which George Bush paid a Middle Eastern to hit World Trade Center with an aeroplane so that he would have an excuse to invade Iraq. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I should spend less time reading Wikipedia. So what did you see???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5249432435194850803?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5249432435194850803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5249432435194850803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5249432435194850803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5249432435194850803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/05/rorschach-test.html' title='Rorschach Test'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ShKl6sX3NmI/AAAAAAAAC9s/GTZy48gmBGY/s72-c/pic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-2408435755877071980</id><published>2009-05-14T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:45:54.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Déjà vu</title><content type='html'>Déjà vu (dā'zhä vū')&lt;br /&gt;n. dé·jà vu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An impression of having seen or experienced something before.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dull familiarity; monotony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*****&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the classes I took this semester is &lt;em&gt;Global Experience Professional Development&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sgu2K4jCYAI/AAAAAAAAC9c/sU9yT7U7xKo/s1600-h/DSC03964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sgu2K4jCYAI/AAAAAAAAC9c/sU9yT7U7xKo/s400/DSC03964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335558481644773378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Business subject offered by UniSA to assist students in networking, career planning and intercultural communication (at least I believe that's what they are teaching me :D). You can watch the brainwashing video at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbGCC5MmetY"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the people I knew from this class is Peter, an Australian Greek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sgu2Kz1VdJI/AAAAAAAAC9k/JfvP4X-_XzY/s1600-h/DSC04112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sgu2Kz1VdJI/AAAAAAAAC9k/JfvP4X-_XzY/s400/DSC04112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335558480379344018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a cool guy although he supports Liverpool (I seems to befriend a lot of Liverpool fans -.-). But what I find him fascinating the most was the first conversation we had, which was quite a while ago when I was texting The Girlfriend during our break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; So Foo, is that your girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Yeah. Been dating for 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wow that's long. Is she with you in Adelaide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Nope, sadly, she's in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wow so you're having a LDR now? Don't you ever have sexual frustration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Ehhh.. I never have sex before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh really? You're 21, aren't you? Gosh, I can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, me neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You should go to a strip club sometime. To release stress if you get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9xYbNLI/AAAAAAAACqk/wgSr4WaLquc/s1600-h/DSC02929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9xYbNLI/AAAAAAAACqk/wgSr4WaLquc/s400/DSC02929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300838977712633010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Erm, I can't. The Girlfriend forbids me to go such place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh c'mon. She won't know it so just ignore her. I can go with you if you want. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I still can't. Ignorance is not an acceptable excu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Ehhhh... never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You're weird. -__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop the conversation halfway because I was completely freaked out. Why? Now, if the conversation did not remind you of something, then let me help you. Well, do you remember a certain &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/02/iron-fist.html"&gt;Peter&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/R2KqMcBOWFI/AAAAAAAAA58/jKRlyZq_Bvg/s1600-h/DSC01753e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/R2KqMcBOWFI/AAAAAAAAA58/jKRlyZq_Bvg/s400/DSC01753e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143860855067007058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I figure that would refresh your memory. I have befriended with whoever-he-is. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shocking part was not befriending a Peter but it's the fact our conversation is similar to the one I just crapped out of nothing. I must have precognitive ability or something. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I did not tell him about the existence of Orange Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9b6LOTI/AAAAAAAACqM/X-wGn6Lfjgk/s1600-h/DSC02916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9b6LOTI/AAAAAAAACqM/X-wGn6Lfjgk/s400/DSC02916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300838971948611890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might throw himself at an incoming car if I tell him about the book. X3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-2408435755877071980?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/2408435755877071980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=2408435755877071980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2408435755877071980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2408435755877071980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/05/deja-vu.html' title='Déjà vu'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sgu2K4jCYAI/AAAAAAAAC9c/sU9yT7U7xKo/s72-c/DSC03964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-2293261467272024108</id><published>2009-05-09T17:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:18:44.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>A Little Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Apparently my skydiving video has stimulated some people to do it as well. I think Skydiving SA should pay me a royalty or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before my Easter break was over, I went on a trip with my mates to Barossa Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVbpkOKxjI/AAAAAAAAC78/j-Zuh2wFyP8/s1600-h/IMG_1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVbpkOKxjI/AAAAAAAAC78/j-Zuh2wFyP8/s400/IMG_1051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333770103346087474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barossa Valley is situated roughly 40 minutes drive from Adelaide City and it is a major wine-producing region in South Australia. Now, me going there normally would be classified as abnormal, considering that I do not drink. It's like forcing a homosexual to watch straight p0rn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still went with them anyway just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this trip, we had my housemate's girlfriend's housemate's friend, Laza (at least that's how I think his name is spelled) to be our tour guide and showing us the way in Barossa Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVbp9FKPqI/AAAAAAAAC8E/3lF6ybSXiu8/s1600-h/IMG_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVbp9FKPqI/AAAAAAAAC8E/3lF6ybSXiu8/s400/IMG_1074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333770110019190434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ignore the stupidity in the picture, you would see him with the red shirt. And did you know, apparently, he's from Madagascar... which puts me in a difficult situation during the entire trip. It's quite difficult to stop myself from imagining him with a lion's mane and singing "I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!". X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our first stop in Barossa Valley was Jacob's Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVbp1BxrdI/AAAAAAAAC8M/ZK-f7PwdSjg/s1600-h/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVbp1BxrdI/AAAAAAAAC8M/ZK-f7PwdSjg/s400/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333770107857513938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob's Creek is the largest wine brand in Australia and some said in some other places as well. And it's.... ermmm... that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, I'm not really a big fan of winery and don't know everything inside out. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this place sells wines and it also allow us to taste wine for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVcW23rxxI/AAAAAAAAC8c/hljAlzwlQBs/s1600-h/IMG_4480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVcW23rxxI/AAAAAAAAC8c/hljAlzwlQBs/s400/IMG_4480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333770881446168338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mates were faster than lightning to pick up glasses from the table to do some wine tasting. Sure, I guess it must be tasty with all the bacterias in it and the dirty feet stomping all over the fermented grapes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not drink, when you're in Rome you do as the Romans do. So, like the rest of them, I picked up a glass and give the best drink a man ever drank some tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVcXFw_2zI/AAAAAAAAC8k/74hs97pfwB4/s1600-h/IMG_4486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVcXFw_2zI/AAAAAAAAC8k/74hs97pfwB4/s400/IMG_4486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333770885444655922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is serious! Nothing beats the taste of water in a wine glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVcXNVaToI/AAAAAAAAC8s/Bhn3nOw5kfM/s1600-h/IMG_4487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVcXNVaToI/AAAAAAAAC8s/Bhn3nOw5kfM/s400/IMG_4487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333770887476432514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You should see the face of the bartender&lt;/s&gt; Tastiest water I ever drink, no doubt about that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the end I drank a little bit for real. Despite knowing the fact I don't drink, my mates were giving me peer pressure to give it at least a try. Plus they emphasized on the word 'free'. Due to that, I finally gave up and tried &lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gramps Botrytis Semillon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVbpOhlAaI/AAAAAAAAC7s/oDoH3SYLIa0/s1600-h/DSC03916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVbpOhlAaI/AAAAAAAAC7s/oDoH3SYLIa0/s400/DSC03916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333770097521918370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramps Botrytis Semillon. It's said to be "an outstanding example of high quality Botrytis Semillon with intense preserved lemons and apricot fruit tantalise the taste buds and the smooth viscosity with a textural length ensures the palate is complete".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that means because that wine me no likey. It tasted weirder than my delicate taste buds can handle. It just further justify that soft drink and plain water are the best drink in the world! RAWR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jacob's Creek, Laza guided us to another place to do more wine-tasting. This time it's Château Tanuda, Australia's oldest and biggest château (castle/manor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVdTaxlJ6I/AAAAAAAAC9M/JMvBzuFRCdw/s1600-h/IMG_4581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVdTaxlJ6I/AAAAAAAAC9M/JMvBzuFRCdw/s400/IMG_4581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333771921876395938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was where it all went downhill for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I don't and can't drink. After a while I drank Gramps Botrytis Semillon, I started to feel dizzy and nausea. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVdTKML-RI/AAAAAAAAC88/rWVt4WJViJU/s1600-h/IMG_4548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVdTKML-RI/AAAAAAAAC88/rWVt4WJViJU/s400/IMG_4548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333771917424589074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that, we were in this behemoth building which contains lots and lots and lots of wines. So much that I basically can smelt the strong aroma of wines just by standing outside the building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try imagine what it would be like if I were inside the building, which I eventually did. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVdTTsYrXI/AAAAAAAAC9E/soBSopSjjzI/s1600-h/IMG_4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVdTTsYrXI/AAAAAAAAC9E/soBSopSjjzI/s400/IMG_4555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333771919975558514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose felt like it was being burned and I started to have a headache, wanting to puke my lunch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before long, I was completed KO-ed. Just like &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-and-last-beer.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVdTpCm9_I/AAAAAAAAC9U/sS8NpUCf2yY/s1600-h/IMG_4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVdTpCm9_I/AAAAAAAAC9U/sS8NpUCf2yY/s400/IMG_4636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333771925705914354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to say that I spent the rest of the trip sleeping in the car. However, it wasn't really that sad when I realized that the gang went to Seppeltsfield, where they would see how wines are being made and processed. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know about you, but I'm afraid the worst will happen to me if I were in a close proximity to how wines are made since I cannot even stand &lt;em&gt;post-made wines&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVcWlniXWI/AAAAAAAAC8U/lw1vzbr2F08/s1600-h/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVcWlniXWI/AAAAAAAAC8U/lw1vzbr2F08/s400/IMG_1304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333770876815039842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, if I were inside there at that moment, I might have fainted. @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-2293261467272024108?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/2293261467272024108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=2293261467272024108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2293261467272024108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2293261467272024108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-wine.html' title='A Little Wine'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SgVbpkOKxjI/AAAAAAAAC78/j-Zuh2wFyP8/s72-c/IMG_1051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5195777092920039883</id><published>2009-05-03T15:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:00:48.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>To Insanity and Beyond</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went for a skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0J9GzOI/AAAAAAAAC7U/WIFBk3Vu56o/s1600-h/DSC04016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0J9GzOI/AAAAAAAAC7U/WIFBk3Vu56o/s400/DSC04016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331499793762405602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, you heard me correctly. It was the best time of my life (well, mainly because I never have sex before). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but skydiving will be included in my "99 Things You Must Do Before You Die" book if I ever publish one. I have been longing to skydive ever since I watched the Power Rangers skydived in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mighty_Morphin_Power_Rangers:_The_Movie"&gt;their movie&lt;/a&gt;. Tommy was so cool with his sky-skating (is that such word?). &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1J4t-LdyI/AAAAAAAAC6k/r18Yb3iR45c/s1600-h/DSC04005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1J4t-LdyI/AAAAAAAAC6k/r18Yb3iR45c/s400/DSC04005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331498772638431010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, being my size, I reckon skydiving would be the only time when I could do a double somersault. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame that I don't have such opportunity to do it in Malaysia. And no, I don't consider getting on a parachute and pulled by a boat in Phuket/Bali like some kind of a human kite as an once in a lifetime experience, in case you wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, there's one company in Airfield, roughly 80km (I think) from Adelaide City, allow me to reduce from 99 things to 98 things to do before I die. After I found out about it, without thinking twice, I booked myself and paid AUD469 to &lt;a href="http://www.skydiving.com.au/"&gt;SA Skydiving&lt;/a&gt; (AUD359 for skydiving and AUD110 for handycam recording). :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0fpkYjI/AAAAAAAAC7k/vAw3XScnNkw/s1600-h/DSC04022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0fpkYjI/AAAAAAAAC7k/vAw3XScnNkw/s400/DSC04022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331499799586038322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Richardson, a student skydiver, was lovely enough to give me a ride back and forth my place yesterday, which I really appreciate it. If by any chance you're reading this, thanks again, Sally. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of skydiving I had was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tandem_skydiving"&gt;tandem skydiving&lt;/a&gt;, where I would be strapped together with a skydiver and he would rape my ass, intentionally or accidentally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really simple. All I have to do is get on the plane and wait for ten minutes or so to reach 10,000 feet height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0O9e9ZI/AAAAAAAAC7M/pRc-XeKMP54/s1600-h/DSC04015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0O9e9ZI/AAAAAAAAC7M/pRc-XeKMP54/s400/DSC04015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331499795106166162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we will jump off the plane and have a free fall for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1J44zGl2I/AAAAAAAAC60/nFTDXQvr4rE/s1600-h/DSC04009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1J44zGl2I/AAAAAAAAC60/nFTDXQvr4rE/s400/DSC04009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331498775544764258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow by opening the parachute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1J5JFHGfI/AAAAAAAAC68/aGP3sZrQahQ/s1600-h/DSC04010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1J5JFHGfI/AAAAAAAAC68/aGP3sZrQahQ/s400/DSC04010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331498779915262450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I need to straighten my legs for the landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1Kz7d1w0I/AAAAAAAAC7E/erns7bjcjdc/s1600-h/DSC04012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1Kz7d1w0I/AAAAAAAAC7E/erns7bjcjdc/s400/DSC04012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331499789873169218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;s&gt;rapist&lt;/s&gt; instructor was Curtis, who has been skydiving for the past 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0aQmdgI/AAAAAAAAC7c/L9PTS_G9UOU/s1600-h/DSC04017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0aQmdgI/AAAAAAAAC7c/L9PTS_G9UOU/s400/DSC04017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331499798139139586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you scroll back to the second picture of this post, you will see a picture of a man holding a saxophone (second from top right) while free-falling in mid-air. That's Curtis. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I signed some documents to acknowledge bunch of stuffs, I was all ready to &lt;s&gt;die&lt;/s&gt; dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1J4SxXq2I/AAAAAAAAC6c/WY73sM8sPVE/s1600-h/DSC03996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1J4SxXq2I/AAAAAAAAC6c/WY73sM8sPVE/s400/DSC03996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331498765336947554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video of my skydiving. And before you watch it, I would like to stress for the thousandth times that I &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; scream like a girl. &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwT8_Fu-lMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WwT8_Fu-lMY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, not like a girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5195777092920039883?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5195777092920039883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5195777092920039883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5195777092920039883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5195777092920039883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-insanity-and-beyond.html' title='To Insanity and Beyond'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sf1K0J9GzOI/AAAAAAAAC7U/WIFBk3Vu56o/s72-c/DSC04016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5245917581428124418</id><published>2009-04-30T07:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:51:28.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Freak'/><title type='text'>Chuck Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I woke up a minute after Man Utd owned Arsenal. -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear NBC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, &lt;em&gt;Chuck&lt;/em&gt; season finale was aired a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlDWK_j1I/AAAAAAAAC5s/jNyH2xsRKgM/s1600-h/Chuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlDWK_j1I/AAAAAAAAC5s/jNyH2xsRKgM/s400/Chuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330262004647038802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I completely understand that any TV series would eventually be ended, with no bias or prejudice, but Chuck has way too much potentials to be over with just 2 seasons in its resume. It's by far one of the best TV shows I ever watch. It's fun, funny, witty, touching and the fact there's nobody is a spy like Chuck (hope you get the joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally have a huge crush and &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bromance"&gt;bromance&lt;/a&gt; on Zachary Levi (especially after how &lt;a href="http://asianfanatics.net/forum/8-month-relationship-Mizushima-Hiro-and-Ayaka-getting-married-at-the-height-of-their-popularity-talk642063.html"&gt;Mizushima Hiro&lt;/a&gt; jilted me T___T).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlD18eY1I/AAAAAAAAC6M/tN_Iufw0J2I/s1600-h/Zachary-Levi_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlD18eY1I/AAAAAAAAC6M/tN_Iufw0J2I/s400/Zachary-Levi_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330262013176079186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Chuck has a lower ratings and smaller fanbase compared to other shows on your network such as Heroes. So if it were to be canceled, it is understandable. And this is no doubt caused by people and scums like *ahem* me who watch the show by downloading it via torrent. Our selfish action has caused its ratings to be lower than it should be because I know you can only measure the ratings when people watch Chuck during its airtime on TV. However, let's be fair to those who actually watch it on TV &lt;s&gt;and totally forget about my part&lt;/s&gt; and the fact that our lives are not governed by statistics. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belying the statistics, fans from all over the world have put in efforts to save the show. Some are organising &lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/showtracker/2009/04/can-twitter-and-subway-save-chuck.html"&gt;Footlong Campaign&lt;/a&gt;, which the producers and stars participate as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uDtePZ1MFT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uDtePZ1MFT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some are &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?sid=0&amp;amp;gid=93503716795&amp;amp;ref=search"&gt;plain lunatic&lt;/a&gt;. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself personally participate in this campaign (ermmm... the Footlong one) as well but unfortunately, it seems like the already small fanbase has nobody from Adelaide. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlDcDoS8I/AAAAAAAAC50/E60cGXSY2fU/s1600-h/DSC03965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlDcDoS8I/AAAAAAAAC50/E60cGXSY2fU/s400/DSC03965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330262006226766786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except me of course! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main issue here is, aren't you touched and went all mushy inside by the critical support and fan reaction? Trust me, you won't see another campaign to save a TV show like this anymore. Just like you won't see anyone jumping off the buildings and pretending they can fly or cut off one's brain to play Tic-Tac-Toc if Heroes were to be canceled. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sfjm0Z95hcI/AAAAAAAAC6U/hehCe_BPCSw/s1600-h/zeroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sfjm0Z95hcI/AAAAAAAAC6U/hehCe_BPCSw/s400/zeroes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330263946991076802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I would just cancel Heroes instead and give the time slot and budget to Chuck instead, which is something you actually should have done when Heroes basically screwed up Volume 3 with inconsistent plots and ridiculous twists. As if my brain is already not small enough! &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the producers of Chuck already prepared for season 3 when they announced 'TO BE CONTINUED' in the final frames of the season finale. Either that or it's late April Fool trick. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlD-3VPGI/AAAAAAAAC6E/8mV0RLXsxps/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlD-3VPGI/AAAAAAAAC6E/8mV0RLXsxps/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330262015570426978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I hope that you would consider renewing Chuck for another season. Domo arigat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I almost forget about the threat part. *Ahem* So if you do not renew Chuck for another season, I will do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlDiDDTBI/AAAAAAAAC58/xWJVEUHxv1s/s1600-h/DSC03967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlDiDDTBI/AAAAAAAAC58/xWJVEUHxv1s/s400/DSC03967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330262007834954770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not going to be pretty. Cheers, mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infectioner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5245917581428124418?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5245917581428124418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5245917581428124418&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5245917581428124418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5245917581428124418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/chuck-me.html' title='Chuck Me'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfjlDWK_j1I/AAAAAAAAC5s/jNyH2xsRKgM/s72-c/Chuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5143506181382129086</id><published>2009-04-27T07:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:02:41.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Busting Out My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Semester break ends today. &lt;s&gt;So exciting to study again&lt;/s&gt; SO EXCITING TO STUDY AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having trouble sleeping lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdqmSq43I/AAAAAAAAC5k/aow5IQrJGJU/s1600-h/DSC03954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdqmSq43I/AAAAAAAAC5k/aow5IQrJGJU/s400/DSC03954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328776139268350834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I close my eyes, I can see two pairs of punctured tires chasing after me. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last Wednesday when I went to watch '&lt;a href="http://www.busting-out.com/"&gt;Busting Out!&lt;/a&gt;' in Her Majesty's Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdN55P-0I/AAAAAAAAC48/H6eRax3iHB0/s1600-h/DSC03842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdN55P-0I/AAAAAAAAC48/H6eRax3iHB0/s400/DSC03842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328775646314232642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Emma Powell and Bev Killick, this show has garnered a lot of positive responses and glowing praises about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I did not plan to watch it at all. But due to high ratings given by the public and the fact there were huge crowds outside the theatre every night, I succumbed and bought a ticket for AUD44.90 to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdODvMOfI/AAAAAAAAC5M/zTiHj065B_U/s1600-h/DSC03854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdODvMOfI/AAAAAAAAC5M/zTiHj065B_U/s400/DSC03854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328775648956398066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With Emma Powell &amp;amp; Bev Killick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the show itself........ well, it was funny. Ermm... in its own way. Ehhh... in its own special and unique way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, I cannot really think of a word to describe it. While my stance remains that Emma and Bev provided me with a great laugh out loud, the show is like the funny version of MILF without the disgusting sex scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdOKw-BhI/AAAAAAAAC5U/oGg2n1sm2i4/s1600-h/DSC03858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdOKw-BhI/AAAAAAAAC5U/oGg2n1sm2i4/s400/DSC03858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328775650842904082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they bared the boobs out in the public. In front of my naked eyes. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they even washed plates using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdqioFEBI/AAAAAAAAC5c/6VeAHTp3v84/s1600-h/DSC03859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdqioFEBI/AAAAAAAAC5c/6VeAHTp3v84/s400/DSC03859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328776138284404754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see why I cannot sleep lately. @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5143506181382129086?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5143506181382129086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5143506181382129086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5143506181382129086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5143506181382129086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/busting-out-my-eyes.html' title='Busting Out My Eyes'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SfOdqmSq43I/AAAAAAAAC5k/aow5IQrJGJU/s72-c/DSC03954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-1591835988591442711</id><published>2009-04-21T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:27:18.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I have planned activities for Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday. Man, I'm on a roll. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear fellow readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get intimate with David Copperfield this August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Se24-2vkZTI/AAAAAAAAC4s/rmr1nzUarvg/s1600-h/DSC03792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Se24-2vkZTI/AAAAAAAAC4s/rmr1nzUarvg/s400/DSC03792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327117324235597106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha eat your heart out! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-1591835988591442711?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/1591835988591442711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=1591835988591442711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1591835988591442711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1591835988591442711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Se24-2vkZTI/AAAAAAAAC4s/rmr1nzUarvg/s72-c/DSC03792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7614105316123450534</id><published>2009-04-15T22:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:48:03.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>When Gaming is Not Gaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I think I have gained weight in the last few days. Uh-oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the subjects I took this semester is &lt;em&gt;Games: Industry, Culture and Aesthetics&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sebtky2XYwI/AAAAAAAAC4k/QzO1IOCwbaA/s1600-h/DSC03748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sebtky2XYwI/AAAAAAAAC4k/QzO1IOCwbaA/s400/DSC03748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325204825793061634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This subject was provided by UniSA to introduce the students to the emerging disciplinary field of games studies, fulfilling a need for an examination of this expanding and influential medium from social, cultural, political and aesthetic perspectives. As video games slowly becoming a major player in the international world of media, cultural and advertising industries, I felt that this subject would &lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt; help me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, this subject might get me to get hired by Square-Enix or Ubisoft in the future. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to assist us in our studies, UniSA provides a privilege which is available &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ONLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to the students of &lt;em&gt;Games: Industry, Culture and Aesthetics&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sebtkci5gqI/AAAAAAAAC4M/t0qjzwinsuE/s1600-h/DSC03604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sebtkci5gqI/AAAAAAAAC4M/t0qjzwinsuE/s400/DSC03604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325204819805831842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are allowed to borrow gaming consoles such as PS2, PS3, Wii and Gamcube from Monday-Thursday or Friday-Monday from the Loan Office in Magill Campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SebscvkR1LI/AAAAAAAAC3k/cI4u4yPI9Bc/s1600-h/DSC03501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SebscvkR1LI/AAAAAAAAC3k/cI4u4yPI9Bc/s400/DSC03501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203587961312434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's part of my study! Serious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SebsdNhEifI/AAAAAAAAC38/BxuVFKpnWeo/s1600-h/DSC03580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SebsdNhEifI/AAAAAAAAC38/BxuVFKpnWeo/s400/DSC03580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203596000922098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I was playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess&lt;/span&gt; in Wii? How wrong you are. I was just examining the sensitivity and accuracy of the Wii Control and finding out why this gaming console is far more superior to the rest of 7th generation consoles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sebsc1JGKJI/AAAAAAAAC30/WGAZgUu0tGo/s1600-h/DSC03528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sebsc1JGKJI/AAAAAAAAC30/WGAZgUu0tGo/s400/DSC03528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203589457914002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you think I was playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call of Duty&lt;/span&gt; in PS3? Once again, you're wrong. I was merely analyzing the structure, form and key elements of the game critically in providing pleasure to its players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking I was just borrowing the gaming consoles just to play for fun, you're so dead wrong. I played because I want to have a better understanding of the gaming industry. By having a better understanding, I would be able to write my research essay about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SebtklL8B7I/AAAAAAAAC4c/5mleIKo2VXM/s1600-h/DSC03747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SebtklL8B7I/AAAAAAAAC4c/5mleIKo2VXM/s400/DSC03747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325204822125447090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my research essay, I just finished it recently. Despite I'm free to enjoy myself during this semester break, I am still worried. Well, the research essay is worth mind-blowing 50%. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I hope you understand the seriousness of this subject. If I did badly in this research essay, I will automatically fail the subject and be forced to take it again next semester. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most likely need to borrow the gaming consoles again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SebscoFSKmI/AAAAAAAAC3s/l7CAlKagcS0/s1600-h/DSC03518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SebscoFSKmI/AAAAAAAAC3s/l7CAlKagcS0/s400/DSC03518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325203585952262754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7614105316123450534?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7614105316123450534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7614105316123450534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7614105316123450534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7614105316123450534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-gaming-is-not-gaming.html' title='When Gaming is Not Gaming'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sebtky2XYwI/AAAAAAAAC4k/QzO1IOCwbaA/s72-c/DSC03748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7880782973883550705</id><published>2009-04-10T22:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:58:27.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>The Buskers of Rundle Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Enough of the stupid pun 'Thank GOOD it's FRIDAY' -__-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/uv-apartments.html"&gt;mentioned previously&lt;/a&gt;, there's a shopping complex just across the street from my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eRBHlnNI/AAAAAAAAC1s/J9lxq9197fw/s1600-h/DSC03323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eRBHlnNI/AAAAAAAAC1s/J9lxq9197fw/s400/DSC03323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323076931026263250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Rundle Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically it's not exactly a shopping mall. It is a street filled shops and restaurants on both sides of the street. Yupe, the &lt;em&gt;mall&lt;/em&gt; is actually a &lt;em&gt;street&lt;/em&gt; if that's not confusing enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9hC1wkk1I/AAAAAAAAC20/zIki9dCic8c/s1600-h/DSC03735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9hC1wkk1I/AAAAAAAAC20/zIki9dCic8c/s400/DSC03735.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323079985993651026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not get too much into it. Just imagine it as the civilized version of &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt;. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it's just across my apartment, I spent most of my free time walking/shopping in it ever since I came here 2 months ago. I came here so often that I practically remember which shop is at which location. And despite growing more familiar with the place, I still have not got bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because of the buskers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9gIvC8NvI/AAAAAAAAC2U/bDlRbs4vz_Q/s1600-h/DSC03479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9gIvC8NvI/AAAAAAAAC2U/bDlRbs4vz_Q/s400/DSC03479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323078987759236850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STREET PERFORMERS&lt;/span&gt; you perverts. &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9hCqdNcJI/AAAAAAAAC2s/LWXbqbXZtmQ/s1600-h/DSC03499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9hCqdNcJI/AAAAAAAAC2s/LWXbqbXZtmQ/s400/DSC03499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323079982959653010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many buskers showing off their skills to the public in Rundle Mall, such as the human beatbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9gIXnfLPI/AAAAAAAAC2M/ss6oxc7nnVw/s1600-h/DSC03452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9gIXnfLPI/AAAAAAAAC2M/ss6oxc7nnVw/s400/DSC03452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323078981470072050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmm... and giant human beatbox. -__-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the reason they did it was to earn money for themselves. Now, I don't know about you, but I prefer to give my money away to somebody who can entertain me instead of just sitting down with a bowl in his hand and expecting me to give him money for moaning. &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, surely you cannot compare a beggar with a busker, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9hCjqiOyI/AAAAAAAAC2k/QumEEAUATDo/s1600-h/DSC03495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9hCjqiOyI/AAAAAAAAC2k/QumEEAUATDo/s400/DSC03495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323079981136493346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are buskers who risk their lives to earn money by balancing themselves on some kind of crazy platform. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eRSsGcZI/AAAAAAAAC10/qw-6Y_HVBf8/s1600-h/DSC03328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eRSsGcZI/AAAAAAAAC10/qw-6Y_HVBf8/s400/DSC03328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323076935742812562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are buskers who don't risk their lives to earn money by balancing themselves on a normal, flat platform. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of the buskers earn money for themselves, there's always one of them who is different from the rest of them. Take "Flower Power Guy" for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eQnMQMfI/AAAAAAAAC1U/yCPCaYFZXBs/s1600-h/DSC02962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eQnMQMfI/AAAAAAAAC1U/yCPCaYFZXBs/s400/DSC02962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323076924066509298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as Elder Paik. Elder Paik was a soldier in the Korea War and he has the proof to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eQxr6ilI/AAAAAAAAC1k/d3wgvZm0u-A/s1600-h/DSC02964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eQxr6ilI/AAAAAAAAC1k/d3wgvZm0u-A/s400/DSC02964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323076926883662418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a bullet scar. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, Elder Paik will be dancing in the middle of the street/mall, trying to earn money so that he can establish a church to unite the people of South Korea and North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eQyfialI/AAAAAAAAC1c/Un9VJo9hNI0/s1600-h/DSC02963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eQyfialI/AAAAAAAAC1c/Un9VJo9hNI0/s400/DSC02963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323076927100185170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a noble effort indeed and although I'm always a skeptic when it comes to this kind of thing, I made an exception for him and donated some money for his effort. However, I have not seen him lately. I guess he went back to South Korea to watch the World Cup qualifying match against North Korea and dance in the stadium. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think his effort has a &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/7985154.stm"&gt;loooooooooonnnng way to go&lt;/a&gt;. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my favorite busker is James James, &lt;a href="http://www.thetartantrickster.com/"&gt;the Tartan Trickster&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9gIqq93hI/AAAAAAAAC2c/LRboD10R2iQ/s1600-h/DSC03482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9gIqq93hI/AAAAAAAAC2c/LRboD10R2iQ/s400/DSC03482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323078986584940050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is a magician who I have watched him performs since I came here. And boy, do I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His magic tricks are magnificent and his sleight of hand is top-class. And he's a really funny guy and makes jokes out of everything. And to top on that, he can speaks different languages! There was one time when a Greek teenager spoke to him in Greek and he went on to speak in Greek with that guy. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonders if he can speak Chinese or Malay. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9gHyLtunI/AAAAAAAAC18/rx99_Z74s90/s1600-h/DSC03332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9gHyLtunI/AAAAAAAAC18/rx99_Z74s90/s400/DSC03332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323078971421473394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching him performs quite a few times (to the degree of being a stalker), I have managed to see through some of his acts, such as making oranges and honeydew appeared out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I still cannot figure out how he did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9MivmvFZlk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S9MivmvFZlk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7880782973883550705?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7880782973883550705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7880782973883550705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7880782973883550705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7880782973883550705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/buskers-of-rundle-mall.html' title='The Buskers of Rundle Mall'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sd9eRBHlnNI/AAAAAAAAC1s/J9lxq9197fw/s72-c/DSC03323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-69927980692544314</id><published>2009-04-06T16:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:27:10.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet Junk'/><title type='text'>New Friend Request</title><content type='html'>Dear Federico 'Kiko' Macheda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your &lt;a href="http://www.101greatgoals.com/videodisplay/2326736/"&gt;beautiful goal&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://www.skysports.com/football/match_report/0,19764,11065_3112337,00.html"&gt;3-2 win over Aston Villa&lt;/a&gt; so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdnB5LL5UDI/AAAAAAAAC1M/OrxM-hJdlVs/s1600-h/kiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdnB5LL5UDI/AAAAAAAAC1M/OrxM-hJdlVs/s400/kiko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321497622714339378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my friend? :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-69927980692544314?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/69927980692544314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=69927980692544314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/69927980692544314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/69927980692544314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-friend-request.html' title='New Friend Request'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdnB5LL5UDI/AAAAAAAAC1M/OrxM-hJdlVs/s72-c/kiko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-4580971906075083219</id><published>2009-04-03T17:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:35:14.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>UV Apartments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Why nobody laugh with me about the anti-Earth Hour? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently staying in &lt;a href="http://www.prdstudentservices.com.au/uv/location.asp"&gt;UV Apartments&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXqJbZgaHI/AAAAAAAACzw/wt3WvLZ2okY/s1600-h/DSC03543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXqJbZgaHI/AAAAAAAACzw/wt3WvLZ2okY/s400/DSC03543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320415982502570098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UV Apartments is a place which specifically gives accommodation to students only and it's located along King Williams Street, which is the busiest street in Adelaide City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday there are police cars and fire trucks bee-bo-bee-bo-ing. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXsUoiL80I/AAAAAAAAC04/SC_F2wHYI-s/s1600-h/map1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXsUoiL80I/AAAAAAAAC04/SC_F2wHYI-s/s400/map1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320418374030455618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rental fee per month is around AUD700 (RM1500) and it includes gas and 2 times apartment cleaning. Depend on how deep your pockets are, it can be either quite economical or ridiculously expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want my honest opinion, it is expensive. I mean, my rental fee does not even cover electric, water and broadband. If I chose to live in the suburban areas, I can definitely work out a cheaper package which includes everything that ends with the word 'bill' or 'fee'. &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I consider the external factors, it's quite worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXpQ9ESEXI/AAAAAAAACy4/mCO2mRhhfmE/s1600-h/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXpQ9ESEXI/AAAAAAAACy4/mCO2mRhhfmE/s400/DSC03229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320415012287811954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it's the location. It's "superbly located in the cultural heart of Adelaide's Central Business District". To me, it's really superbly located like Malacca during the Parameswara era. Sure, I can live cheaper in suburban areas, but not all suburban areas have the luxuries of having public transports, &lt;a href="http://www.cityofadelaide.com.au/scripts/nc.dll?ADCCBRAND:STANDARD::pc=PC_39"&gt;shopping complex&lt;/a&gt;, casino, &lt;s&gt;strip club&lt;/s&gt;, food court, park and etc etc within walking distance. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it also has good services and facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXqJViqW7I/AAAAAAAACzg/E8a_ewZRLxo/s1600-h/DSC03541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXqJViqW7I/AAAAAAAACzg/E8a_ewZRLxo/s400/DSC03541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320415980930358194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Study Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has *hold breath* lift, laundry room, games room, entertainment room, bike room, study hall, 24 hours security surveillance and &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/03/fire-alarm.html"&gt;fire alarm which actually works&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that's not enough, there's three Resident Assistants &lt;s&gt;who I constantly woke them up every night&lt;/s&gt; who are 24/7 ready to assist you in any matter such as when your light bulb exploded or your toilet got stuck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXrIYFtWuI/AAAAAAAAC0I/NLqWVyeKMrM/s1600-h/DSC03616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXrIYFtWuI/AAAAAAAAC0I/NLqWVyeKMrM/s400/DSC03616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320417063945984738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Games Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think it's still expensive after all I have said... well, let's just say that there's an apartment just down the street which did not offer similar luxuries and charge AUD1000 per month. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the moment you all have been waiting for. Voila, my apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXsUF7Y40I/AAAAAAAAC0g/1mfsL8q7t9I/s1600-h/DSC03627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXsUF7Y40I/AAAAAAAAC0g/1mfsL8q7t9I/s400/DSC03627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320418364740920130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in a 3-bedroom apartment which has one toilet and one kitchen. Despite having three bedrooms, only two bedrooms have windows. The person who got the other room would suffocate to death. Me? I got the one with the window. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it really makes no different since my window is facing a freakishly tall building. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from the picture above, my room is located at the right after the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXsUd7-CDI/AAAAAAAAC0w/8MKzt2vvpiY/s1600-h/DSC03635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXsUd7-CDI/AAAAAAAAC0w/8MKzt2vvpiY/s400/DSC03635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320418371185805362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXsUfAL-7I/AAAAAAAAC0o/A5u5F11333Q/s1600-h/DSC03631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXsUfAL-7I/AAAAAAAAC0o/A5u5F11333Q/s400/DSC03631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320418371471932338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now let me introduce to you my housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXpQmkD8QI/AAAAAAAACyw/1gZjc9uOTkM/s1600-h/DSC03059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXpQmkD8QI/AAAAAAAACyw/1gZjc9uOTkM/s400/DSC03059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320415006247088386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chee Kin Loh (Chee Kin) from Malaysia. His room is on the left side beside the sofa and is the largest of all three bedrooms *grumble*. He's 21 years old and doing his final year in Accounting in University of South Australia. He's taller than me and has a girlfriend who is staying next door. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXpRV3WlrI/AAAAAAAACzI/aCViOn9HQfU/s1600-h/DSC03355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXpRV3WlrI/AAAAAAAACzI/aCViOn9HQfU/s400/DSC03355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320415018944468658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Erwin Adinata Halim (Erwin) from Indonesia. His room is on the right side before the television and is the one which could suffocate him to death. He's also 21 years old and doing his first year in Clinical Dentistry in University of Adelaide. He is shorter than me and has a girlfriend in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, when I first came here, I was actually afraid of who and who will be my housemates. Would it be a nerd or would it be a hardcore gamer? I thought I would be considered lucky if it's &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; rapists who will rape my ass every other night for 9 months. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God for giving me two guys who are even more innocent than me. And you all know how innocent I am. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXqJMoUIkI/AAAAAAAACzQ/ITh4WLid-g0/s1600-h/DSC03360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXqJMoUIkI/AAAAAAAACzQ/ITh4WLid-g0/s400/DSC03360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320415978538148418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we would not have stayed under the same roof if there's no late change. You see, I was actually arranged to stay in another apartment - Apartment 603.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXrIYc8zjI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/HOLqDn55a68/s1600-h/DSC03617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXrIYc8zjI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/HOLqDn55a68/s400/DSC03617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320417064043466290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more, it was with &lt;b&gt;TWO GIRLS&lt;/b&gt; - one is from Malaysia and the other one is from China. This was the main reason the &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/02/iron-fist.html"&gt;evil orange book&lt;/a&gt; was born into this world. &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me? Well, here's the official note from the manager himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXrIbcrQ6I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/R1mWUnghD8M/s1600-h/DSC03623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXrIbcrQ6I/AAAAAAAAC0Y/R1mWUnghD8M/s400/DSC03623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320417064847623074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you believe me? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I should be faithful and loyal and something like that to The Girlfriend. But - and a HUGE but - imagine what could have happened if I were to stay in 603....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXpQkBeCaI/AAAAAAAACyo/c5IqxnUV568/s1600-h/DSC02798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXpQkBeCaI/AAAAAAAACyo/c5IqxnUV568/s400/DSC02798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320415005565127074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have a sex scandal by now. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-4580971906075083219?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/4580971906075083219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=4580971906075083219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/4580971906075083219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/4580971906075083219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/04/uv-apartments.html' title='UV Apartments'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdXqJbZgaHI/AAAAAAAACzw/wt3WvLZ2okY/s72-c/DSC03543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-9168815913561420992</id><published>2009-03-30T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:52:58.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner&apos;s Musings'/><title type='text'>Anti-Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>It was Earth Hour for an hour on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdDqbTnjA7I/AAAAAAAACyg/awwP3O5MFqU/s1600-h/earth-hour-to-financial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdDqbTnjA7I/AAAAAAAACyg/awwP3O5MFqU/s400/earth-hour-to-financial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319008914768069554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was anti-Earth Hour on Sunday with tons of carbons in Australian Grand Prix for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdDqa8kdi4I/AAAAAAAACyY/fNI5D3JHCkU/s1600-h/r354567_1629372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdDqa8kdi4I/AAAAAAAACyY/fNI5D3JHCkU/s400/r354567_1629372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319008908581112706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-9168815913561420992?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/9168815913561420992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=9168815913561420992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/9168815913561420992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/9168815913561420992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/03/anti-earth-hour.html' title='Anti-Earth Hour'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SdDqbTnjA7I/AAAAAAAACyg/awwP3O5MFqU/s72-c/earth-hour-to-financial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-9101780034760671430</id><published>2009-03-24T20:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:45:32.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girlfriend 1.0'/><title type='text'>Our 2nd Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Two assignments due next Monday. Shit wei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girlfriend's idea of a perfect anniversary gift:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ScjReVGYWkI/AAAAAAAACyI/LMn2VyR84jI/s1600-h/DSC03476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ScjReVGYWkI/AAAAAAAACyI/LMn2VyR84jI/s400/DSC03476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316729679101057602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;A baby voodoo doll.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute handmade baby doll! Oh my God it's so cute! I love it so much! Thank you, Girlfriend! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for me, of course I didn't forget to send her something despite I'm in Australia. I asked for my brother's help to send her 24 pink roses and a card, which was a simple instruction even for a stupid guy. But then again, he just have to screw it up. Well, he did neither choose the wrong flower nor forget about the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why of all cards, he chose a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt; card??? -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ScjT80YE2fI/AAAAAAAACyQ/CdFIotf9QUc/s1600-h/DSCF0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ScjT80YE2fI/AAAAAAAACyQ/CdFIotf9QUc/s400/DSCF0241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316732401916107250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never fails to amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-9101780034760671430?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/9101780034760671430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=9101780034760671430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/9101780034760671430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/9101780034760671430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-2nd-anniversary.html' title='Our 2nd Anniversary'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/ScjReVGYWkI/AAAAAAAACyI/LMn2VyR84jI/s72-c/DSC03476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-6702558856223678494</id><published>2009-03-17T20:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:47:09.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Village Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; The injured finger has fully recovered. But before this it makes me looks like Dr. Evil, except I have more hair than him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was peeing in my university's toilet when I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sb-nwK8G6RI/AAAAAAAACyA/PWzlLjaClXI/s1600-h/DSC03462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sb-nwK8G6RI/AAAAAAAACyA/PWzlLjaClXI/s400/DSC03462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314150531332499730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlarge x10.&lt;br /&gt;Apply Filter/Noise/Despeckle.&lt;br /&gt;Apply Filter/Styllize/Diffuse.&lt;br /&gt;Apply Filter/Sharpen/Unsharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press OK. *tick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sb-nwKuZMDI/AAAAAAAACx4/yxbjMEhyPTw/s1600-h/DSC03465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sb-nwKuZMDI/AAAAAAAACx4/yxbjMEhyPTw/s400/DSC03465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314150531274977330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's not jump to conclusion. So let me confirm if it is what I think it is. *insert AUD1*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sb-nv_IwVVI/AAAAAAAACxw/VPxCh-aNMss/s1600-h/DSC03467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sb-nv_IwVVI/AAAAAAAACxw/VPxCh-aNMss/s400/DSC03467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314150528164320594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..... why on earth there's a condom machine inside the toilet of my university? -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-6702558856223678494?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/6702558856223678494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=6702558856223678494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6702558856223678494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6702558856223678494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/03/village-boy.html' title='Village Boy'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sb-nwK8G6RI/AAAAAAAACyA/PWzlLjaClXI/s72-c/DSC03462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-3931019050184312168</id><published>2009-03-12T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:49:49.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wuz 0wned'/><title type='text'>Bloody Finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I caught the exclusive &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkIKRsxL1I/AAAAAAAACxQ/9-G1rbGnJvg/s1600-h/mobster.jpg"&gt;Mobster mouse&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mousehunt/"&gt;MouseHunt&lt;/a&gt;! Damn bangga can! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today The Mother called me while I was taking a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up, I picked up the phone, said hello and switched on the light. And then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkHp5fDaxI/AAAAAAAACxI/1oEl8MfBs68/s1600-h/DSC03445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkHp5fDaxI/AAAAAAAACxI/1oEl8MfBs68/s400/DSC03445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312285651847310098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my finger in the most ridiculous way. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tried to switch on the light, I slipped and brushed my little finger against the edge of the metal thing at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkHpTCLrnI/AAAAAAAACxA/FVRySFwUDCc/s1600-h/DSC03428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkHpTCLrnI/AAAAAAAACxA/FVRySFwUDCc/s400/DSC03428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312285641525669490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bloody deep cut into my skin (let's not talk about how I screamed like a girl). And it was not &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkHoTGtb6I/AAAAAAAACwo/3Z6q9goYwKc/s1600-h/DSC03437.JPG"&gt;pretty&lt;/a&gt; at all. I spilled my blood all over the floor/carpet like some kind of water sprinkler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I found an used tissue roll in my dustbin to stop the bleeding (hey! I was desperate!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkHpApN_pI/AAAAAAAACw4/M7ECasvYXFc/s1600-h/DSC03436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkHpApN_pI/AAAAAAAACw4/M7ECasvYXFc/s400/DSC03436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312285636589125266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would thought that such a little finger could have so much blood? It's like &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2007/02/el-nino.html"&gt;El Nino&lt;/a&gt; all over again. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was not the worst thing that happen to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkHoqVmq6I/AAAAAAAACww/z7f5wS4geRQ/s1600-h/DSC03440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkHoqVmq6I/AAAAAAAACww/z7f5wS4geRQ/s400/DSC03440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312285630601276322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I went down and shouted "FUCKKKKKK!!!!!" with The Mother on the other end of the phone. -__-||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-3931019050184312168?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/3931019050184312168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=3931019050184312168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3931019050184312168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3931019050184312168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloody-finger.html' title='Bloody Finger'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbkHp5fDaxI/AAAAAAAACxI/1oEl8MfBs68/s72-c/DSC03445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-8016992758342275409</id><published>2009-03-08T13:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:27:28.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Fire Alarm</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday was so &lt;em&gt;gan cheong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbNSqUPhkNI/AAAAAAAACwY/lSQ735IOB9c/s1600-h/Photo0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbNSqUPhkNI/AAAAAAAACwY/lSQ735IOB9c/s400/Photo0020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310679272541753554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire alarm went off in the apartment I'm staying now. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the fire brigade came. So &lt;em&gt;kua cheong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbNSpzkjiTI/AAAAAAAACwI/bAdhaVyj2AQ/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbNSpzkjiTI/AAAAAAAACwI/bAdhaVyj2AQ/s400/Photo0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310679263771593010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, it was only a false alarm. Apparently, the person who caused the fire alarm to go off was a girl who was trying to make steak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making it medium, rare or well-done, she made it crispy. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiVK_koDI/AAAAAAAACpM/s_SSEjE8Uts/s1600-h/01022009348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiVK_koDI/AAAAAAAACpM/s_SSEjE8Uts/s400/01022009348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298663446213337138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She definitely never read my blog on &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-not-to-cook.html"&gt;how not to cook&lt;/a&gt;. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of all nights to cause us to run down the stairs, she had to choose the coldest night. It was freaking 14°C that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbNSqARKvNI/AAAAAAAACwQ/U040Rbix7M0/s1600-h/Photo0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbNSqARKvNI/AAAAAAAACwQ/U040Rbix7M0/s400/Photo0019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310679267179936978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a set-up to freeze me to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-8016992758342275409?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/8016992758342275409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=8016992758342275409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/8016992758342275409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/8016992758342275409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/03/fire-alarm.html' title='Fire Alarm'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SbNSqUPhkNI/AAAAAAAACwY/lSQ735IOB9c/s72-c/Photo0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-621223393479150810</id><published>2009-03-03T18:59:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:30:57.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>I Cannot Ride my Bike with no Handlebars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; My 5th semester started yesterday and it was brilliant. Neither me or the lecturers understood what each other were trying to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we can &lt;a href="http://www.southaustralia.com/9006725.aspx"&gt;rent bikes&lt;/a&gt; for free in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0Tu7EVVnI/AAAAAAAACvg/dGUroh57jyI/s1600-h/DSC03237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0Tu7EVVnI/AAAAAAAACvg/dGUroh57jyI/s400/DSC03237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308921232590460530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is to sign some paperwork and give them my passport then I would be able to ride bike for free from 9AM - 5.30PM. I have been doing this for a couple of times since I came here. Mainly because it's much more convenient to travel around and also as a mean of *ahem* exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have this darnedest idea since the day I discovered this service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0Tu_9WiFI/AAAAAAAACvo/RRDMIFW4lp0/s1600-h/DSC02950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0Tu_9WiFI/AAAAAAAACvo/RRDMIFW4lp0/s400/DSC02950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308921233903355986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's free, why don't I try to cycle to my university? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at the bright side. If I do so, not only it will save myself the money to buy the bus tickets to travel back and forth to university everyday, I could even *ahem* lose some weight &lt;s&gt;which may or may not help me date the angmohs here&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0ann7PP_I/AAAAAAAACv4/k1rfnHULO14/s1600-h/magill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0ann7PP_I/AAAAAAAACv4/k1rfnHULO14/s400/magill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308928803774349298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how difficult can it be? All I have to do is cycle all the way straight and I would reach my university campus in Magill in no time. No sweat! &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Tuesday I rented a bike at around 2PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0SmglpRrI/AAAAAAAACvY/7vtSSaS7-T4/s1600-h/DSC03239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0SmglpRrI/AAAAAAAACvY/7vtSSaS7-T4/s400/DSC03239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308919988531840690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I did some warm-up exercises (heck, I myself won't even buy that) before began my journey from North Terrace at around 2.15PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really easy at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0Smb7Y7MI/AAAAAAAACvQ/i0-g7pGzxFk/s1600-h/DSC03244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0Smb7Y7MI/AAAAAAAACvQ/i0-g7pGzxFk/s400/DSC03244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308919987280866498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I easily cycled past some of the landmarks such as the City East campus of UniSA in North Terrace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0SmRU6XnI/AAAAAAAACvI/mN8CMb2x4L4/s1600-h/DSC03245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0SmRU6XnI/AAAAAAAACvI/mN8CMb2x4L4/s400/DSC03245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308919984435125874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and the National Wine Centre of Australia in Botanic Road. Sigh, it was so easy and carefree that I felt that I could easily do this while singing 'Shalala Lala'. Muahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then came the intersection of Payneham Road and Magill Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0SmI-0xzI/AAAAAAAACvA/Ko5REczQRrI/s1600-h/DSC03246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0SmI-0xzI/AAAAAAAACvA/Ko5REczQRrI/s400/DSC03246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308919982195001138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I crossed the street towards Magill Road (obviously), the riding got tough at there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Magill Road, not only the road is narrower by one lane, the bicycle lane - which exists in the City - has disappeared! So unlike in the City, I began to slow down as I cycled at the main road. And constantly, I had to look behind me to make sure no dumb blonde backstabbed my ass. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matter worse, the weather unexpectedly became hot and the sun was like concentrating all its heat on me. I really didn't expect it to be that hot, which was why I didn't apply sun lotion. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0RSKlc7xI/AAAAAAAACuY/cOX3OxGax9U/s1600-h/DSC03254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0RSKlc7xI/AAAAAAAACuY/cOX3OxGax9U/s400/DSC03254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308918539516440338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling + Sun - Sun Lotion = Death @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cycling for 389273841km (I think), I made my first stop at the Caltex petrol station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0SmCQLCtI/AAAAAAAACu4/POSV_olMOvU/s1600-h/DSC03248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0SmCQLCtI/AAAAAAAACu4/POSV_olMOvU/s400/DSC03248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308919980388715218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself a bottle of water to cure myself from dehydration and rested a while. Then I continued my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0RSQka88I/AAAAAAAACuo/1BD1CqPXZO0/s1600-h/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0RSQka88I/AAAAAAAACuo/1BD1CqPXZO0/s400/DSC03279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308918541122728898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, as I continued to cycle, my legs were starting to give up. Although I managed to camwhore while riding a bike (!), I was really tired by that time. I was so tired that I cannot remember how many times I stopped to take a rest. Eventually, I really cannot ride it anymore and had to push the bike all the way to the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sun not showing any mercy, it was a living hell. All the fats in my stomach weren't simply made for cycling. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I continued to push, I saw a light &lt;s&gt;to heaven&lt;/s&gt; at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0RRzp_UFI/AAAAAAAACuQ/nBngUs56JE0/s1600-h/DSC03283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0RRzp_UFI/AAAAAAAACuQ/nBngUs56JE0/s400/DSC03283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308918533361455186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD IS IT TRUE? &lt;S&gt;IS THAT A SWIMMING POOL DOWN THERE?&lt;/S&gt; IS THAT MY UNIVERSITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY BANANA I THINK IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0QRhoW6KI/AAAAAAAACuI/UmHXdB5q1gc/s1600-h/DSC03284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0QRhoW6KI/AAAAAAAACuI/UmHXdB5q1gc/s400/DSC03284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308917429011146914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out all my energy to give it one last try. I climbed on the bike and cycled again. I am pretty sure I cycled accordingly to the zig-zag line like some drunken guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs were about to give up on me again before I finally saw what I wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0QRTHTCbI/AAAAAAAACuA/jQUhw_lIaho/s1600-h/DSC03285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0QRTHTCbI/AAAAAAAACuA/jQUhw_lIaho/s400/DSC03285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308917425114384818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It's my university! I have reached here against all odds! YEAHHH!!! *'Ballade pour Adeline' playing at the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit it took me 2 hours to reach there. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0QRe4yP7I/AAAAAAAACt4/PU4k2QkkRLk/s1600-h/DSC03303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0QRe4yP7I/AAAAAAAACt4/PU4k2QkkRLk/s400/DSC03303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308917428274741170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the feeling of reaching there with my own strength was indescribable. It taught with determination and dedication, I can do anything. I felt like a complete winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was like Lance Armstrong winning Tour de France. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0TvDQ2CNI/AAAAAAAACvw/4nmBe18idfs/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0TvDQ2CNI/AAAAAAAACvw/4nmBe18idfs/s400/bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308921234790418642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I can salvage any moment of pride, something terrible struck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0QRIRkwbI/AAAAAAAACtw/rWM5aqVcOOc/s1600-h/DSC03308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0QRIRkwbI/AAAAAAAACtw/rWM5aqVcOOc/s400/DSC03308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308917422204699058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered that I needed to return the bike before 5.30PM or I will be fined AUD25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*Doing mental calculation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of arrival: 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;Estimated time of return: 4.20PM + 2 hours = 6.20PM&lt;br /&gt;Latest time needed to return the bike = 5.30PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY MACKAREL CHEESE I'M GONNA HAVE TO PAY THE FINE!!!!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired at that moment. I wanted to take a bus, but they didn't allow bicycle on the bus. I wanted to take a taxi, but just when you need one, there's none in sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any choices, I summoned all my energy and activated &lt;a href="http://gundam.wikia.com/wiki/Trans-Am"&gt;Trans-Am&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa02aMqTxpI/AAAAAAAACwA/Lr5o2znUwX0/s1600-h/DSC03249e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa02aMqTxpI/AAAAAAAACwA/Lr5o2znUwX0/s400/DSC03249e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308959359442863762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? It took me just &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30 MINUTES&lt;/span&gt; to reach the City and escape being fined. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I know I'm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kiamsiap&lt;/span&gt;, but I never know I am that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kiamsiap&lt;/span&gt; to pay AUD25 that I can mustered my energy out like that. @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-621223393479150810?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/621223393479150810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=621223393479150810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/621223393479150810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/621223393479150810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cannot-ride-my-bike-with-no.html' title='I Cannot Ride my Bike with no Handlebars'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/Sa0Tu7EVVnI/AAAAAAAACvg/dGUroh57jyI/s72-c/DSC03237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5952299170128626554</id><published>2009-02-25T20:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:01:53.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Visit to Cleland Wildlife Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Next Monday is my first day of class. Remind me to bring a tape recorder on Sunday night please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something about the koala bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhb8Z3nI/AAAAAAAACtQ/RNK8LKxmjx0/s1600-h/IMG_3657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhb8Z3nI/AAAAAAAACtQ/RNK8LKxmjx0/s400/IMG_3657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306726375688363634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its baby looks like some kind of a mutated dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaU88Er1FHI/AAAAAAAACso/VcdWwYsMfEY/s1600-h/DSC03099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaU88Er1FHI/AAAAAAAACso/VcdWwYsMfEY/s400/DSC03099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306714738673390706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you agree with me? -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, UniSA organised a tour to Cleland Wildlife Park last Saturday. Not wanting to miss out, I bought a ticket to go as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaU88XdniCI/AAAAAAAACs4/TN0F1HT10VU/s1600-h/DSC03160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaU88XdniCI/AAAAAAAACs4/TN0F1HT10VU/s400/DSC03160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306714743714056226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleland Wildlife Park is located at Adelaide Hills, which is around half an hour travel by bus. The park is full with Australian animals and is a part of Cleland Conservation Park which blah blah blah go read it yourself at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cleland_Conservation_Park"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tour cost me around AUD15, which I think was a good price considering it included the bus fare and entrance fee (the entrance fee around cost AUD14 I think). And at that price, I got to see the rare, exclusive animals of Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhCvtaoI/AAAAAAAACtA/aoT5p4utAmo/s1600-h/DSC03177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhCvtaoI/AAAAAAAACtA/aoT5p4utAmo/s400/DSC03177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306726368924232322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant hamster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaU87a0GG-I/AAAAAAAACsY/CVZ-pv9xd5A/s1600-h/DSC03078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaU87a0GG-I/AAAAAAAACsY/CVZ-pv9xd5A/s400/DSC03078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306714727433772002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaU87_viICI/AAAAAAAACsg/lgu1laRSdx8/s1600-h/DSC03095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaU87_viICI/AAAAAAAACsg/lgu1laRSdx8/s400/DSC03095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306714737346748450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giant &lt;s&gt;goose&lt;/s&gt; geese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, how could I not take a picture of a kangaroo when I'm in Australia? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhm2OWgI/AAAAAAAACtY/C4t8h42ASQQ/s1600-h/IMG_3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhm2OWgI/AAAAAAAACtY/C4t8h42ASQQ/s400/IMG_3682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306726378615233026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really enjoyed the most about Cleland Wildlife Park was the close interactions with the animals. I got to touch and shake hands with them! So nice. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And especially when I touched the koala bear and kangaroo. I just simply cannot imagine the softness and warmth of their furs. It's like my hand just melted into their cozy, warm furs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it smelt too. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I can buy a packet of animal food at the park entrance for AUD3 and had the chance to feed the animals myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhmGonpI/AAAAAAAACtg/396muMGUjgg/s1600-h/IMG_3693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhmGonpI/AAAAAAAACtg/396muMGUjgg/s400/IMG_3693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306726378415627922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Threesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how about that? Isn't it great to have cute, adorable kangaroos to eat from your hands (and not eating your hands) and drool their smelly saliva all over your palms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a group of geese (what do you that group of animal again?) chasing after you once you threw one or two pieces of animal food to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaU88Rp4-vI/AAAAAAAACsw/j3bgwX-Bjj8/s1600-h/DSC03112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaU88Rp4-vI/AAAAAAAACsw/j3bgwX-Bjj8/s400/DSC03112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306714742154918642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fivesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I really enjoyed my time at there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was one animal which I didn't go near it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhT4wBlI/AAAAAAAACtI/bEpDclnbifg/s1600-h/DSC03148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhT4wBlI/AAAAAAAACtI/bEpDclnbifg/s400/DSC03148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306726373525554770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I believe it is called emus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe such a freaking big bird is roaming freely in the park? I can just imagine that it will chase me around the park and keep knocking my head with its peak if I ever dare to feed or approach it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I want to happen is became the second Malaysian to be killed by animals in another country's zoo. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5952299170128626554?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5952299170128626554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5952299170128626554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5952299170128626554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5952299170128626554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/02/visit-to-cleland-wildlife-park.html' title='Visit to Cleland Wildlife Park'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SaVHhb8Z3nI/AAAAAAAACtQ/RNK8LKxmjx0/s72-c/IMG_3657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-8690247237764930301</id><published>2009-02-22T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:12:57.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>An Unfortunate Event</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZz09O4we8I/AAAAAAAACr0/i6zbAGMLlDM/s1600-h/DSC02949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZz09O4we8I/AAAAAAAACr0/i6zbAGMLlDM/s400/DSC02949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304383793940954050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this restaurant called Fortune Duck to buy myself a roasted duck rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To readers from Adelaide:&lt;/span&gt; I found this restaurant when I was exploring the City last week. It's located just opposite the China Town along Moonta Street. To get to there, take a tram and get off at Victoria Square. Then, cross the street and walk about 5 minutes and you will reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;To readers from Malaysia:&lt;/span&gt; I found this restaurant nearby the place I'm staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZz09IRNsII/AAAAAAAACr8/VJl--I_9Z4A/s1600-h/DSC02953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZz09IRNsII/AAAAAAAACr8/VJl--I_9Z4A/s400/DSC02953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304383792164483202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, roasted duck is really my favorite meal. Man, I could eat it for ever if I could. So you just simply cannot imagine how grateful and happy I was when I discovered this place. It's like godsend. I was so afraid when I just came here that I have to hunt and roast the ducks myself I want to eat it. So poor, right? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;em&gt;bungkus&lt;/em&gt; a roasted duck and pork rice for around AU9 (so expensive can) and walked back home. And on my way home, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZz09W3-3FI/AAAAAAAACsE/mOjEcPoKLvA/s1600-h/DSC02956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZz09W3-3FI/AAAAAAAACsE/mOjEcPoKLvA/s400/DSC02956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304383796085185618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fortune duck was so unfortunate. I didn't even have the chance to eat it. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-8690247237764930301?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/8690247237764930301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=8690247237764930301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/8690247237764930301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/8690247237764930301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/02/unfortunate-event.html' title='An Unfortunate Event'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZz09O4we8I/AAAAAAAACr0/i6zbAGMLlDM/s72-c/DSC02949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-2779838622257007024</id><published>2009-02-17T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:19:58.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Another Lost Twin Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; The Girlfriend hates it when I type a short entry. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been less than two weeks that I arrived in Adelaide but all my good friends already found my long lost twin brother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/04/evil-twins-and-lots-of-em.html"&gt;Again&lt;/a&gt;! In Australia some more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZqOcTo0NTI/AAAAAAAACq0/5UzNBNYABww/s1600-h/DSC02998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZqOcTo0NTI/AAAAAAAACq0/5UzNBNYABww/s400/DSC02998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303708128141129010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think everyone thinks every &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt; bulky Chinese guy wearing glasses looks like me. &gt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-2779838622257007024?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/2779838622257007024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=2779838622257007024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2779838622257007024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2779838622257007024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-lost-twin-brother.html' title='Another Lost Twin Brother'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZqOcTo0NTI/AAAAAAAACq0/5UzNBNYABww/s72-c/DSC02998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-794751454777698175</id><published>2009-02-09T23:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:26:36.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girlfriend 1.0'/><title type='text'>Iron Fist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Everything is so different here. I feel like I'm in a foreign country. Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of unpacking my stuffs yesterday, I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9b6LOTI/AAAAAAAACqM/X-wGn6Lfjgk/s1600-h/DSC02916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9b6LOTI/AAAAAAAACqM/X-wGn6Lfjgk/s400/DSC02916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300838971948611890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Seng Foo Act 2009 : Regulations, Rules and Order. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know... wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9ev7wMI/AAAAAAAACqE/5cBV4USwGTQ/s1600-h/DSC02820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9ev7wMI/AAAAAAAACqE/5cBV4USwGTQ/s400/DSC02820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300838972710961346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks before I left, I made a joke with The Girlfriend that she ought to come out with a set of rules to bind me to the chamber of solitude. But I would never thought she took me seriously and really did came up with it. I mean, I was just joking! And now the joke's on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the notepad, she set up a bunch strict rules (and can be amended from time to time) which makes Joseph Stalin looks like Mother Theresa. Don't believe me? Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9g8Gv5I/AAAAAAAACqU/NBsrqFTgFY0/s1600-h/DSC02917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9g8Gv5I/AAAAAAAACqU/NBsrqFTgFY0/s400/DSC02917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300838973298884498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I heard of iron fist but this is ridiculous. I can already imagine the impact of the orange book to my social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Hey, Seng Foo. What you wanna do tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Well, I don't know. What do you have in mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Let's go to Madame Josephine's Ultimate All-Male Strip Show across the street. I heard that the guys are hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9xYbNLI/AAAAAAAACqk/wgSr4WaLquc/s1600-h/DSC02929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9xYbNLI/AAAAAAAACqk/wgSr4WaLquc/s400/DSC02929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300838977712633010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Cannot! Section 11 of Lee Seng Foo Act 2009 prohibits me to explore new places alone where it is secluded, empty, quiet or viewed as dangerous in an ordinary person's opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; That thing again? Look, don't worry. You're not alone 'cause ya with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Oh yeah, you're right. But according to Section 13, I am prohibited to enter into clubs, or places of similar nature unless leave of [The Girlfriend] has been obtained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; But it's an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL-MALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; strip show! I know that under Section 18 of the Act you're allowed to get as intimate as you wish with the same sex but not the opposite sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; ....... Did you just hear yourself talk? Do I look like I want to get intimate with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Well, I don't know! Just ignore that stupid orange book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; I can't. Section 5 says that claiming ignorance is not an acceptable excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Fine! Let's just go to Macca's and grab a burger! At least no alcohol is sold there or you might quote Section 8 and drive me up the wall. You have totally ruined our night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9iZHlQI/AAAAAAAACqc/RUwz8u7AyCY/s1600-h/DSC02918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9iZHlQI/AAAAAAAACqc/RUwz8u7AyCY/s400/DSC02918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300838973689009410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Erm.... I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Now what!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Section 6(i) allows me to consume fast food 4 times per week only. This would be my 4th time and I want to save it for Wicked Pizza for this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; You...! You...! You...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Wow, look at the time! Another minute and it will be 11pm! Section 11 does not allow me to stay out past the hour! See ya at university tomorrow! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PETER:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; *Jump off the street and got hit by a car*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SENG FOO:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; PETERRRR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it. I'm not going to be controlled by The Girlfriend who is 5000km away from me and wait for Peter (whoever he is) to commit suicide because of me. I'm not going to participate in any part of this insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBds9CndhI/AAAAAAAACqs/uYzi0tGIpdM/s1600-h/DSC02942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBds9CndhI/AAAAAAAACqs/uYzi0tGIpdM/s400/DSC02942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300839788296238610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write an appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on a sec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-794751454777698175?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/794751454777698175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=794751454777698175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/794751454777698175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/794751454777698175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/02/iron-fist.html' title='Iron Fist'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SZBc9b6LOTI/AAAAAAAACqM/X-wGn6Lfjgk/s72-c/DSC02916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5897785064320642829</id><published>2009-02-07T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:15:07.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner in Oz'/><title type='text'>Oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Australian English is owning me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SY1sfxmNZMI/AAAAAAAACp8/rQZTWoGOGXo/s1600-h/DSC02913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SY1sfxmNZMI/AAAAAAAACp8/rQZTWoGOGXo/s400/DSC02913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300011629630284994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to let you guys know that I have safely arrived in Adelaide on 4:45am (Malaysia time) today. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5897785064320642829?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5897785064320642829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5897785064320642829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5897785064320642829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5897785064320642829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/02/oz.html' title='Oz'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SY1sfxmNZMI/AAAAAAAACp8/rQZTWoGOGXo/s72-c/DSC02913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-1747226914778534703</id><published>2009-02-05T03:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:48:36.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wuz 0wned'/><title type='text'>How Not to Cook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Will be departing from KLIA to Adelaide this Friday at 9:45pm (Malaysia time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to cook last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiVyx6HXI/AAAAAAAACpk/mAU5FzCu9FY/s1600-h/01022009354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiVyx6HXI/AAAAAAAACpk/mAU5FzCu9FY/s400/01022009354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298663456893443442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I would be living in Adelaide for 9 months, I think it's important to make my own meals. I mean, I can't really just eat burgers for breakfast, pizzas for lunch, and fried chickens for dinner, right? Besides, I would be able to save money and perhaps even lose some weight. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have never really cook before in my life (does cooking Maggi mee count?). Then again, I was just trying to make luncheon meat and red beans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing can happen? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiUq7h_NI/AAAAAAAACpE/X-O_VdaR39g/s1600-h/01022009347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiUq7h_NI/AAAAAAAACpE/X-O_VdaR39g/s400/01022009347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298663437606452434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiVK_koDI/AAAAAAAACpM/s_SSEjE8Uts/s1600-h/01022009348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiVK_koDI/AAAAAAAACpM/s_SSEjE8Uts/s400/01022009348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298663446213337138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmm... would you believe if I say a lightning struck at the frying pan and ignited the fire? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupe, I figure not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiVQztoII/AAAAAAAACpU/4woZw0c3tzo/s1600-h/01022009349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiVQztoII/AAAAAAAACpU/4woZw0c3tzo/s400/01022009349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298663447774208130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't worry, I didn't burn down the new house. But I certainly recoin the meaning &lt;em&gt;yap for&lt;/em&gt; (house warming) [literal translation: insert fire] that day. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;/b&gt; Eat burgers for breakfast, pizzas for lunch, and fried chickens for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-1747226914778534703?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/1747226914778534703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=1747226914778534703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1747226914778534703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1747226914778534703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-not-to-cook.html' title='How Not to Cook'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SYiiVyx6HXI/AAAAAAAACpk/mAU5FzCu9FY/s72-c/01022009354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-6502026882940211623</id><published>2009-01-27T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:50:48.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Improvement'/><title type='text'>Warming the Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Happy Chinese New Year! May the Cow not be chasing you for the all red clothes you're wearing and all the angpaos you're receiving. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the status of &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/01/warming-house.html"&gt;my room in the new house&lt;/a&gt;, I have been sleeping with Ah Boo for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9BL9b76SI/AAAAAAAACo0/pv_qbdf5S4Y/s1600-h/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9BL9b76SI/AAAAAAAACo0/pv_qbdf5S4Y/s400/DSC02508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296023360537094434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Sob* *Sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is no longer the case. I have finally got my own room &lt;em&gt;officially&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9BLmR7I4I/AAAAAAAACos/RAB2b1YAbVA/s1600-h/DSC02504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9BLmR7I4I/AAAAAAAACos/RAB2b1YAbVA/s400/DSC02504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296023354321085314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9A4uNC3MI/AAAAAAAACoM/iEuSBxDJ7Po/s1600-h/DSC02495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9A4uNC3MI/AAAAAAAACoM/iEuSBxDJ7Po/s400/DSC02495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296023030030589122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own air-con!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9DLvJVKAI/AAAAAAAACo8/I5dvorEziBo/s1600-h/DSC02513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9DLvJVKAI/AAAAAAAACo8/I5dvorEziBo/s400/DSC02513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296025555724216322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my own dustbin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, The Mother thought it's unfair for my brothers to have their rooms so &lt;em&gt;canggih&lt;/em&gt; while I only have curtains. She must really love me and understand how I felt about it, which led to this conclusion. That's what I want to believe in with, because the last thing I ever need is *gulp* she read about it in this blog. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also have my own wardrobe, which gotta be in some kind of record for being &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Biggest Wardrobe I Ever Seen&lt;/span&gt;&amp;reg;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9A4iLyjxI/AAAAAAAACoc/vkxCdXJ75zA/s1600-h/DSC02497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9A4iLyjxI/AAAAAAAACoc/vkxCdXJ75zA/s400/DSC02497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296023026804100882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so big that it can easily fit &lt;s&gt;five&lt;/s&gt; four of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9A45PjBlI/AAAAAAAACok/VgNbUYfVG-0/s1600-h/DSC02500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9A45PjBlI/AAAAAAAACok/VgNbUYfVG-0/s400/DSC02500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296023032993875538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I can even pull a Doraemon! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things are really pleasant additions to my room. Yeah, it's not exactly the way I pictured my room, but it really makes my room a &lt;em&gt;room&lt;/em&gt;. For the first time since moving to the new house, I really feel like being a part of the family again because it proves that they have not (yet) forget about me. *Sob* *sob* I'm really touched by it. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, what the heck is this!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9A4tSmveI/AAAAAAAACoU/JgPkm31VbU4/s1600-h/DSC02496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9A4tSmveI/AAAAAAAACoU/JgPkm31VbU4/s400/DSC02496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296023029785476578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a makeup table doing in my room!? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a boy for Pete's sake! *Take off boxer and check* Yes, I'm a boy for Pete's sake! Regardless who on earth Pete is! Man, what is The Mother expecting me to do with it!? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THIS!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9A4aoajKI/AAAAAAAACoE/QOOXHKv_Rkc/s1600-h/DSC02491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9A4aoajKI/AAAAAAAACoE/QOOXHKv_Rkc/s400/DSC02491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296023024776678562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-6502026882940211623?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/6502026882940211623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=6502026882940211623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6502026882940211623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6502026882940211623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/01/warming-room.html' title='Warming the Room'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SX9BL9b76SI/AAAAAAAACo0/pv_qbdf5S4Y/s72-c/DSC02508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-1764055949398657486</id><published>2009-01-20T23:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:29:57.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Improvement'/><title type='text'>Warming the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; There's a lot of places I went to in HK, but I have decided to end it prematurely. I came back like... 2 months ago wtf. Life needs to move on. So just check out the pictures which I will upload it to Facebook soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for going AWOL for this past few days. I have been really busy lately as my family was moving in to a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX5YWs0rcI/AAAAAAAACmU/BvtziYwtriQ/s1600-h/16012009338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX5YWs0rcI/AAAAAAAACmU/BvtziYwtriQ/s400/16012009338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293411133849644482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupe, that's right. After 8 years of living in condominium, we are finally moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX6-1L9YYI/AAAAAAAACnE/AK4BPtAJtho/s1600-h/DSC02403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX6-1L9YYI/AAAAAAAACnE/AK4BPtAJtho/s400/DSC02403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293412894379958658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new house which we have just moved into is damn &lt;em&gt;geng&lt;/em&gt;. It's a three storey house with five bedrooms, five bathrooms, two balconies, two kitchens, and a front yard which can fit up to six cars at a time &lt;em&gt;logically&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison, the condominium has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, one balcony, one kitchen, and only allows two parking spaces for one house unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need see also know who will win. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX5X8xwh_I/AAAAAAAACmM/L4uKAbPJKCk/s1600-h/15012009335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX5X8xwh_I/AAAAAAAACmM/L4uKAbPJKCk/s400/15012009335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293411126891022322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, was really happy that we're moving &lt;s&gt;&lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-door-down.html"&gt;after what I have done&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt; because each of us finally has got our own bedrooms. It's really a pain in the butt when you need to share room with your brothers (FOR EIGHT YEARS!!) as it's difficult to have some *ahem* private time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I can say is... NO MORE!! MUAHAHAhAHAHhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX5YtBHAeI/AAAAAAAACms/BiR2lWEvltg/s1600-h/DSC02400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX5YtBHAeI/AAAAAAAACms/BiR2lWEvltg/s400/DSC02400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293411139840311778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ah Hoo's room. Now he can play his instruments without bothering me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX5YR-_GWI/AAAAAAAACmc/Zbsws3MIeE8/s1600-h/DSC02398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX5YR-_GWI/AAAAAAAACmc/Zbsws3MIeE8/s400/DSC02398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293411132583647586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ah Boo's room. Now he can.. erhhhm... do that thing he always do which I'm not sure without bothering me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the moment you all have been waiting for: my room. &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX6-rLgCgI/AAAAAAAACm0/j8Zx3EEjmQo/s1600-h/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX6-rLgCgI/AAAAAAAACm0/j8Zx3EEjmQo/s400/DSC02401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293412891693681154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my two brothers, my room is situated on the top floor, segregating myself from them and proving that I'm at the top of the hierarchy of power. *insert evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's the second biggest room in the house and bigger than my brothers' rooms. Not only is that, I have balcony, which they don't. *insert evil laugh* *increase volume*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado, I'm proud to present to you... MY ROOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXYQTpc6KSI/AAAAAAAACnM/ju7RTn9iNn0/s1600-h/BedroomDesign6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXYQTpc6KSI/AAAAAAAACnM/ju7RTn9iNn0/s400/BedroomDesign6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293436341751261474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine. That's not my room. &lt;b&gt;THIS&lt;/b&gt; is my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX6-wNh-jI/AAAAAAAACm8/Vd5SXcJEZ5w/s1600-h/DSC02402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX6-wNh-jI/AAAAAAAACm8/Vd5SXcJEZ5w/s400/DSC02402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293412893044374066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, yes it is my room. Nothing but the curtains. Not even a &lt;b&gt;BED&lt;/b&gt;. &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, The Mother thinks that since CNY will be coming soon and I will be going to Australia in more or less 3 weeks, the room would be the least important part of the new house. Therefore, my room would not be renovated in the foreseeable future. Heck, even the future housemaid's room is currently being renovated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, so much for being at the top of the hierarchy of power. -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-1764055949398657486?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/1764055949398657486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=1764055949398657486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1764055949398657486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1764055949398657486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/01/warming-house.html' title='Warming the House'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SXX5YWs0rcI/AAAAAAAACmU/BvtziYwtriQ/s72-c/16012009338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-4133506838462262037</id><published>2009-01-10T02:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:13:23.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around the World'/><title type='text'>Gambling in Macau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I'm currently looking for MSI GX627 notebook. Whoever can tell me where I can get it shall receive a kiss from me. :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides HK, I managed to go to Macau as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb7eQTOJI/AAAAAAAACjc/51ozH29QMvU/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb7eQTOJI/AAAAAAAACjc/51ozH29QMvU/s400/DSC01258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289367733405956242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macau is really a beautiful &lt;s&gt;city&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;country&lt;/s&gt; special administrative region (just want to play safe :p). It's like the improved version of Malacca. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you just simply cannot get bored looking and admiring the historical buildings in Macau. &lt;em&gt;Ruins of St. Paul&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Fortaleza de Monte&lt;/em&gt;, both commonly known historical architecture in Macau, were seriously stunning and beautiful. Just by looking at them, it's like they are telling their great stories themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sounds weird, but whenever I look at those historical architecture, it sends a weird but comforting chill down my spine. It's like reaching orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb-AiRj1I/AAAAAAAACjk/EhVai8hCusg/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb-AiRj1I/AAAAAAAACjk/EhVai8hCusg/s400/DSC01275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289367776967888722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Modern interpretation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it seriously sounds weird. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did all the sightseeing in the day. At day, I was a tourist. But at night, I was a gambler. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb-dz5PNI/AAAAAAAACjs/kx9_rXF6iwY/s1600-h/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb-dz5PNI/AAAAAAAACjs/kx9_rXF6iwY/s400/DSC02010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289367784826420434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casino in Genting Highlands has an age limit of 21. Macau? It's only 18. This was the first time I actually can get into a casino legally (not that I ever went to one illegally). I would be an idiot if I passed up the chance to experience to gamble the professional way. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, regardless how you hate the idea of gambling (*ahem* Mother, if you're reading this *ahem*), I think it's a sin if one went to Macau and did not even go into the casinos. And if you're that kind of person... well, shame on you, shame on you. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb_H4sFPI/AAAAAAAACj8/RnUPpBmeEnE/s1600-h/DSC08319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb_H4sFPI/AAAAAAAACj8/RnUPpBmeEnE/s400/DSC08319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289367796120818930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security in the casino was so tight. It has no less than 16 security cameras in the main hall (yes, I actually counted it) and countless number of security guards. I brought my camera in to snap pictures in the casino, but I was stopped and warned by the guards that they will kick me to next Tuesday if they caught me taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised that I did not piss in my pants during that time. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me tell you that I pocketed a HKD300 profit in an hour inside the casino. &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb-kBe5oI/AAAAAAAACj0/ZBU5OUoEIZ4/s1600-h/DSC08294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb-kBe5oI/AAAAAAAACj0/ZBU5OUoEIZ4/s400/DSC08294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289367786494027394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was from playing "Big-Small". XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the only game I can play because it's the only game I actually understand and also because it required the least minimum bet (HKD50). Playing "Big-Small" &lt;em&gt;officially&lt;/em&gt; makes me realize that there are actually a variety ways of playing it. Besides guessing it big or small, I can guess the total sum of the dices, the combination of the dices (so difficult!) and another two ways which I have forgotten. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have won HKD600 if not because of my greediness. Because I wanted to have HKD1000 instead (including my starting HKD100), I bet HKD300 on "Small" in my final round. *Sob* *Sob* Should have bet on "Big". T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeyOsw3lxI/AAAAAAAACkE/LIy5AJUVai8/s1600-h/DSC08320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeyOsw3lxI/AAAAAAAACkE/LIy5AJUVai8/s400/DSC08320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289392252973979410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides me, Raymond (shall be referred as The Brother-in-Law this coming November) was also playing, though he played the game which looked like Texas Hold'Em. However, unlike me, he didn't win and donate to the casino instead. In fact, he lost around HKD500 I believe. Seeing him lost, I consulted him that despite losing, it's not totally in vain because he's helping the economic growth of Macau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, he reacted violently and decided to release his anger and fury on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeyO9XeE-I/AAAAAAAACkM/Ff1lKJXYZMw/s1600-h/DSC08327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeyO9XeE-I/AAAAAAAACkM/Ff1lKJXYZMw/s400/DSC08327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289392257430852578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me. I was just being helpful. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-4133506838462262037?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/4133506838462262037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=4133506838462262037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/4133506838462262037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/4133506838462262037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/01/gambling-in-macau.html' title='Gambling in Macau'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SWeb7eQTOJI/AAAAAAAACjc/51ozH29QMvU/s72-c/DSC01258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-1024068960144976185</id><published>2009-01-03T23:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:53:07.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner Unmasked'/><title type='text'>Happy Belated New Year</title><content type='html'>Lots of things happen in my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father got admitted to hospital, the computer's motherboard finally gave up on me, the preparation to go to Australia in February and et cetera. While I would not blog in details about those, basically nothing seems to go my way lately. I'm proud to say I always capable to look things at the brighter side, but the persistence of doing so is very mentally exhausting and driving me nuts. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, although I did not begin year 2009 the way I expected, I hope you all began your new year with a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SV_JDqhBLbI/AAAAAAAACjU/8Sef-HPfONc/s1600-h/DSC02302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SV_JDqhBLbI/AAAAAAAACjU/8Sef-HPfONc/s400/DSC02302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287165552345820594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy (belated) new year, everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-1024068960144976185?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/1024068960144976185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=1024068960144976185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1024068960144976185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1024068960144976185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-belated-new-year.html' title='Happy Belated New Year'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SV_JDqhBLbI/AAAAAAAACjU/8Sef-HPfONc/s72-c/DSC02302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-6378445076687884873</id><published>2008-12-21T03:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:13:23.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around the World'/><title type='text'>TakeOut Comedy Club</title><content type='html'>If you ever have a chance to go to HK, go and visit a place called &lt;a href="http://www.takeoutcomedy.com/"&gt;TakeOut Comedy Club&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MOA7qrPI/AAAAAAAACiE/ulHUBoq4M6g/s1600-h/DSC01886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MOA7qrPI/AAAAAAAACiE/ulHUBoq4M6g/s400/DSC01886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281961741627600114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first full-time comedy club in Asia and performs on Fridays and Saturdays (I think). Here's the description from Wikipedia (I'm saving you from wasting 4 seconds to search for it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The TakeOut Comedy Club Hong Kong is a venue for stand-up comedy and improvisational comedy located at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34 Elgin Street, basement, Soho, Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt; [***it took me 2 hours to find this place***]. Founded in February 2007 by Jami Gong, a leading Chinese American stand-up comedian, TakeOut Comedy is the first fulltime comedy club in Asia. The club fosters local English and Cantonese-speaking talent and has hosted well-known comedians from around the world, including Tim Jones, Tom Cotter and Paul Ogata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TakeOut Comedy also sponsors the annual HK International Comedy Festival and offers free classes for people to learn how to perform stand-up comedy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, one of their comedians is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vince_Matthew_Chung"&gt;Vince Chung&lt;/a&gt; who won 2008 Amazing Race Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MOVKgSFI/AAAAAAAACiM/NSvX2NtSYQM/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MOVKgSFI/AAAAAAAACiM/NSvX2NtSYQM/s400/DSC01888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281961747058542674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually stumbled across by chance to their site when I was googling for some nice places to visit in HK. And reading from the reviews and blogs, which notably one blog gave it eleven stars out of ten stars (don't know where's the extra star comes from.. hopefully not from the after-service), I was motivated and convinced that it's time to stop watching stand-up comedy in YouTube and experience it &lt;b&gt;LIVE&lt;/b&gt; myself for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for the Saturday show for this stand-up comedy by this guy named &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vivek_Mahbubani"&gt;Vivek Mahbubani&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MOtrp24I/AAAAAAAACiU/vbVPX5mqpo0/s1600-h/DSC01891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MOtrp24I/AAAAAAAACiU/vbVPX5mqpo0/s400/DSC01891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281961753640033154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I reached there, it was already sold out. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that this guy was the HK Comedian of the Year in 2007 (Chinese) and 2008 (English) so it's no wonder that his first one-man show would be totally packed like a can of sardine. And I was stupidly did not think of booking the ticket beforehand. As it was my main purpose of going to HK, I was not prepare to give up without a fight. So I lingered around the place for an hour, praying that some guy would &lt;s&gt;got into an accident&lt;/s&gt; stuck in a traffic jam and cannot make it on time, hence giving me his seat. &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was lucky. No, nobody die or what but a group of people canceled some of their reserved seats. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MOwKYtqI/AAAAAAAACik/VfhvrfMV6vs/s1600-h/DSC01911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MOwKYtqI/AAAAAAAACik/VfhvrfMV6vs/s400/DSC01911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281961754305803938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Vivek, he's a really funny Indian. He's like Russell Peters of Hong Kong. I have never laugh so much in my entire life with him kept describing his life as an Indian living in HK. And he's not just any funny Indian, he's a funny Cantonese-speaking Indian. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of him speaking in Cantonese from his YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bvns0o819I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6bvns0o819I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke Cantonese more fluently than me! Man, it was so depressing that an Indian could speak better than me. But when I thought of &lt;a href="http://sue-lingz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sue Ling&lt;/a&gt;, I feel so much better. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there were two shows that night. Vivek's was the earlier show while the later show was a group of comedians performing stand-up comedy in English. And after seeing how funny the first show was, I decided to stay for another show. I was sure that if one-man show could be so funny, then surely a group show would be even funnier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was the biggest mistake of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MqnItOsI/AAAAAAAACjM/8QBBSl13JeI/s1600-h/DSC01932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MqnItOsI/AAAAAAAACjM/8QBBSl13JeI/s400/DSC01932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281962232919177922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was &lt;s&gt;mainly&lt;/s&gt; entirely about adult jokes, a huge and complete contrast from the earlier show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest mistake was not me sitting there and listening to the jokes. It was me bringing my youngest brother to sit there and listen to the jokes. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MqNgQ5lI/AAAAAAAACi0/-7ceXkhxfIk/s1600-h/DSC01921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MqNgQ5lI/AAAAAAAACi0/-7ceXkhxfIk/s400/DSC01921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281962226038662738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Owner, founder and comedian &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jami_Gong"&gt;Jami Gong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just 11 years old! He shouldn't listen to any of those things until he learns Form 3 Science! And because of that, throughout the show, I was being made fun and mocked by the comedians for bringing him along, resulting us ended up being the highlight of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it wasn't bad enough, my brother understood the jokes! Which I did not even understood! Holy mackerel cheese burger!! @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was that, words has spread that we came all over from Malaysia and they dubbed us as &lt;em&gt;The Malaysian Visitors &lt;sup&gt;TM&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Sigh, as if there were not enough reason for them to make fun of me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, Michael Dorsher, the host of the night, was sharing his sex life with us and somehow, I was dragged into it. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MqWpCQFI/AAAAAAAACjE/hNOnMYbSwqQ/s1600-h/DSC01931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MqWpCQFI/AAAAAAAACjE/hNOnMYbSwqQ/s400/DSC01931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281962228491370578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Michael Dorsher and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL:&lt;/b&gt; So, Seng Foo, have you have sex before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RENOIT:&lt;/b&gt; Urm... no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL:&lt;/b&gt; What!? You really never have one before!? Don't lie to me. How old are you anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RENOIT:&lt;/b&gt; Urm... 20?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL:&lt;/b&gt; 20!!!? Dude, you look like you're 35 to me! No offense, but seriously, I can never tell the age of an Asian from their looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RENOIT:&lt;/b&gt; Oh that's ok. I got that from strangers all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL:&lt;/b&gt; Ok, that's cool. But at your age, you should get yourself a girlfriend and ask her to come over to your house, if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RENOIT:&lt;/b&gt; Urm... I do have a girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL:&lt;/b&gt; What!? How long have you been seeing each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RENOIT:&lt;/b&gt; Almost 2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL:&lt;/b&gt; Oh my... I can't believe this! You have a girlfriend for almost 2 years and you are still a virgin!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RENOIT:&lt;/b&gt; I know. I'm asking myself that very same question as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL:&lt;/b&gt; Dude, someday you really should show her what you got. Teach her at thing or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RENOIT:&lt;/b&gt; Ok, I will try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the crowd just burst into laughter! Just like that! *snap of a finger* Throughout the night, I was sinking my head into my jacket, hoping that it would eat me alive and save me from the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1Mp1eshaI/AAAAAAAACis/C80Al6QBUfY/s1600-h/DSC01916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1Mp1eshaI/AAAAAAAACis/C80Al6QBUfY/s400/DSC01916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281962219589633442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"After all I've done, there's still nobody wants to have sex with me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty I was the only person in the club who was grateful to God when the show was finally over. Of course, I knew that the comedians without malice when they were making fun of us as they were actually very friendly &lt;s&gt;and evil&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to show my appreciation, here's a big thank you to Jami Gong, Vivek Mahbubani, &lt;a href="http://dorsher.wordpress.com/"&gt;Michael Dorsher&lt;/a&gt;, Sean Coleman, Heather George, Alan Stewart (I don't really get your jokes), &lt;a href="http://www.kayross.com/index.html"&gt;Kay Ross&lt;/a&gt;, Mary Ho, Chris Holland and Andrew Chu for the lovely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MqMcLCRI/AAAAAAAACi8/PFh8d9i3ES8/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MqMcLCRI/AAAAAAAACi8/PFh8d9i3ES8/s400/DSC01928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281962225753065746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alan Stewart, Michael Dorsher, &lt;em&gt;The Malaysian Visitors &lt;sup&gt;TM&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Heather George, Kay Ross, Chris Holland, Andrew Chu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite the fun and laughter, it's clear that I had been &lt;em&gt;tapao&lt;/em&gt; (taken out) by them that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-6378445076687884873?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/6378445076687884873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=6378445076687884873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6378445076687884873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6378445076687884873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/12/takeout-comedy-club.html' title='TakeOut Comedy Club'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SU1MOA7qrPI/AAAAAAAACiE/ulHUBoq4M6g/s72-c/DSC01886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-1481518409498697173</id><published>2008-12-17T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:13:23.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around the World'/><title type='text'>Mickey Mouse Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Woohoo! I'm going to celebrate Christmas and New Year in PJ for the first time! Though the question remains... how? -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire HK trip was fully sponsored by The Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUktXJwoytI/AAAAAAAACgc/oOQG-hjxAPg/s1600-h/DSC01667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUktXJwoytI/AAAAAAAACgc/oOQG-hjxAPg/s400/DSC01667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280801913848777426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say everything, I mean everything. Everything from food to taxi and accommodation to cheap Made-in-China clothes in Ladies Street. While it seems that she was being generous, the fact was she had one small, tiny and simple &lt;s&gt;request&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;requirement&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;COMMAND&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUktXRcTuAI/AAAAAAAACgk/-HICDAeIbj4/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUktXRcTuAI/AAAAAAAACgk/-HICDAeIbj4/s400/DSC01686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280801915910993922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote her: "BRING YOUR BROTHERS TO HONG KONG DISNEYLAND!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, Disneyland was the last place I could ever think of while I was in HK. In fact, I did not even circled it on the gigantic map. However, when the lady of the house who unfortunately in charge of the Finance Department of the family insisted you to go, I don't really think that you can say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUkuTaoRRMI/AAAAAAAAChk/xJq0gH-hW6I/s1600-h/DSC01766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUkuTaoRRMI/AAAAAAAAChk/xJq0gH-hW6I/s400/DSC01766.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280802949169235138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first time going to Disneyland. I have never been to Disneyland before but hey, I still have wonderful childhood memories. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entrance fee was HK350 (RM164) per person. Now, in comparison, I bought myself a pair of Nike shoes when I was in HK and it cost as much as the entrance fee for one person. A one-day ticket to Mickey Mouse Land vs a pair of shoes which most probably lasts you for 5 years; you do the maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUku2YifKkI/AAAAAAAAChs/uz34hMBWD3E/s1600-h/DSC01809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUku2YifKkI/AAAAAAAAChs/uz34hMBWD3E/s400/DSC01809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280803549903530562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside there, I mostly took pictures and posed silly, as you can observe from the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I did have some fun but the rides and attractions in Disneyland were not as great as those in &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/07/haze-below-mist-above.html"&gt;Genting Highlands&lt;/a&gt;. Nevertheless, there were two attractions which &lt;em&gt;attracted&lt;/em&gt; me and one of them was 'Space Mountain'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUku2o_ZiuI/AAAAAAAACh0/H12bo9ZNeps/s1600-h/DSC07945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUku2o_ZiuI/AAAAAAAACh0/H12bo9ZNeps/s400/DSC07945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280803554319764194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's no question at all that 'Space Mountain' would obviously be the best attraction in Disneyland considering other rides were so... &lt;em&gt;Disneyfied&lt;/em&gt;. And it's rather ironic that it's the only thrill ride in Disneyland despite they call it Tomorrowland. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, at least adds a few more rides which are tomorrow-ish such as 'Space Shot' or anything that has 'Space' in front of the names! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 'Space Mountain' was really a thrilling ride. It was set in complete darkness, with the sound of the wind and the fake, blinking stars the only thing you felt. The sharp turns and sudden drops/rises caused my tummy bouncing up and down, left and right throughout the ride. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUkuRmlzmeI/AAAAAAAAChE/MtOnilo4pTw/s1600-h/DSC01725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUkuRmlzmeI/AAAAAAAAChE/MtOnilo4pTw/s400/DSC01725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280802918020389346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other attraction which in my opinion stood out the most was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mickey's_PhilharMagic"&gt;Mickey's PhilharMagic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUkuSlAQ4UI/AAAAAAAAChU/vYS5HWba6Ak/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUkuSlAQ4UI/AAAAAAAAChU/vYS5HWba6Ak/s400/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280802934774358338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first time (if my poor mind didn't fail me) watching a 3D show and what can I say, it was very worthwhile. The 3D effects was so brilliant that I had a difficult time to restrain myself from reaching out for it like some kind of idiot. But it was really fun that I wanted to stay and watch it all over if it's not due to the time constraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should go and watch it if you ever go there. You will not be disappointed with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUkuS1p763I/AAAAAAAAChc/0rgUYfKracc/s1600-h/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUkuS1p763I/AAAAAAAAChc/0rgUYfKracc/s400/DSC01755.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280802939244112754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that you will get squirted by water? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had quite a fun at there, which I reluctant to admit, and no matter what, it would still be a great experience for myself. &lt;s&gt;It teach me never to tell my future kids anything about Disneyland&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess who I meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUktYAqNnnI/AAAAAAAACg0/n5TOgoFNIR0/s1600-h/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUktYAqNnnI/AAAAAAAACg0/n5TOgoFNIR0/s400/DSC01694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280801928585780850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofy! Oh, and Pluto. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofy is my 3rd all-time favorite cartoon character (the first two are Wile E. Coyote and Tom, if you're wondering). I always enjoy watching him goofed up whenever I watched his shows. Goofy is funny even without trying, which makes me further ponders why Disney values Mickey and Donald over him. Maybe because he wears shirt and pants unlike them. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, I still think Goofy is the best and I will always love him (and Pluto) over the shirtless mouse and pants-less duck any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUktX2LnLqI/AAAAAAAACgs/sVL2_0depWY/s1600-h/DSC01691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUktX2LnLqI/AAAAAAAACgs/sVL2_0depWY/s400/DSC01691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280801925773078178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure they love me too, judging from the way they tried to gangbang me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-1481518409498697173?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/1481518409498697173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=1481518409498697173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1481518409498697173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1481518409498697173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/12/mickey-mouse-land.html' title='Mickey Mouse Land'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SUktXJwoytI/AAAAAAAACgc/oOQG-hjxAPg/s72-c/DSC01667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-8487861392320348925</id><published>2008-12-10T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:13:23.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around the World'/><title type='text'>House of Wax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Hyuu! So difficult to decide which part of my trip to HK to be blogged first! And without realizing it, I've been slacking for a week. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the places I went to in Hong Kong was &lt;a href="http://www.madame-tussauds.com.hk/"&gt;Madame Tussauds Hong Kong&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwBXqbd8fI/AAAAAAAACgE/L3V5ipZDEHM/s1600-h/DSC07759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwBXqbd8fI/AAAAAAAACgE/L3V5ipZDEHM/s400/DSC07759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277094369409495538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why why tell me why~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sure that place no longer needs further introduction as it's basically one of the main attractions in Hong Kong. If you really never heard of it, dude, you really need to come out from your room to see the sunlight. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it housed some of the biggest names in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwAfbXJ1hI/AAAAAAAACfs/ApK9pCvGYo4/s1600-h/DSC07734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwAfbXJ1hI/AAAAAAAACfs/ApK9pCvGYo4/s400/DSC07734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277093403292194322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The first Bond Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got Jame C Bond from the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwAfjIPeSI/AAAAAAAACf0/MgCDhdWChh4/s1600-h/DSC07741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwAfjIPeSI/AAAAAAAACf0/MgCDhdWChh4/s400/DSC07741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277093405377132834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Comrade.... why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got Leon Lai from the East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwAEj0W_rI/AAAAAAAACfE/I1kaSBRr9Yc/s1600-h/DSC01429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwAEj0W_rI/AAAAAAAACfE/I1kaSBRr9Yc/s400/DSC01429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277092941705707186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got Marilyn Monroe from afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, they even got Cecilia Cheung and Gillian Chung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwfNJd9QWI/AAAAAAAACgM/QXK7NiX0Qio/s1600-h/DSC01372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwfNJd9QWI/AAAAAAAACgM/QXK7NiX0Qio/s400/DSC01372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277127174111707490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwfNQcScII/AAAAAAAACgU/JfTdoAkvEJI/s1600-h/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwfNQcScII/AAAAAAAACgU/JfTdoAkvEJI/s400/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277127175983755394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Too bad they don't have Bobo Chan and Rachel Ngan&lt;/s&gt; I guessed they didn't remove both of them (yet) because after all, they did made it big earlier this year. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really have to give credits to whoever that is who came up with this wax dolls idea. Thanks to them, a common people like me - who would probably end up working miserably behind the desk forever in the future - to meet famous celebrities and even take pictures with them (well, technically they are 'they').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to them, I can do things which normal people cannot do in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwAeK99J3I/AAAAAAAACfU/mK7U6G-GxoU/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwAeK99J3I/AAAAAAAACfU/mK7U6G-GxoU/s400/DSC01455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277093381711669106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as being Tiger Wood's caddy and hold his stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STv_aLmBB0I/AAAAAAAACeE/AVF12nzjtGc/s1600-h/DSC01351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STv_aLmBB0I/AAAAAAAACeE/AVF12nzjtGc/s400/DSC01351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277092213648590658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or digging Jackie Chan's nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STv_baHupKI/AAAAAAAACec/5VKUgwjsJUA/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STv_baHupKI/AAAAAAAACec/5VKUgwjsJUA/s400/DSC01389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277092234727957666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or kissing Aaron Kwok. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to them again (last I promise!), I did something which I regretted not able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STv_a7FsYZI/AAAAAAAACeU/SKZhl_d0DQQ/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STv_a7FsYZI/AAAAAAAACeU/SKZhl_d0DQQ/s400/DSC01378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277092226397921682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking picture with &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2007/12/crouching-infectioner-hidden-superstar.html"&gt;Datuk Michelle Yeoh&lt;/a&gt;! So happy can die! (By the way, the bottle has been thrown away by The Mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for today. But if you're interested to see more pictures, you can check it out in my Facebook once I uploaded it in a day &lt;s&gt;or never&lt;/s&gt; or two. And of course, not all pictures I took turn out perfectly as I wish it to be. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwAE8Pl2-I/AAAAAAAACfM/Dg8E9uG6Qr8/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwAE8Pl2-I/AAAAAAAACfM/Dg8E9uG6Qr8/s400/DSC01445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277092948262378466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An epic fail. -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-8487861392320348925?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/8487861392320348925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=8487861392320348925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/8487861392320348925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/8487861392320348925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/12/house-of-wax.html' title='House of Wax'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STwBXqbd8fI/AAAAAAAACgE/L3V5ipZDEHM/s72-c/DSC07759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-5180704157687852298</id><published>2008-12-02T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:13:23.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around the World'/><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Seems like I have missed a heck lot of stuffs while I'm gone. Anyone bother to update me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi peeps! I just came back from Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STUdDxiAORI/AAAAAAAACdc/L3xoxaPNXpo/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STUdDxiAORI/AAAAAAAACdc/L3xoxaPNXpo/s400/DSC01580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154489207175442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have went to most of the attractions you can think of in Hong Kong. Victoria's Peak, Disneyland, Lan Kwai Fong and so on. Plus I even went to a great place which I bet most of you have never heard of. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, one place which I wanted to go but eventually didn't was the Ocean Park. So sad I tell you because I was so looking forward to see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_Sturgeon"&gt;Chinese Sturgeon&lt;/a&gt; after the recent incident. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STUdDSX-r1I/AAAAAAAACdU/6UVuPXkcsBE/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STUdDSX-r1I/AAAAAAAACdU/6UVuPXkcsBE/s400/DSC00479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154480843632466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I didn't like about Hong Kong was the stupid weather! It was freaking 14 - 18° Celsius! One whole week me and my brothers were fighting against each other to determine who can sneeze the hardest. Plus, it didn't help when the wind was so bloody strong. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STUdD1ZK5lI/AAAAAAAACdk/v_xQSwq1nV0/s1600-h/DSC01599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STUdD1ZK5lI/AAAAAAAACdk/v_xQSwq1nV0/s400/DSC01599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154490243868242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20 minutes to style the hair, 1 second to ruin the hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sounds weird, but I actually miss the weather in Malaysia throughout the week. I mean, at least I can keep myself cool by wearing less despite the merciless sun in Malaysia. But in Hong Kong - pif - I wore a T-shirt inside a sweater inside a jacket and a boxer inside a short inside a long pants just to keep myself at the temperature of Malaysia wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have no idea how happy I was when I sweated like hell as I stepped out of the plane. But I don't expect you all to understand my feeling as words fail me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STUdMX7iTqI/AAAAAAAACd8/RMfYMxDsvYE/s1600-h/DSC08875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STUdMX7iTqI/AAAAAAAACd8/RMfYMxDsvYE/s400/DSC08875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154636953767586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, let me enjoy the hot, windless night of Malaysia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-5180704157687852298?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/5180704157687852298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=5180704157687852298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5180704157687852298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/5180704157687852298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/12/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/STUdDxiAORI/AAAAAAAACdc/L3xoxaPNXpo/s72-c/DSC01580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-181815269977692129</id><published>2008-11-25T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:13:23.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Around the World'/><title type='text'>Joi Gin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Have anyone watch the &lt;a href="http://tuc-student.blogspot.com/2008/11/changing-flat-tire.html"&gt;film&lt;/a&gt; that is directed, produced and recorded by me? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time you read this, I am no longer in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SSqZo_Bv54I/AAAAAAAACdM/m_McT8NaPwo/s1600-h/9778+copy+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SSqZo_Bv54I/AAAAAAAACdM/m_McT8NaPwo/s400/9778+copy+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272195243183171458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be leaving to Hong Kong by now for a week. Please pray that my plane won't crash into one of the thousands skyscrapers. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-181815269977692129?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/181815269977692129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=181815269977692129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/181815269977692129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/181815269977692129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/11/joi-gin.html' title='Joi Gin'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SSqZo_Bv54I/AAAAAAAACdM/m_McT8NaPwo/s72-c/9778+copy+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-2505864577000939952</id><published>2008-11-21T08:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:54:30.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of a Taylorian'/><title type='text'>Needle in a Haystack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; In case you're wondering, I have been hibernating for these past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone remember the &lt;a href="http://tuc-student.blogspot.com/2008/08/taylors-college-on-fire.html"&gt;fire incident&lt;/a&gt; in Taylor's a few months ago? That is if you do know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8Nt4IqKch0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8Nt4IqKch0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing special actually that I mention about it, it's just that I have been reading lots of blogs (so much that I think Nuffnang can hire me) to keep me up-to-date with whatever I miss out during the assignments season. And guess what I found in the midst of blog-hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SSYWSEzqucI/AAAAAAAACcs/Eh563MicNc4/s1600-h/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SSYWSEzqucI/AAAAAAAACcs/Eh563MicNc4/s400/DSC00035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270924913667652034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! That's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SSYWR0UhLzI/AAAAAAAACck/QTjzmBNsX9w/s1600-h/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SSYWR0UhLzI/AAAAAAAACck/QTjzmBNsX9w/s400/DSC00025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270924909242036018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel so famous. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-2505864577000939952?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/2505864577000939952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=2505864577000939952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2505864577000939952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2505864577000939952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/11/needle-in-haystack.html' title='Needle in a Haystack'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SSYWSEzqucI/AAAAAAAACcs/Eh563MicNc4/s72-c/DSC00035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-3866680438596429060</id><published>2008-11-09T03:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:31:31.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet Junk'/><title type='text'>Africa is not a Continent</title><content type='html'>Sarah Palin is a working woman who's a proud wife and mother; a traditionalist in important matters who's broken through all kinds of barriers; a reformer who's a Republican; a challenger of a corrupt good-old-boy establishment who's a conservative; a successful woman whose life is unapologetically grounded in religious belief; a lady who's a leader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWZHTJsR4Bc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWZHTJsR4Bc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and a blonde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-3866680438596429060?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/3866680438596429060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=3866680438596429060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3866680438596429060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3866680438596429060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/11/africa-is-not-continent.html' title='Africa is not a Continent'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-1881889368161737778</id><published>2008-11-01T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:08:38.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Boy'/><title type='text'>The Road Not Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I just noticed that it's impossible to stand on one foot when your eyes are closed. Try it if you don't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know about your family's history and background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just learned about mine the other day when I needed to write about obituary about The Grandfather as an assignment (yeah, it's an assignment). I discovered that I have a great-grandfather, named Lee Ke Luan, who worked as a cook for the British during the colonization era. O__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbefvrdxtI/AAAAAAAACbU/kPZDmue1lvQ/s1600-h/gg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbefvrdxtI/AAAAAAAACbU/kPZDmue1lvQ/s400/gg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262137851585087186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How The Great-Grandfather should look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. Apparently, he actually involved in making a life-changing, consequential decision for my family and the entire town of Ipoh 70-80 years ago. According to my aunty, he was offered by the British to buy a piece of land for $5 in Ipoh. Due to the high price (O_O) and his wish to go back to China, he didn't buy the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the shocking part. The piece of land was allegedly around Jalan Sultan Azlan Shah, also known as Tiger Lane!!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbc59IfU4I/AAAAAAAACa8/RPNFhMj_iCk/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbc59IfU4I/AAAAAAAACa8/RPNFhMj_iCk/s400/DSC01083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262136102849827714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIGER LANE MY GOD!! THE LAND OF FILTHY RICH AND FAMOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbc6P7yeoI/AAAAAAAACbM/8gLuJaNANkA/s1600-h/tigerlane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbc6P7yeoI/AAAAAAAACbM/8gLuJaNANkA/s400/tigerlane.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262136107896830594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PALACE WHICH DOESN'T LOOK LIKE PALACE WTFBBQ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbc53_LctI/AAAAAAAACa0/-5E0fms0-p4/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbc53_LctI/AAAAAAAACa0/-5E0fms0-p4/s400/DSC01079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262136101468598994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder can I pay the $5 now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-1881889368161737778?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/1881889368161737778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=1881889368161737778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1881889368161737778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1881889368161737778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/11/road-not-taken.html' title='The Road Not Taken'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbefvrdxtI/AAAAAAAACbU/kPZDmue1lvQ/s72-c/gg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-1269154851703416420</id><published>2008-10-28T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:01:38.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner&apos;s Musings'/><title type='text'>Melamine Alert</title><content type='html'>I have been eating Julie's Cheese Sandwich while doing my assignments for the last 2 weeks. Plus minus, it should be more than 30 packs of 4 pieces. It was really finger-licking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbkAUbHeJI/AAAAAAAACbc/XhkAagy5jzo/s1600-h/DSC01087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbkAUbHeJI/AAAAAAAACbc/XhkAagy5jzo/s400/DSC01087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262143908762581138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, suddenly, according to &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/91923"&gt;Malaysiakini&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;S'pore finds 20 more melamine-tainted products&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore has discovered toxic chemical melamine in 20 more products from China and Malaysia, taking its total to 33, authorities said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Chinese products and 17 biscuit items from Malaysia were found to contain melamine, the industrial chemical at the centre of a toxic milk scandal which has rocked China's dairy sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The affected items include popular products such as Lotte Koala biscuits and Julie's crackers, the Agri-Food and Veterinary Authority of Singapore (AVA) said in a statement seen on its website on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time Singapore had found melamine in non-Chinese products, the Straits Times said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In China, four children have died after drinking baby formula tainted with melamine, which is commonly used in plastics but had been added to watered-down milk to make it appear richer in protein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authorities in China say 53,000 children have fallen ill in the scandal, which has spread worldwide with dozens of products found to contain the contaminated milk.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbkB6wvCbI/AAAAAAAACbk/ebFMgBeijTo/s1600-h/code_geass_14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbkB6wvCbI/AAAAAAAACbk/ebFMgBeijTo/s400/code_geass_14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262143936233671090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-1269154851703416420?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/1269154851703416420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=1269154851703416420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1269154851703416420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1269154851703416420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/10/melamine-alert.html' title='Melamine Alert'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SQbkAUbHeJI/AAAAAAAACbc/XhkAagy5jzo/s72-c/DSC01087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-6192150963142093895</id><published>2008-10-12T13:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:55:16.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Girlfriend 1.0'/><title type='text'>Horse Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/span&gt; My application to UniSA has been accepted. Australia, here I come (next year)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SPGSudnyW8I/AAAAAAAACak/N2FtuTXaQBM/s1600-h/DSC09276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SPGSudnyW8I/AAAAAAAACak/N2FtuTXaQBM/s400/DSC09276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256143567041223618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFECTIONER:&lt;/b&gt; Eh, I need to take 马经 [literately: horse bible] to The Father. He forgot about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRLFRIEND:&lt;/b&gt; Ok. But I have always been wondering for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFECTIONER:&lt;/b&gt; What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRLFRIEND:&lt;/b&gt; Why they call it 马经? I mean, it's not even a bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFECTIONER:&lt;/b&gt; Well, I don't know. And I suppose you have a better name for it? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRLFRIEND:&lt;/b&gt; Yupe. They can just call it 马书 [literately: horse book].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFECTIONER:&lt;/b&gt; .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRLFRIEND:&lt;/b&gt; What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFECTIONER:&lt;/b&gt; Who on earth would want that name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRLFRIEND:&lt;/b&gt; What's wrong with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFECTIONER:&lt;/b&gt; It's 马书! Sounds like 马输 [literately: horse lose] (same pronunciation)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GIRLFRIEND:&lt;/b&gt; Oh. Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SPGWWqpMnSI/AAAAAAAACas/pRoAKu18Mmo/s1600-h/5581882_7_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SPGWWqpMnSI/AAAAAAAACas/pRoAKu18Mmo/s400/5581882_7_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256147556266450210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girlfriend is a bimbo. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-6192150963142093895?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/6192150963142093895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=6192150963142093895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6192150963142093895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/6192150963142093895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/10/horse-bible.html' title='Horse Bible'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SPGSudnyW8I/AAAAAAAACak/N2FtuTXaQBM/s72-c/DSC09276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-3979729827736110430</id><published>2008-10-09T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:02:55.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiments'/><title type='text'>Ear Candling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Farm/7478/manfew-w.htm"&gt;Ouch.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gently caressed by The Mother as she used candles on me the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SO4Wzte-wNI/AAAAAAAACaE/YuKPCkSI0NU/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SO4Wzte-wNI/AAAAAAAACaE/YuKPCkSI0NU/s400/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255162892826624210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's not whatever images that pop up in your minds when you read the sentence. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was actually helping me to clean my ears using this thingamajig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SO4W0Dxc81I/AAAAAAAACaU/yGPIgm4fU9M/s1600-h/DSC01009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SO4W0Dxc81I/AAAAAAAACaU/yGPIgm4fU9M/s400/DSC01009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255162898809680722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know about you, but until The Mother told me about it, I have never heard of such method. I mean, putting candles into the ears so that it can suction out the earwax from the ears? What the heck is that!? The Indians must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I still prefer to insert the metal stick into the hole, gently stroke it at the sensitive spot and stimulate it to the point of intense physical pleasure. &lt;s&gt;Sounds so wrong&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SO4W0AW7tDI/AAAAAAAACaM/o-bfYoq2fAI/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SO4W0AW7tDI/AAAAAAAACaM/o-bfYoq2fAI/s400/DSC01008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255162897893143602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HOLY COW IS THAT EARWAX? O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-3979729827736110430?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/3979729827736110430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=3979729827736110430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3979729827736110430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3979729827736110430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/10/ear-candling.html' title='Ear Candling'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SO4Wzte-wNI/AAAAAAAACaE/YuKPCkSI0NU/s72-c/DSC01005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-4208135233416367675</id><published>2008-09-29T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:06:20.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Boy'/><title type='text'>One Door Down</title><content type='html'>This happens approximately 12 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SN_XF-Oi1nI/AAAAAAAABrw/8BE1TTcls_c/s1600-h/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SN_XF-Oi1nI/AAAAAAAABrw/8BE1TTcls_c/s400/DSC01042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251152188140607090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two brothers were trapped in the toilet separately. At 2 in the morning wtf. The elder one was trapped when he wanted to go for a pee, and after I managed to get him out, the younger one was trapped because we pushed him inside. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know it's a bit confusing so don't try to understand it. Here's a video of it which was recorded by my brother during the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bF_C2xSNWsk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bF_C2xSNWsk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, we managed to get him out later. And if you saw it from the video, yeah I broke the door with the hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SN_XF_KAq4I/AAAAAAAABro/t0yTXhXID8g/s1600-h/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SN_XF_KAq4I/AAAAAAAABro/t0yTXhXID8g/s400/DSC01039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251152188390026114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was crying non-stop inside there, so I ended up making a hole-in-one out of frustration. Although The Mother scolded the shit out of me, it wasn't exactly a bad idea to break down the door since we can give him some books to read, PSP to play and water to drink while we were trying to hack the door down. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that calmed him down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SN_XF1sx-_I/AAAAAAAABrg/sneMxNjpq-o/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SN_XF1sx-_I/AAAAAAAABrg/sneMxNjpq-o/s400/DSC01036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251152185851509746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, you will ever read of someone who was trapped inside the toilet is happily enjoying themselves only at this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-4208135233416367675?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/4208135233416367675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=4208135233416367675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/4208135233416367675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/4208135233416367675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-door-down.html' title='One Door Down'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SN_XF-Oi1nI/AAAAAAAABrw/8BE1TTcls_c/s72-c/DSC01042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-3164847189428437342</id><published>2008-09-23T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:27:58.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiments'/><title type='text'>Money-Eating Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; Got lots of plans for this semester break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I have always wonder why when people pay for their parking fees at the autopay machine, they will always insert the banknotes separately. I mean, can't we insert it all at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SNjcOF7Z70I/AAAAAAAABqw/q6wqPFuPLpo/s1600-h/20092008240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SNjcOF7Z70I/AAAAAAAABqw/q6wqPFuPLpo/s400/20092008240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249187500367933250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Saturday, I decided to try it when I went to Cineleisure. I inserted 3 RM1 at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, as I suspected, it didn't work. But the problem was.. it only returned me RM1!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SNjcOoQOAKI/AAAAAAAABq4/fExHWBplqe0/s1600-h/23092008245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SNjcOoQOAKI/AAAAAAAABq4/fExHWBplqe0/s400/23092008245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249187509582037154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME BACK MY TWO OTHER RM1 YOU MONEY-EATING MACHINE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-3164847189428437342?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/3164847189428437342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=3164847189428437342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3164847189428437342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3164847189428437342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/09/money-eating-machine.html' title='Money-Eating Machine'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SNjcOF7Z70I/AAAAAAAABqw/q6wqPFuPLpo/s72-c/20092008240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-1822735316851542350</id><published>2008-09-15T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T04:57:21.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner&apos;s Musings'/><title type='text'>September 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; No more &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/04/hairy-problem.html"&gt;Carlito&lt;/a&gt; or Bo Bice for me. Now I'm going to do a Daughtry, name my band 'Hair Supply' and release a hit single entitled 'No Hair'. Watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s9JLe7mUIB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s9JLe7mUIB4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stock up your food and lock your door tomorrow, for there will be a riot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-1822735316851542350?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/1822735316851542350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=1822735316851542350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1822735316851542350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/1822735316851542350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-16.html' title='September 16'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-2390814796080901536</id><published>2008-09-10T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:15:51.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secondhand Surgery'/><title type='text'>Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I got a request to exchange link for the &lt;a href="http://www.bio-tronic.com/linkmachine/resources/resources_bio-tronic_light_treatments_psoriasis.html"&gt;wrong reason&lt;/a&gt;. -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FREAKING GOD I'M BALDING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SMfx1nkY9OI/AAAAAAAABqE/j2EQN3O1zk4/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SMfx1nkY9OI/AAAAAAAABqE/j2EQN3O1zk4/s400/DSC00839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244426194553205986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thesaurus:&lt;/b&gt; bald (bôld)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Without the usual covering: bare, naked, nude. See put on/take off.&lt;br /&gt;2. Without addition, decoration, or qualification: bare, dry, plain, simple, unadorned, unvarnished. See plain/fancy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH I'M REALLY BALDING!! AND I'M JUST 20 WTFBBQ! @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually just discovered about it on Monday when I tried for fun the free scan during the roadshow by &lt;a href="http://www.101hair.com.my/"&gt;101 Hair Care Centre&lt;/a&gt; in 1U. But it's not so fun after they told me that I could have hair loss. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being informed of the seriousness of my condition, I rushed to one of their branches in Damansara Uptown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SMfx2DJpNEI/AAAAAAAABqc/gz7azsC5wsk/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SMfx2DJpNEI/AAAAAAAABqc/gz7azsC5wsk/s400/DSC00851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244426201957217346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At there, after 2 hours of scanning, consulting, therapy, back to scanning, and finally consulting again (luckily cost me RM18 only), the consultant told me that the main problem is either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I inherit it from The Father; or&lt;br /&gt;b) I got too much testosterone in my head; or&lt;br /&gt;c) I got too much dandruff on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;d) All above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were multiple choice question, I would choose option B. Well, at least like that I could consult myself that because I'm too strong I got hair loss. But heck, the answer is actually &lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though The Father's part is a bit dubious since they were not examining my DNA also. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SMfx1031BCI/AAAAAAAABqM/VSbBca0-s7Y/s1600-h/DSC00847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SMfx1031BCI/AAAAAAAABqM/VSbBca0-s7Y/s400/DSC00847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244426198124397602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the consultant told me that my hair's still savable... which would only cost me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a very affordable price&lt;/span&gt; at RM1500 for 10 sessions with them, not including the a-must daily hair wash with their shampoo and tonic (I forgot the price). Some more that is after giving me a student price wtf. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm still stuck whether to do it or not. I really want to do it, but the price is more than a bit of troublesome. But if I don't do it, the consultant said I would be lucky if I can last until 25. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I do I also die; I don't do I also die. Die die la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After countless times of laughing at people of their misfortunes such as The Father and &lt;a href="http://emonell.blogspot.com/"&gt;this half-bald guy&lt;/a&gt;, suddenly it's my turn to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SMfx2QsaRHI/AAAAAAAABqk/nlb17VMvx0U/s1600-h/eagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SMfx2QsaRHI/AAAAAAAABqk/nlb17VMvx0U/s400/eagle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244426205592700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma, I tell you. K-A-R-M-A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-2390814796080901536?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/2390814796080901536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=2390814796080901536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2390814796080901536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/2390814796080901536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/09/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SMfx1nkY9OI/AAAAAAAABqE/j2EQN3O1zk4/s72-c/DSC00839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7611765090076147054</id><published>2008-09-04T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:13:48.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internal Combustion Engine'/><title type='text'>Strike Two</title><content type='html'>Remember about &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-silver-lining.html"&gt;my car&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJ8f_zczgoI/AAAAAAAABn8/GLjJ74cR-6w/s1600-h/08082008174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJ8f_zczgoI/AAAAAAAABn8/GLjJ74cR-6w/s400/08082008174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232936473031049858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's good news and a bad news. The good news is it is finally fixed and was returned to my side on Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is it got into an accident again - right at the same spot too - before it was returned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SL-9yWlQHkI/AAAAAAAABps/j7D0C7wV0Fs/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SL-9yWlQHkI/AAAAAAAABps/j7D0C7wV0Fs/s400/DSC00808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242117164035481154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think I should give euthanasia to her to end all of her sufferings once and for all. -__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7611765090076147054?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7611765090076147054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7611765090076147054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7611765090076147054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7611765090076147054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/09/strike-two.html' title='Strike Two'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJ8f_zczgoI/AAAAAAAABn8/GLjJ74cR-6w/s72-c/08082008174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-3348100160565570383</id><published>2008-08-28T23:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:36:03.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wuz 0wned'/><title type='text'>Hell Raisin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I am connected but not connected to the Internet lately. Yeah, I know it's weird. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought something cool the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SLbzGvbdrvI/AAAAAAAABpc/qK45ouqcZMM/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SLbzGvbdrvI/AAAAAAAABpc/qK45ouqcZMM/s400/DSC00789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239642513628573426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is it? Well, it looks like a bread, smells like a bread, feels like a bread but it's definitely not a bread. Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a wrist rest that looks like a bread, which you can buy from Action City for RM12.90 (I think). But I am sure that its texture could easily fool you that it's a real bread and tempts you to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SLbzHcVI3cI/AAAAAAAABpk/kdYGmPsbMq4/s1600-h/DSC00792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SLbzHcVI3cI/AAAAAAAABpk/kdYGmPsbMq4/s400/DSC00792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239642525681638850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So delicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to fool someone with it. What, you actually going to believe that I buy something like that just to rest my wrist? Dream on! Of course I need to cause some mayhem with it! &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the devilish plan I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Put the fake bread on the table with the camera on standby.&lt;br /&gt;2) Ask The Sister to come in (with the help of The Cousin).&lt;br /&gt;3) Make sure she sees the bread.&lt;br /&gt;4) And judging from her behavior, she will scold me for it.&lt;br /&gt;5) Then I will shout "Gotcha!" and laugh at her &lt;em&gt;sembilan sembilan&lt;/em&gt;. &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that &lt;b&gt;WAS&lt;/b&gt; what I planned to do and as much as I want to say it's a perfect plan with a perfect end result, it's just simply is not because I failed miserably. It's just too difficult to describe it, so just take a look at it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t2UGudY0sT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t2UGudY0sT0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is what you called get doughed in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-3348100160565570383?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/3348100160565570383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=3348100160565570383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3348100160565570383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/3348100160565570383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/08/hell-raisin.html' title='Hell Raisin'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SLbzGvbdrvI/AAAAAAAABpc/qK45ouqcZMM/s72-c/DSC00789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7997019469717563702</id><published>2008-08-18T21:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:00:46.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiments'/><title type='text'>Eggs-tra Special</title><content type='html'>Did you ever try to put an egg inside the freezer? Well, I did (accidentally though) and look at what I discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SKmBM1rasvI/AAAAAAAABpM/xMuBKug5JzE/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SKmBM1rasvI/AAAAAAAABpM/xMuBKug5JzE/s400/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235858099362509554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OH MY FREAKING GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole white became ice and the yolk was like a piece of rubber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SKmBNISXnOI/AAAAAAAABpU/pAek7e6VK3k/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SKmBNISXnOI/AAAAAAAABpU/pAek7e6VK3k/s400/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235858104357723362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so disgusting that it makes me no longer feel like eating eggs. *puke*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7997019469717563702?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7997019469717563702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7997019469717563702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7997019469717563702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7997019469717563702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/08/eggs-tra-special.html' title='Eggs-tra Special'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SKmBM1rasvI/AAAAAAAABpM/xMuBKug5JzE/s72-c/DSC00624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-972300218951980935</id><published>2008-08-12T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:15:51.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secondhand Surgery'/><title type='text'>Mutation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; One bad luck after &lt;a href="http://tuc-student.blogspot.com/2008/08/taylors-college-on-fire.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SKSV7-Vm_fI/AAAAAAAABo8/TaB1taGaJd4/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SKSV7-Vm_fI/AAAAAAAABo8/TaB1taGaJd4/s400/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234473524489813490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God I got extra nipple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-972300218951980935?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/972300218951980935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=972300218951980935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/972300218951980935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/972300218951980935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/08/mutation.html' title='Mutation'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SKSV7-Vm_fI/AAAAAAAABo8/TaB1taGaJd4/s72-c/DSC00587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-7166669364359344989</id><published>2008-08-10T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:52:56.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infectioner&apos;s Musings'/><title type='text'>No Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>According to The Mother, I should be extra careful during the 10 days before and after the Ghost Festival (total is 21 days) as ghosts &lt;em&gt;kononnya&lt;/em&gt; will be roaming around during this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJ8f_yWPxSI/AAAAAAAABoE/YUdIx4ePZEc/s1600-h/GhostA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJ8f_yWPxSI/AAAAAAAABoE/YUdIx4ePZEc/s400/GhostA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232936472735106338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this year it falls on the 14th of August, that period would be between 4th to 24th. I actually don't believe in such superstitious, but I was really on the worst streak of bad luck in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On 4th of August, I was accused by the Taylor's library of losing their book (which I didn't) and they banned me from borrowing any book until further notice. The investigation is still ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On 5th of August, I lost my watch. Thankfully, it was found by Chee Ching later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On 6th of August, my credit cards can be used in any part of Malaysia but not in Taylor's. It was so &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; when I paid for the fees and it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On 7th of August, I got into a pothole in a rainy day, resulting my car needed to do another operation after &lt;a href="http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/05/myvi-20.html"&gt;only a few months&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJ8f_zczgoI/AAAAAAAABn8/GLjJ74cR-6w/s1600-h/08082008174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJ8f_zczgoI/AAAAAAAABn8/GLjJ74cR-6w/s400/08082008174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232936473031049858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On 8th of August, I planned to start my journey back to Ipoh at 8AM. But out of nowhere, I needed to go to university for a briefing, delaying the departure time to 1PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On 9th of August, I stepped on dog/cat/cow/animal shit right in front of The Girlfriend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And today! Well, nothing special, but cannot be said it's a good day either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I don't know why I so &lt;em&gt;black son&lt;/em&gt; lately. I seriously think I'm being haunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJ8gAGcPKbI/AAAAAAAABoM/fru9PqgIU5U/s1600-h/Photo+82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJ8gAGcPKbI/AAAAAAAABoM/fru9PqgIU5U/s400/Photo+82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232936478128941490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not talking about Casper the Friendly Ghost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16807253-7166669364359344989?l=infectioner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/feeds/7166669364359344989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16807253&amp;postID=7166669364359344989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7166669364359344989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16807253/posts/default/7166669364359344989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectioner.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-silver-lining.html' title='No Silver Lining'/><author><name>Infectioner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06846603898742142163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Infectioner/DSC00776.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJ8f_yWPxSI/AAAAAAAABoE/YUdIx4ePZEc/s72-c/GhostA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16807253.post-6846558177946631775</id><published>2008-08-05T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:34:47.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wuz 0wned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Freak'/><title type='text'>Going Wireless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BREAKING NEWS:&lt;/b&gt; I decided against contact lens and eye surgery. Well, all of you freak me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I went to PC Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJiLyrKcWBI/AAAAAAAABnU/ZpJeECPmCNQ/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJiLyrKcWBI/AAAAAAAABnU/ZpJeECPmCNQ/s400/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231084669887076370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a 320GB external hard disk from Western Digital and most importantly, a wireless modern router from Belkin. Both of it cost my mother's wallet (I used credit card XD) around RM500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always plan to buy a wireless router due to numerous reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REASON #1:&lt;/b&gt; The Sister has nagged me for over a century to get rid of that long phone line which span across the living room to the kitchen, pass the toilet, go under the carpet and back to the living room again before reaches my room. She said it makes her house look messy. &lt;s&gt;Not like it's tidy anyway&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REASON #2:&lt;/b&gt; I have enough of keep tripping over the stupid phone line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REASON #3:&lt;/b&gt; It's very inconvenient without a router, especially when friends and/or The Girlfriend came to my house. And since they cannot go online with their laptops/gadgets/whatever, they will missile dropkick me from the computer chair and go battle royal against each other to see who can use the computer. And I have never win. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJiLyTIs_pI/AAAAAAAABnM/130QJkK72S4/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zxC9KOt9ing/SJiLyTIs_pI/AAAAAAAABnM/130QJkK72S4/s400/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231084663437328018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I bought it, there's still one tiny problem: I don't know how to configure it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really a plain n00b when it comes to networking. The only networking thing I think I know would be clicking the 'Connect' button only. &lt;br /
