<?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-61782138506913860</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:33:13.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sixth String</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-1803862088072180042</id><published>2009-02-17T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:25:28.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead For The Moment</title><content type='html'>This blog is no longer active (obviously).Lol. I may keep blogging in the future with the same address or maybe not, untill then see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-1803862088072180042?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/1803862088072180042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=1803862088072180042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/1803862088072180042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/1803862088072180042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-for-moment.html' title='Dead For The Moment'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-510739892383611962</id><published>2008-03-07T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:26:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Sharapova</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3050/2316516564_666bc7dc24_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3050/2316516564_666bc7dc24_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2093/2315708265_d4ea3eb193_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2093/2315708265_d4ea3eb193_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow...Maria Sharapova weigh as much as 130kg!! That's about 286.6 pounds. Even The Rock weighs lighter than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should it 130lbs?   LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-510739892383611962?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/510739892383611962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=510739892383611962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/510739892383611962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/510739892383611962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-wrong-with-this-picture-holy-cow.html' title='Maria Sharapova'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3050/2316516564_666bc7dc24_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-1119925401302655562</id><published>2008-02-26T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:37:54.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Decorations</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know it's a bit late to post anything regarding CNY now but lately I've been busy with&lt;br /&gt;exams and assignments so I barely have any time to write or edit any photos. And by editing I mean adding in the some captions and uploading it. That's a really a lot of work to do...alright maybe not, but my computer lags terribly, it takes a minute for the cursor to detect my mouse movements...yup lying also..guess I'm just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the voting season, I've decided to set up my own poll(top right of this page)&lt;br /&gt;So do drop some votes and stand a chance to win a grand prize of all my remaining CNY cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2351/2292999315_d0fca9862f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2351/2292999315_d0fca9862f_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/2292998569_76d0350c37_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 332px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/2292998569_76d0350c37_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sungai Wang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/2293785964_cb281347e1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/2293785964_cb281347e1_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2261/2292999999_948b791b64_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 599px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2261/2292999999_948b791b64_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2298130568_a350973184_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 339px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2298130568_a350973184_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Hau Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/2292998237_6e3f945e46_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 341px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/2292998237_6e3f945e46_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2280/2293785290_30a3cb2553_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 342px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2280/2293785290_30a3cb2553_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting Highlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2157/2293786708_cc1698cdf5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 343px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2157/2293786708_cc1698cdf5_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in Pavilion is the best I've seen so far but all these decos are slightly disappointing compared to the Christmas decos though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Think I should put less pictures in my blog, It's becoming more of a photolog :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-1119925401302655562?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/1119925401302655562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=1119925401302655562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/1119925401302655562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/1119925401302655562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-decorations.html' title='CNY Decorations'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2351/2292999315_d0fca9862f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-5926131102834771315</id><published>2008-02-20T19:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:21:47.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's Prosperity LEFTover</title><content type='html'>For the past few years I've been wanting to try  the McDonald's Prosperity Burger which is only available during the CNY period. And since mostly all restaurants are close on the first and second day of CNY, fast foods are my only option left. So for the past 3 years I've been visiting McDonald's (more than any relative's houses) and yet I've not once tasted the burger as it was not available everytime I order. What's wrong with McDonald's? They are selling it for a limited time period, and even limited amount?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently i went again to try my luck as usual. They no longer selling it, instead it was replaced by the new foldover.It should taste the same so I ordered anyway. To my surprise, it was still available, in fact they were so many pieces left. &lt;strike&gt;Think it must be the red underwear&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2279533070_33e64bda83_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2279533070_33e64bda83_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;My pee&lt;/strike&gt; The Jasmine tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2124/2279532876_3bb4ae723d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2124/2279532876_3bb4ae723d_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;strike&gt;ang moh's pubic hair&lt;/strike&gt; curly fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2261/2279533308_7c661101f8_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2261/2279533308_7c661101f8_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the Prosperity Foldover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I drooled all over the table while taking these photos. Everthing looks delicious I cant decide on which to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hump&lt;/span&gt; first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a sip of the drink then to the fries and finally to the main course. Suddenly my sweats start dripping right after the first bite. THE BLACK PEPPER GRAVY IS SO GOD DAMN KANASAI-LY HOT. A small plate of chili padi is nothing to me. Wasabi all over my sushi, I'm still alright with it but this is a totally different thing. It's so hot it makes me wonder if Stephen Chow is playing tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the guy on the next table approached me saying "pedas kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=' WTF! Finally it makes sense why he kept staring at &lt;strike&gt;my manly boobs&lt;/strike&gt; me since I walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked out I saw a small kid holding the foldover not daring to eat after few bites. Guess what I said...&lt;br /&gt;"Pedas kan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Note: This article is written solely based on my experience and opinion. It may not apply to other McDonald's outlets and consumers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-5926131102834771315?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/5926131102834771315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=5926131102834771315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/5926131102834771315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/5926131102834771315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/02/mcdonalds-prosperity-leftover.html' title='McDonald&apos;s Prosperity LEFTover'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2279533070_33e64bda83_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-4342531070550771208</id><published>2008-02-14T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:06:47.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap! It's Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>It's 14 of February. Valentine's Day. A day where couples do lovey dovey things to each other and single guys and girls would scoff at it saying that it's all overrated and commercialized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/2265054722_c1501f66b7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 310px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/2265054722_c1501f66b7_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A gift I received :) ... years ago :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cruel after all. Imagine dining alone in a fancy restaurant on the Valentine's Day. People will stare as if you're some kind of rare species and start gossiping about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what could be done to avoid all these unpleasant attentions you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk about your dinner experience with your friends/colleagues the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that you went for a date last night. Complain about the bill, the price of flowers and chocolates. Talk about the food and made up a story about the dinner. Even throw in some photoshopped pictures of you and your date to convince everyone that you weren't alone even if you're actually rotting at home last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avoid appearing on public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lock yourself in the room and turn off your cellphone. Make sure that no one can reach you. Call your parents saying you'll be coming home late while you're hiding in the room. They would probably laugh at you not having a date on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carry a girl's/ woman's handbag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's impossible to avoid crowded places bring along a handbag. It will give the impression that you are holding your girl's handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIY love bite/hickey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last but not least pinch your neck. Pinch the living hell out of it until there's a red mark to show that you had a wild night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man it's already 8, I'm gonna be late for my &lt;strike&gt;imaginary&lt;/strike&gt; date. See y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder how is Edison Chen celebrating Valentine's Day this year :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-4342531070550771208?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/4342531070550771208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=4342531070550771208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/4342531070550771208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/4342531070550771208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/02/holy-crap-its-valentines-day.html' title='Holy Crap! It&apos;s Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/2265054722_c1501f66b7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-8431417712149734844</id><published>2008-02-07T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:40:03.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year Wish</title><content type='html'>It's a quarter past twelve. TV stations are packed with CNY programmes,  people are busy partying,   and I'm sitting here writing another crappy post while listening to Nirvana's songs. Lately while people are blasting their "ji-ge-long-dong-qiang-dong-qiang", I have Nirvana tracks as my CNY theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about some really good music, I recently came across a Malaysian band known as Silent Scream. They could probably be the best band in Malaysia. Just by listening to their song; revolution, I couldn't tell that they are actually locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do give them a shot and support local music :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12KfAxps4EE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12KfAxps4EE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have a great holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/2246053287_3a50e14f10_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/2246053287_3a50e14f10_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-8431417712149734844?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/8431417712149734844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=8431417712149734844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/8431417712149734844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/8431417712149734844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-quarter-past-twelve.html' title='A New Year Wish'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-3416007504920723555</id><published>2008-02-05T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:29:58.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of J.Co Donuts</title><content type='html'>Few days back a friend of mine asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : Wanna go pavilion makan donut tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to head over to Pavilion right after our class. Since none of us know the exact way (yeah keep laughing), we decided not to drive and take a cab instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem arised, we have no idea where the taxi stand was. So we waited at the side of ESSO petrol station hoping there'll be one that passes by. The weather was so hot and we were standing on a road divider waving our hands like freaking weirdos. Whoever that saw us would have probably called the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully a cab pulled over before I turned into Louis Khoo. Just when I thought things wouldn't get any worse, there were traffic jams all over the place. One after another, all the way until we reached. At times like this my heart aches everytime I take a look at the taxi meter. The car isn't moving but that freaking meter is in an F1 race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After burning a big hole in my wallet we finally reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/2243544583_7cc5cdfbf2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/2243544583_7cc5cdfbf2_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual J.Co Donuts  was really crowded, thank god I've heard enough about it , with crowd that big, I'd probably think the word "donuts" indirectly refers to something else :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2244395244_bce2a34290_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2244395244_bce2a34290_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2104/2244338678_2eb16dd1a5_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2104/2244338678_2eb16dd1a5_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a fan of donut, but J.Co donuts tasted so good it was orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2013/2244338892_733a3d2a2b_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2013/2244338892_733a3d2a2b_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drool all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a coincidence, the official opening of Pavilion happens to be on that day.&lt;br /&gt;Workers were busy preparing for the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2060/2243544869_782ff81216_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2060/2243544869_782ff81216_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Official opening by the YAB Dato' Seri Abdullah Bin Haji Ahmad Badawi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/2243546033_ca8ccf60f2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/2243546033_ca8ccf60f2_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many roads were blocked (no wonder there were traffic jams everywhere) =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/2244339234_5110b9d8de_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/2244339234_5110b9d8de_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first outlet of J.Co Donuts and Coffees was opened in Indonesia. In just two and a half years of operation they successfully opened 35 outlets in Indonesia and 2 oulets in Malaysia and will soon expand to China and Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-3416007504920723555?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/3416007504920723555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=3416007504920723555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/3416007504920723555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/3416007504920723555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/02/taste-of-jco-donuts.html' title='A Taste of J.Co Donuts'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2336/2243544583_7cc5cdfbf2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-6149512718523016833</id><published>2008-02-02T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T23:24:33.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not dead...yet</title><content type='html'>I've been very busy &lt;strike&gt;acting busy&lt;/strike&gt; lately. Sorry for taking so long to update. A proper upate soon, very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-6149512718523016833?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/6149512718523016833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=6149512718523016833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/6149512718523016833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/6149512718523016833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-deadyet.html' title='Not dead...yet'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-1550172457320728255</id><published>2008-01-25T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:46:41.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal London Circus Review</title><content type='html'>The Royal London Circus had finished their Cheras leg of tour earlier this month. Fortunately I have the opportunity to check them out just few days before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2378/2215716521_70195a6569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2378/2215716521_70195a6569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I'll be going for the circus a friend of mine offer to borrow me his DSLR camera so that I can blog about the whole show later on. However it is stated at the back of the brochure that no visual and audio recording devices are allowed. I wasnt't sure if a DSLR camera is allowed and thinking that there's no way I can sneak in a DSLR camera and take pic without anyone noticing i decided not to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I managed to take a couple of shots using my camera phone without anyone noticing, However the pictures are taken in low light and without flash. So please bear with it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2222/2216509238_6ac3749873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2222/2216509238_6ac3749873.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought that A class seats are the nearest to the stage turned out there're still VIP seats. #$!%*@!#$@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2050/2216508990_998907c945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2050/2216508990_998907c945.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The main opening act features 2 men skipping rope on top of a rotating wheel about 30 feet up in the air. After doing it for a few times one of the men even tried doing it blinfolded. It was quite impressive and adrenaline-pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that performance, the show starts to get lame. The show was filled with animals such as cats and dogs performing some jumping tricks, dancers, and opera singing by two overweight Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/2215716307_4f4507dd02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/2215716307_4f4507dd02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Water bottles are not allowed so you'll have to buy their drinking water for a whooping RM2 if thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily later things starts to pick up with some aerial ribbon stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2369/2215715595_8a98f61575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2369/2215715595_8a98f61575.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen Jolin Tsai doing that in her music video. But seeing it live and being done by professionals are totally amazing. Every moves are gracious and breathtaking. The only thing that spoils it all is the green spiderman. It was supposed to be a beautiful and romantic part of whole show, what the heck is the green spiderman doing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/2216508316_5af72f3b2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/2216508316_5af72f3b2a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nah, that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then there was the swinging stunt(I don't know the exact name for this stunt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2215715375_40cf8c0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2215715375_40cf8c0719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting ready for the stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2143/2216507958_b6fcc72698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2143/2216507958_b6fcc72698.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Start jumping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The circus was about 2 and a half hour long. The last stunt features 4 stuntmen riding their dirt bike simultaneously in a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2346/2215714895_0bc596a4ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2346/2215714895_0bc596a4ba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck off Mat Rempits, these guys can do much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Despite the green spiderman being the spoiler, the circus was beyond my expectations. Some of the stunts were surprisingly good and I went home feeling well entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-1550172457320728255?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/1550172457320728255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=1550172457320728255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/1550172457320728255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/1550172457320728255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/01/royal-london-circus-review.html' title='The Royal London Circus Review'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2378/2215716521_70195a6569_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-7146359284559035530</id><published>2008-01-21T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:51:06.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Image Shack</title><content type='html'>Anyone who visited my site for the past 2-3 days might notice that it was down or unable to load properly (especially mozilla firefox users). I'm not sure about the cause of this problem, but most likely was due to my image hosting site; imageshack. It takes forever to load a single picture. You can finish the whole desperate housewives season 3 and it will still be loading. (According to http://blog.alex-media.nl/a-rant-about-imageshack, sometimes it will even take a minute to load 20 pictures even with '8' megabit ADSL-line =.=')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize to my  2.5  million loyal readers for the problem. Anyway I've switched to flickr and will soon re-publish the last post that i deleted (The Royal London Circus Review). Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-7146359284559035530?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/7146359284559035530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=7146359284559035530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/7146359284559035530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/7146359284559035530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/01/fuck-image-shack.html' title='Fuck Image Shack'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-6773762946782389195</id><published>2008-01-13T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:32:30.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penis Joke</title><content type='html'>A conversation with my friend earlier today reminded me of this joke that was told by another friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : Good Evening Mr Ng. Please have a seat here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : Good evening doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : So what's the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : I dont know how to tell you bout this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : Oh why? Please let me know, this is the only way I can help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : I don't know, I feel shy talking bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : You don't have to be shy. There's only you and me here and I promise I'll keep this    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                confidential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Patient : Erm..alright. Actually I'm having problem with my penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : Oh ok, can you tell me what the problem is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : I'm not sure how to say this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : Do you mind if I ask you to take your pants off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : NO, But I'm sure you're gonna laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : No I wont! I've been a doctor for over 20 years I've seen everything. There's no way I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                will laugh  at my own patient's problem. What is so funny about that after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : I'm sure you will, you'll laugh at the size of my penis. I've consulted other doctors and &lt;br /&gt;                they just can't stop laughing at my small penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : Oh, no worries. I promise I wont laugh about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : Are you sure you wont be laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : Alright. *takes off pants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : Omg! *slightly giggle* ...Muahahahahahhahahaah...hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : Omg....hahahahahhahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : Sir! You promised not to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : *cough* *cough*...Oh I'm really sorry, I couldn't help myself, that was the smallest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                penis I've ever seen. Please forgive me. I'm over it now, I promise it won't happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;                again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : Alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Doctor  : So can you tell me what's the problem as everything seems fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : My penis is swollen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-6773762946782389195?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/6773762946782389195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=6773762946782389195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/6773762946782389195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/6773762946782389195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/01/penis-joke.html' title='A Penis Joke'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-5455295272345065560</id><published>2008-01-08T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:38:54.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Like About Petaling Jaya</title><content type='html'>PJ(Petaling Jaya) has always been one of my favourite cities in Malaysia. Despite KL(Kuala Lumpur) being the capital of Malaysia, PJ has certainly never lacked in excitement compared to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is the hawker delicacies. PJ may not be the the best place to fulfill your crave for hawker delicacies compared to other places such as Penang and Ipoh where the varieties of hawker centres are seemingly endless, but the hawker centre in SS2 is certainly not a&lt;br /&gt;site to be missed. It is the largest and most populous area of Petaling Jaya. One thing that sets it apart from any other places is the atmosphere. It's a place where you can really enjoy your food peacefully like in a 5 star restaurant while you're only sitting at the road side eating wanton mee. If you're lucky enough, there'll be musicians entertaining you at the roadside while you are enjoying your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/5148/abcd0012copyln4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/5148/abcd0012copyln4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SS2 Hakka Noodle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was in PJ, it is a totally different case back here where all you'll get is DVD vendors, lottery ticket sellers and a bunch of football freaks that annoy the heck out of you. Take DVD vendors for instant, they just won't let you enjoy your food peacefully. They'll come up to you and start bugging you to buy their DVDs where some movie titles you probably have never heard before&lt;br /&gt;like Pirates of the Caribbean:Hairy Man's Chest or Harry Porter and the Odour of the Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/1148/abcd0011copyut6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/1148/abcd0011copyut6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet potato pao and green tea pao(sorry I was too hungry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's not all, Imagine this, you are enjoying your favourite hot steamy popiah and then the bugger sitting at the next table started shouting and cussing just because Cristiano Ronaldo missed the Penalty Kick. After a few minutes he settled down and thought that you could finally&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your delicious popiah when out of a sudden he started shouting when Wayne Rooney scored a last minute goal. You'll probably choke on your popiah and lose your appetite feeling so tulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting fact about PJ is the residents. I noticed that most of them could speak fluent English. In fact few of my Chinese friends in PJ could only understand Malay and English languages. It is easier for me to communicate with them as i don't have to exercise my powderful mandarin skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those who could barely complete a simple sentence in English will at least try instead of just acting dumb. This is my conversation with a waiter in one of the restaurant in PJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can I have the bill please?&lt;br /&gt;Waiter : Oh..err..err.bill? bill..you wait ar..i go take.. bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strike&gt;laughed so hard i wet my pant&lt;/strike&gt; was so impressed by his determination to complete that sentence. Seriosuly, most of the time people will just speak in the language they are comfortable with and not giving a single poop whether anyone could understand it. Though it took him quite awhile to complete the sentence but it was worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With shopping malls like One Utama, The Curve, and Ikano Power Centre, PJ is for sure a shopping paradise. One Utama especially , since the opening of the new wing few years back it has become one of the best shopping mall in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/9816/abcd0010copyyh9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/9816/abcd0010copyyh9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One Utama Christmas decoration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the parking rate is more reasonable than other shopping malls. It only costs RM1 for the first 7 hours(if I'm not mistaken) while places like Sungai Wang(aka lalaland) will probably need you to sell your kidney if you park there everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to cut this short, feeling so hungry right now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway please do not get me wrong, after all I still love KL. In fact i personally designed a thong just to show ya'll how strong my love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/6473/ilkl01kc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/6473/ilkl01kc1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in buying please place your order in the comment box or send an email to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-5455295272345065560?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/5455295272345065560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=5455295272345065560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/5455295272345065560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/5455295272345065560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-i-like-about-petaling-jaya.html' title='Things I Like About Petaling Jaya'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-6774267892638268703</id><published>2008-01-03T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:50:32.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Generous Cafe</title><content type='html'>Went for lunch with friends yesterday after class and this is what i ordered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/4405/abcd0007gk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 262px;" src="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/4405/abcd0007gk1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mayonnaise Chicken Chop with Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And this is what my friend ordered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/2883/abcd0009gr7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 273px;" src="http://img185.imageshack.us/img185/2883/abcd0009gr7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black Pepper Pork Chop  with Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were the same price but why the heck he gets an extra piece!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/5928/bppcrzw6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 221px;" src="http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/5928/bppcrzw6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/9430/mccraz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 220px;" src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/9430/mccraz3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is obvious enough, even blind can tell there's an extra piece and the cook did not even notice that? What was the cook thinking? Guess he must be fantasizing about Daniel Radcliffe while cooking with one hand and another in his pant doing you know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not jealous that he gets an extra piece,  I'm just too mature for that but it just shows how unreliable these workers are. &lt;strike&gt;Kanasai this bugger is so freaking lucky&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are so ignorant towards their work and there is no consistency. It's okay to make mistakes like this once in a while, afterall we are just human but make sure that both plates get an extra piece, not only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the cook is so &lt;strike&gt;horny&lt;/strike&gt; generous, I'll be eating there again soon just to try my luck. Probably I'll get a few more pieces this time  and still no one can notice.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/1391/mccr2dq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 265px;" src="http://img229.imageshack.us/img229/1391/mccr2dq3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-6774267892638268703?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/6774267892638268703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=6774267892638268703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/6774267892638268703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/6774267892638268703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/01/went-for-lunch-with-friends-yesterday.html' title='The Generous Cafe'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-3065719866114758836</id><published>2008-01-01T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:40:10.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>It's 2008! It's a new year. It's the time when people come up with a list of new resolutions and dump the old one. That's just the way it is. We tend to be so passionate at first, after some time these resolutions will most likely consigned to the dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that happens, this is my new year's resolution for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use less cuss words on my blog. Chaocheebye.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update more often.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Achieve good academic results.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk less cock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gain few more pounds.( I don't wanna look like Daniel Radcliffe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5629/danielradcliffesx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 295px;" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/5629/danielradcliffesx2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                 Is that an x-ray film?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                  source: http://gothamist.com/attachments/nyc_arts_john/Daniel%20Radcliffe.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop mentioning about the size of my balls before people starts jumping off buildings out of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to eat more fish. ( I have the right to waive off this resolution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save/earn enough money for a Sony VAIO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And most importantly : Learn how to write a proper letter to Santa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm done with mine i guess. What's your new year's resolution?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-3065719866114758836?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/3065719866114758836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=3065719866114758836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/3065719866114758836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/3065719866114758836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-new-years-resolution.html' title='2008 New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-65719729337172044</id><published>2007-12-28T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:09:05.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>Writing letters to Santa has been a Christmas tradition for children for many years. In Canada, there are even Canadian postal workers volunteered to write responses. It seems like childhood is never complete without writing a letter to Santa. So few days before Christmas i wrote this letter to Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/7910/lettersm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 526px; height: 728px;" src="http://img267.imageshack.us/img267/7910/lettersm2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I wonder why there's still no reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this crappy post. Yeah, that's bullshitting at its highest level. Here's a little something to make up for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VraaEaOzYQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VraaEaOzYQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-65719729337172044?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/65719729337172044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=65719729337172044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/65719729337172044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/65719729337172044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2007/12/writing-letters-to-santa-has-been.html' title='A Letter to Santa'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61782138506913860.post-8903222218244921498</id><published>2007-12-21T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:52:00.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Virgin Post</title><content type='html'>Phew...I can't believe I'm writing my first post. It really wasn't easy as i have been very busy &lt;strike&gt;scratching my ass and shaking my legs at home&lt;/strike&gt; for the past 2 months. But since I have always had a passion for dishing out bullshits, I decided to squeeze in some time to start this crappy blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know I've said it a million times since decades ago that I'll be starting a blog soon, I've probably said it so many times that you'll rather believe your balls fell off than me actually owning a blog.  Therefore at this point i guess some of you are still in disbelief that i actually came up with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1747/post1ou1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 318px;" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1747/post1ou1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do let me clarify on that, the main reason I waited so long to start my own blog is because I needed time to design and to learn how to design it properly. Fortunately, I managed to create this banner and the background not long ago(not that nice though). I know the black layout is a bit common but I'm still obsessed with the colour black. So bear with it and I shall design another one very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as this is the first post from me, it is only appropriate for me to deliver a proper&lt;br /&gt;introduction of myself and the blog. My name is Kenny and that would probably remind you of the famous Malaysian blogger; Kennysia who is well known for his gigantic balls. But guess what,&lt;br /&gt;apart from having similar name, we both have big balls too :) What a coincident huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the blog, i started it as a place for me to express my feelings and points of view on various matters. Since I'm not into Friendster and Facebook, this blog also serves as a a point of communication between me and my friends. Anyway please be warned that upon entering into this page you will be showered with tons of meaningless posts with minimal&lt;br /&gt;consideration while writing them.So i apologize to whoever i might offend in the future, but if you're still pissed at me, you can send me a hate mail with Westlife's song attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. Enjoy your stay and do leave some droppings :)&lt;br /&gt;PS: Extra credit to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Plasticknyfe &lt;/span&gt;for helping me with the html stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/61782138506913860-8903222218244921498?l=sixth-string.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/feeds/8903222218244921498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=61782138506913860&amp;postID=8903222218244921498' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/8903222218244921498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/61782138506913860/posts/default/8903222218244921498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixth-string.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-virgin-post.html' title='My Virgin Post'/><author><name>kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630847723271182136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
