tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-104396802024-03-08T06:28:34.661+08:00It's A Durian LifeIt's the finer details that matter to me, though, the big picture always plays a part.Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.comBlogger668125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-690884607222267592011-11-07T13:56:00.003+08:002011-11-07T13:56:45.283+08:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-86421057728961750192011-11-07T13:49:00.000+08:002011-11-07T13:49:17.677+08:00It's been a long time.since I last came here and check out all the upgrades. Well, it's about damn time Blogger for a face lift. Though, I can't help but shake the feeling that the new interface is extremely similar to Google's new updates. Similarity is uncanny. Just stating the obvious that's all.<br />
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It's been a long time.Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-88554776331838054642010-07-02T22:26:00.001+08:002010-07-02T22:26:46.197+08:00Hi Matt! What is your biggest fear?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Being constantly judged. So scary.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/matrianklw?utm_medium=social&utm_source=blogger&utm_campaign=shareanswer">Ask me anything</a></p>Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-47014507023869578972010-05-09T23:23:00.001+08:002010-05-09T23:23:43.382+08:00Do you believe in ghosts?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Oh yes. Don't you?</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/matrianklw">Ask me anything</a></p>Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-48959721091576529062010-05-09T23:17:00.001+08:002010-05-09T23:17:40.840+08:00Do you have any scars on your body? If so, how'd you get them?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Upper lip, right index finger and right eyebrow. Fall, cut and surgery.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/matrianklw">Ask me anything</a></p>Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-6642425112862442112010-05-09T23:16:00.001+08:002010-05-09T23:16:17.860+08:00formspring.meAsk me anything <a href="http://formspring.me/matrianklw" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/matrianklw</a>Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-2624006631761099192010-02-21T06:35:00.001+08:002010-02-21T06:35:08.435+08:00What It Means to be 20 and Still Single.<p>You know something is up when you’re sandwiched between your own elder sister and your younger cousin, both with boyfriends at their sides in church. Somehow, it made things felt wrong for me to be (turning) 20 and still have no partner. Sitting in between two lovebirds, watching them slightly displaying public affections (no doubt, in church) wasn’t disturbing for me – it was borderline excruciating – plunging me into a sea of doubt and self-realization about my own single-hood or lack of a mate. </p> <p>Again, in church.</p> <p>The thing about turning 20 is, I have no idea what the society expectations are towards a 20 year-old male, although I may have gotten a hint from my 24 years old sister and my 19 years old cousin. Even my 12 years old brother randomly popped the question one Friday afternoon over lunch about why I’m still single, in which I used ‘education’ to keep myself from looking like a loser. I mean, is this really what society is to expect out of a normal 20 years old male? You know, to be in a relationship or the very least dating?</p> <p>If this is what the public perceive as normal, well, I just don’t do normal. And since when does anyone really know that normal is normal? For all we know, a nose could be called an ass and we could really be girls and them, boys.</p> <p>I’m just saying.</p> <p>However, I really honestly don’t think dating should be rushed or pressured into. I know I’m not, not even by the constant touchy-feely crap and public displays of affection shown by the other couple (not my parents) in the house. Please, I really do not think one needs to suck face every 5 seconds with each other, or unnecessarily attached to the hips for that matter. As Carina would detest to the jubilation of <em>jie</em>, “Matt, you just do not understand!” Which I admit I that I do not and will not be in quite a while. </p> <p>Besides, I really do have studies to think about. I mean, I could  be shipped off to Timbuktu to pursue my studies and I don’t think I can keep up a long distance relationship for now. Realistically also, I have yet to earn my own income, making financially dependable on my parents, making the cost of every romantic date meaningless and borne by my parents. Of course, again, that’s just only one way of looking at it and through my inexperienced eyes, no less.</p> <p>Plus, on the matter of love, as cheesy as it may sound, I do believe that when the time comes, it’ll come. I strongly put my faith in fate and the greater forces. </p> <p>And as I’ve said it before, I’ve got commitment and attachment issues, even towards normal things like studies and hobbies, none of which I seem to be incapable of keeping. I tend to prefer the single and unattached life (sometimes even with friends). One of the reasons why I remain jobless. Yes, couldn’t be committed enough in my job hunt. </p> <p>I mean, if dating means putting up with someone completely from a different orbit and upbringing (Oh, c’mon, who are y’all kidding? Everyone’s from different worlds! Unless you’re twins, then you’re still different people.) and learning to accept their flaws, <strike>disgusting</strike> habits, mind-sets, attitude and issues in the relationship, then I’m sorry, I’m just not ready. Neither do I have the time, considering I have problems dealing with my own flaws, habits, mind-sets, attitude and issues in my relationship already with my family and best friend.</p> <p>I’m aware that learning to love another person is not easy. It takes a lot or courage, determination, hard-work, passion, tolerance, patience, and ultimately love -  judging from my 20 years with my family. It feels to me I’m just only starting to get the hang of it with the rest of the Brady Bunch and I’m not ready to try to take on someone new, yet. I’ve just started to learn about unconditional love and am slowly indulging in it, if you may. Accepting a stranger takes a lot from someone, let alone learning to love that stranger. Therefore, I don’t think I’m neither ready for it nor if anybody is ready to take a chance on me. So no rush there. </p> <p>However, in the lights of hopes and love (it’s still positive, right?), and the new year and the new beginnings, if I happen to fall for someone today or tomorrow, I’ll hop on the love cab and take it for a ride, you know, to see what I’m missing and what everybody’s getting at. Till then…</p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-86638530506013103612010-02-07T01:06:00.001+08:002010-02-07T01:06:39.696+08:00Going To Bed.<p>The rain is pounding outside tonight, the first in a couple of weeks of drought. Here I am, sipping steaming hot green tea, listening to Keith Urban and typing this, in my feeble attempts of unwinding and just relaxing. It’s been a hell of a week, and a start of a New Year in fact. I’ve been knee-deep in Chinese New Year preparations, mostly helping mom out with her annual baking fest of assorted cookies, chips and the New Year delicacies. Come to think of it, I haven’t even started on my spring cleaning to “usher in the New Year”, so to speak. </p> <p>Truth is, for the past week, ever single night, we’ve been busy baking. Being the unemployed son, bumming around at home, I am at the very least obliged to join in the festivities or to be a helping hand, if you may. Thus, it’s been a week, counting today, that I’ve been going to bed at about 1a.m. or later – most of the time, against my own free will. Baking has been done in the comforts of <em>kaima’s</em> house and usually, by the time we’re done, we’d probably be home by 11p.m. or 12p.m. and by the time I shower and settle down, i.e. applying facial masks, night creams or moisturizers (being in close proximity to the oven could damage skin, you know) and get a little house chores done, it’s be more or less 1a.m.</p> <p>Mind you, it’s been a while since my bedtime was way past midnight. Honestly, I’ve been afraid that the old habit of sleeping late would return and unfortunately, after this week, I think I’m kinda hooked again. Sleeping late and waking up outrageously early, if there was the need to. Other days, I’ll just sleep through, which is still a bad habit in my book. However, as much as I find it convenient to be going to bed that late, it’s taking its toll on me. The whole “minimal sleep and 100% productivity” thing just isn’t working anymore. Maybe I’m not cut out for it anymore, after all, I am turning 20 and anyone turning 20 could tell you that they’re body’s beginning to slow down. Or maybe I’m just being paranoid, borderline, tired of baking, on my feet most of the time that the balls of my heel hurt, every single night.</p> <p>I don’t know.</p> <p>But what I do know that my eye bags are gradually getting darker and larger and more prominent. I also know that I can neither put in a 100% the next day if this goes on, nor if I can keep this pattern/lifestyle up. Well, not really sure bout the latter but I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to wake up for church tomorrow if I don’t cut this short. So here it is, my completely random update on my life about nothing significant really. Just really felt the urge to blog or pen down something. Probably inspired by the new blog design (did you notice?) or probably Keith Urban or maybe the rain (prolonged deprivation of rain could affect one’s habits as well, I suppose). But… who knows? </p> <p>Good night and adios!</p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-86276659223578904772009-12-31T01:11:00.001+08:002009-12-31T01:11:45.970+08:00Christmas Wish Come True.<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDkVYQdtcqJS35bJwtWKkXWczh-mQeBnk5Ttzi0wpF3RiOmrjPt9WLdtgVBt7mzSrh1lbq2fWQmfiu_1egmIlUnch9T3cBFPh3r1Rs-0mbA9WY15sW4yA8L7RXrF0emkQPjgYd/s1600-h/IMG_4718%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_4718" border="0" alt="IMG_4718" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMXqCznh4jM2ACPVfdzCH2cJX8ya58GgTO8hvQE4h1tf1GR0sdS0Ohxp_6FveK_5bSedEoX0hRamhoBJhF4kXkCZqXNP2LIYGXt3nwYhjTmbcMA7XSSQlQUgR26JyiQqbaVo9/?imgmax=800" width="484" height="364" /></a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMu2zie8DkbFyzFOkgrq78abpY_iWyYpxd027LcQawkZ4psZRir1Q-RC2XOE7RDnOtGiXdzFuUynCdNumRaySIcm8aJrsAklMGJHkm94Krs5CdrbdIae78fui86Mo66tL8ieu6/s1600-h/IMG_4725%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_4725" border="0" alt="IMG_4725" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SzuJy7NaYKI/AAAAAAAABKY/wPij-nwS6_s/IMG_4725_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="334" height="444" /></a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfeBk-OBskFwp4FOzvzZliVnC_FRyrgv4ykIdxdw2YsEFBbpUKDgsVAExB0qB5LBbjEvjDtDRkWUcDu2BF9g3AJkOXwkmNA68sVJS_AyMmPg6dk69B-GWIFWdbgp8_WQZ8r0c/s1600-h/IMG_4736%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_4736" border="0" alt="IMG_4736" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWWlRtVgLnmgc80PHQt8dqkb1eCANb53hpUXc4x4gvwaHtdXEux8FifMsKJkgzdzzpN1gI7e-R6hm4Hqg50wKG84gZgJtYHwhavr8X2ZdJrWFiLBNet67gqTpbjVRzZZ8h50r/?imgmax=800" width="334" height="444" /></a></p> <p>A million thanks to my dearest sister for taking all the trouble (on a pretense to the toilet, leaving me hanging in the cake shop, not knowing what to order for a good amount of time and appearing afterwards, panting, much to my bemusement) and thought to surprise me and also mom and dad for the contribution. It’s really neat and I was honestly surprised, which is a rare thing in the family. Words could not possibly describe how much of an awe I’m in and also how much of a spoilt brat I feel like. You guys didn’t need to show me anymore love than you guys already have prior to this. Nevertheless, however undeserved, I still feel incredibly blessed and grateful.</p> <p>Hope everyone had as good of a Christmas I had this year, surrounded by people I love and care about and also a blessed New Year 2010. Cheers.</p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-84902340734691888132009-11-29T09:49:00.001+08:002009-11-29T09:49:46.949+08:00‘Tis True ‘Tis Season<p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1d839c53-8ebf-460d-91bd-e1e64ede2a2e" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="da7bfe94-c63f-405b-9009-d1c3ed9f8dfc" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVqqj1v-ZBU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" target="_new"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SxHTNjhFyXI/AAAAAAAABKE/-saxQqAzlaM/videob46a174b8f31%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('da7bfe94-c63f-405b-9009-d1c3ed9f8dfc'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU&hl=en_US&fs=1&&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU&hl=en_US&fs=1&&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> </p> <p> </p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:227b2703-0ce1-4eb2-8eba-43d39900cf9a" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="330796b4-ede3-4f64-9e56-15c9a15224f6" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aE8pXUN24lk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" target="_new"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW6GHD6afyRjGsZ-HHlfb3pNCrw0cGP6utyIoLgA3VwoaV_K5VWizxAEjiy6cKdfyPBJpDZNuoSRcCYHF02rlIPaqcPnbQ1xX5EniNLWK1xiZzbr-LRnkasvwgn9mCKyVBMD_z/?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('330796b4-ede3-4f64-9e56-15c9a15224f6'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/aE8pXUN24lk&hl=en_US&fs=1&&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/aE8pXUN24lk&hl=en_US&fs=1&&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-7834294352364330332009-11-05T09:37:00.001+08:002009-11-05T09:37:52.520+08:00Christmas Wishlist.<p>Christmas trees decked out completely with glistening ornaments of red and gold and blue and silver behind shop windows are sights to behold as you waltz your way slowly through the mall, taking in the faint and distant sound of instrumental Christmas carols. Yes, it’s only the beginning of November and the malls are already transforming themselves into a picturesque scene of a Macy’s shopping mall in New York. Lovely, truly lovely. Not that I have anything against it. </p> <p>In the strife for higher consumerism by means of ushering the holidays to be faster than usual - through the sly gimmicks of shopping malls giving their customers a slightly altered impression of the holidays and plainly over-commercialising the holidays with new promotions, sales and campaigns – who’s to be blamed here? I’m just enjoying the jolly mood of Christmas, slowly making up my Christmas wish list this year. By the way, do check out the latest Starbucks Wish campaign, and try out their new drinks as well, *it’s like Christmas in a cup!*</p> <p><strong>GAP </strong></p> <p>One can only so much as wish for any kind of merchandise from GAP. However, to my defense, before anyone frowns their eyebrows over how over-rated GAP actually is, I for one honestly am attracted to the simplicity of GAP’s clothes, not to mention it’s simplicity and almost effortless ad-campaigns which only tugs at hearts with images of happy and beautiful people in their clothes and nothing else. Seriously, can fashion ad-campaigns get any simpler? Although I don’t believe that wearing or owning any of the GAP merchandise will make me look more attractive or necessarily a happier person, I do like to own a piece or two of its clothes given their all-American appeal and magnetism of its sheer simplicity. </p> <p>To be more specific, I have always had my eyes on its jeans (their current 1969 Jeans campaign) for I think jeans are a form of investment and is truly worth the price. Apart from a good pair of Levi’s of course I’ve also always wanted a GAP sweatshirt (preferably an orange or gray one with the GAP word emblazoned in the middle) which costs almost the same price as a pair of jeans which I think are both equally long-lasting as well, not something you wear and tear easily. Plus, given its brand name, I think there’s a timeliness factor to it, meaning, it can even last to be a family heirloom and not look out of style. Until then, I’d be saving money for those and will be a very happy boy when I get it.</p> <p align="center">***</p> <p>By the way, on a completely different note, a GAP membership requires a minimum purchase of RM700 or above. Pretty expensive and exclusive for a membership isn’t it? I almost balked at the saleswoman when I was told, short from keeling over and suffering a stroke there and then in the GAP store. One can only so much as wish. </p> <p align="center">***</p> <p><strong>MAC</strong></p> <p>With the current change from a chunky and bulky CRT monitor to a flat screen 20” LCD HP monitor, I’m looking for a change in keyboard and mouse as well, you know, to complete the whole ultra-modern and sleek look of the computer, despite its slowly ailing system. And what better brand to look for than a MAC? <strike>Rule of thumb : when in doubt, just go to MAC</strike>. I’ve had my eyes on the MAC keyboard and Mighty Mouse (not the Magic Mouse!) for a while now. I mean, c’mon, indulge in me a little. When a whole MAC system is not exactly what one can afford, the cheaper alternative to get the MAC experience would be through its keyboard and mouse right? Priced at about a hundred and fifty each, I think its reasonable for a MAC product isn’t it? </p> <p>Or am I just being ridiculous and blinded by MAC simplicity and clean look again, just as I fall for everything else glossy and shiny. Although my reasons of wanting to get these might not be substantial enough, but in complete spoilt-brat fashion, I WANT THEM! Again, to my defense, I think its a good investment, no? I guess I’ll have to slowly retreat and save up again. I hope I wouldn’t be too old or crippled when I finally get to afford these. But I’m praying and it’s Christmas after all, miracles can happen right?</p> <p><strong>DSLR</strong></p> <p>Of course, my long dream of getting one is still here. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bored of my 3 year-old pro-sumer Canon PowerShot S3. I still take photos with it, just don’t post it up that often anymore. However, I think I may have slightly grown out of it. You know, like a good pair of Levi’s which you love but have gotten a little fat over the thighs and just have to go buying a new one. LOL. Hardly makes any sense or hold any form of similarity but it just feels that way. I feel the need to advance in my photography enthusiasm. Learn more with a better gear. Well, I’ve been putting this off for quite sometime as the price for a good DSLR is way more expensive than the two previous things I wanted even combined. So specifically, there is no model or brand I can name for I haven’t done my research yet. Still, no reasons for it to be missed out from the Christmas wish list, right?</p> <p><strong>Others</strong></p> <p>Apart from all those ultra-expensive “gifts” I can still be bought with normal things. Who am I kidding? Any form of gifts will make me happy and cherish one more. As I said, it’s only a wish list and most of which I’m slowly saving up for myself. I hardly expect God to grant me any of it, given my bad behaviour and all. So please, do not feel the need to live up to my expectations. Some pointers, I still dig typical guy gifts like hell. Ties, perfumes, underwear, (not GAP) t-shirt, mugs, CDs or even a key-chain will make me incredibly happy. Real rule of thumb: It’s not the gift, it’s the thought that counts. It still applies to me. Besides, it’s Christmas, it’s all about giving not receiving. </p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-28321298701800704282009-10-22T00:14:00.001+08:002009-10-22T00:14:45.228+08:00Shopping Spree of Sort.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYwuspEX1vWE4APFOjLIIBe7b93QmmKYQXcX6CEIM9MutSbfEJ7yFhGZFUf3peo9CMdfsST5J939vNk-aktlhH7AFHhLL6L6MucKPTjmrZkA_xfXpU6fDvc1TvUjG1zrDAcTBE/s1600-h/DSC01439%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01439" border="0" alt="DSC01439" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/St8zcV6O9nI/AAAAAAAABKA/2D2ULvsSI_k/DSC01439_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="364" /></a> <p></p> <p>Splurged on 6 CDs today with partner in crime, <em>jie</em>. Felt the sudden urge to collect these timeless, worthy-of-collection, feel-good, quality music CDs, all of which have been downloaded and listened by me at one point. To think, they weren’t even on discount. We entered the shop looking for an entirely different artist (Brad Paisley) which of course, led us to these and derailed from our initial motif. Also, we’ve just bought 2 CDs a couple of days ago (Backstreet Boys’ This Is Us and Aladdin Soundtrack).</p> <p> Oh, it feels good – the spending and the music. <img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" border="0" alt="Tongue" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" /></p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-83791208717441834312009-10-18T23:05:00.001+08:002009-10-18T23:05:09.960+08:00New Monitor.<p align="center"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01280" border="0" alt="DSC01280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFVTfGBBOWmOjtHrW9W8xN_8ML8FtY_i9NoAzN5i-QKv5lWynlXoCPlknkqz6yJsO9HWmNqWNMTGqR3Dx0ibNZ3Fu0SngPCtVhq7vhQnOjBa9oZSH2eiauL0I3U6Y3mAXJZ4P/?imgmax=800" width="484" height="364" /></p> <p align="center"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01281" border="0" alt="DSC01281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-vn9dS3kYOt5wipKQbidZMalxi2hqIHBnF0tvMNtwJmq0dYji5tXsoqsInd84ob5YAwaINER0y1iHgjmhaIPKSfLy6Das-6pIYQbLB-JweM64pCb4k2_Arit55a3ucwbiyAn/?imgmax=800" width="484" height="364" /> <img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01283" border="0" alt="DSC01283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW17WuhWKSJu6UM6hId-4uH1J9231L8E71BzgRP0zRY-WyfXJxFl-J5d1yhFYPSUv3H4XjGQbPMktiv7pJ4wAcEyiLPkOtQjB-Wiu5pFumNpLlWpd8YcFoIU9rUC_cCgp6KKif/?imgmax=800" width="484" height="364" /></p> <p align="center"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01288" border="0" alt="DSC01288" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/StsunW03mMI/AAAAAAAABJw/mQStoBkbV0A/DSC01288_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="364" /></p> <p align="center"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01289" border="0" alt="DSC01289" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/StsuoakYCKI/AAAAAAAABJ0/3V1a3A7ZTQc/DSC01289_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="364" /></p> <p align="center"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01290" border="0" alt="DSC01290" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/StsupPxhOwI/AAAAAAAABJ4/nPHW60h2eYU/DSC01290_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="334" height="444" /></p> <p align="center">From CRT to LCD in a day. It’s about time, I thought. Love the new space, the look and the gloss. So psyched! Thanks to the parents. </p> <p align="center">So wide!   </p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-48913565311683913492009-10-15T00:31:00.001+08:002009-10-15T00:40:38.475+08:00Laundry Room.<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/StX8zatN8WI/AAAAAAAABJc/3WCNgoGwjLo/s1600-h/DSC01270%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="DSC01270" border="0" alt="DSC01270" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/StX80h4v3qI/AAAAAAAABJg/Wb_39pbp9b4/DSC01270_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="484" height="364" /></a> </p> <p>This is exactly what happens when I don’t do my ironing regularly. My room gets an immediate transformation and turns into a make-shift laundry room. Believe it or not, dad has already cleared most of his share of clean, newly-ironed shirts from this pile. Don’t get me wrong, not complaining. This is just part of what I deal with.</p> <p>For the record, this took 3 and a half hours to complete.</p> <p><img alt="Winking" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /></p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-44678137205342296772009-09-12T15:18:00.001+08:002009-09-12T15:18:11.844+08:00Deeply Shallow.<p>What does it say about me when I have the ability to <strike>read</strike> browse through a 20 paged pictorial apparel catalogue with no words or even prices printed in fine-print for a complete half-an-hour? Half-an-hour of course is considered a pretty long time to look at pictures, no? But jokes aside, I really can “read” a fashion catalogue for up till an hour without any words even. I guess I spend a lot of time studying the clothes, the shoes, the bags, the lighting, the models, the photography and what not. I honestly think pictures like these (in general too) are interesting and has a story or a hidden meaning the photographer or the designer wished to express.</p> <p>Either I’m naturally inclined given my photography enthusiasm and fashion inspiration or that I’m just shallow. LOL.</p> <p>I’ll stick to shallow. You see, just when I think I’m mysterious, sophisticated or even the least bit smart, I don’t appear to be. I mean, c’mon, I have female magazines and fashion catalogues practically, permanently in my bathroom (you know, to fill those free times), although I do change them regularly. That, compared to the photography magazines which I collect but never read, arranged neatly on my shelf for display purposes only (and to make me appear a tad bit knowledgeable, I guess). Of course, it applies for my school books as well. </p> <p>What’s more is that when I switch on the television, the first channels I go to are the likes of MTV. I only make the jump from the movie channels like HBO back and forth to entertainment channels like E! network. I never stop by the Discovery channel or the least bothered to surf through it. I have my favourite channels memorised to go to them directly from the remote. Sometimes, I think the most intellectual reality programs I watch on TV includes American Idol and Keeping Up With the Kardashians (you go, Kim!). Whereas for TV series, I usually sit down for The Nanny and Desperate Housewives.</p> <p>Wow, am I shallow or what. Feeling intellectually challenged at the moment.</p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-76058206675797453102009-08-02T23:47:00.001+08:002009-08-02T23:47:53.457+08:00Shopaholic and Mom.<p>Today I was reminded about how much I’ve missed mom over the years of growing up and how long it was since the last time we went actual shopping. [I know, after a couple of months of absence and the first thing I talk about is shopping-related. So what, sue me.] I got a taste of what it used to be shopping with mom and <em>jie,</em> the three of us together when the world seemed much lighter and brighter place then. It was about a decade then, I think, when we last went to the mall and walked for a total amount of 6 or 9 hours shopping for things I can’t seem to recall now.</p> <p>But I do recall those happy moments - how mom used to have much more stamina then compared to now and how she’s still impossible to buy things with given her vital quality check on merchandise before every purchase. She hasn’t changed one bit, I tell you. Oh how times drift by when mom is constantly bogged down by work and worries while we’re usually <strike>busy shopping ourselves</strike> busied by our trivial teenager pursuits, like school or blogging. Things just haven’t been the same ever since, well, ever since things changed. In a sober way, I pity mom for not being able to have as much fun as she used to, which I understand completely why and am not complaining about.</p> <p>It’s just that today brought me back to a reminisce of what we used to share, albeit doing pretty shallow things like shopping but again, who cares. I saw a light-heartedness in her which made her radiate even more than when she sees discount tags. Usually, her glee or desire for buying would be doused after discovering some form of defect on the merchandise despite its given discount. But this time around, her spirits were unperturbed neither by this nor the fact that some things are incredulously expensive. Again, she didn’t seem to bother and went on looking at the next item, a sight to behold after such a while. </p> <p>In the period of financial instability in our family’s part and her constant worry on other things, she used to be impatient and easily annoyed when we children asked for things or when we were trying on things. This time around, like a decade ago, she didn’t seem to care even though her feet was killing her, result of the wrong heels she wore. She was heartwarmingly obliging, to say the least and I am honestly awed by this, waiting on us while we make numerous trips back and forth to the changing rooms of East India. So obliging that she was almost as generous as she sounded, offering to buy us things that we only tried out for fun and not for purchasing purposes.</p> <p>Don’t get me wrong, of course I like spending money but this is completely unrelated to me being happy to see mom spending money but more towards the penning down of inspiration, result of a sudden bewilderment of mom’s sudden change of shopping habit. Of course, I don’t condone spending unnecessary money, especially during sales (of which I’m often found guilty as charged, for not abiding to this mantra) or from a shopaholic like mom, which is why I didn’t get anything from her generosity. But I am happy that she got herself some things (she totally deserved it) that she claimed she “needed”. Who am I to judge?</p> <p>Although it was just a random and short afternoon trip of dropping by the mall, I had more of a recollection of a time which I used to and still do enjoy with mom at the mall. I love sales, don’t you. </p> <p> </p> <p>P.S: At the risk of sounding cheesy and elementary, this sudden strike of inspiration was also a desperate attempt to jumpstart my blogging <em>career</em> (or lack thereof) after a long time of hiatus. Hopefully it works.</p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-68348884859593556132009-06-04T00:59:00.001+08:002009-06-04T00:59:42.036+08:00Horror.<p>What’s scary?</p> <p>What is scary and daunting is that you’re expected to sit in an examination hall (classroom) for three agonizing hours straight, painfully dissecting your brain to churn out 6 ridiculous 25 marks essays in relation to English Literature classics like Hamlet and Thomas Hardy and 5 insanely long essays in relation to Economics. And that’s just the beginning. The worse part is to have to do it for three consecutive days, straight. The mere thought of sitting for papers I barely studied for is horrifying enough but to actually sit there for hours on end, in full awareness of the rest of the world goes by – now that’s something you can brag about. No?</p> <p>Maybe for an unlikely student like me. </p> <p>But the thing is, I’ve just only begun to see the contrasting difference now that I’m in Form 6, compared to the days of yore. In examination terms, question papers get incredibly shorter and brief, with only a few words put in questioning in return of a 25 marks essays. As the question papers get shorter, the answer sheets expected are even longer, easily exceeding 10 pages of written facts or nonsense at any one time. Education gets tougher and the only way to excel is from old fashioned studying – something which I’m still struggling to <em>find</em> time to do. Half a year has passed and I’m still procrastinating on my studies. What’s really scary is that I’m lazying around.</p> <p>Oh, and the bruises caused from a prolonged pressure from using a pen is also nasty on the finger.</p> <p>What is scary, apart from that, is when your phone bills keep on escalating, each month to a more worrying amount. I used to use not even RM30 of my monthly credits, usually spending an amount of about RM24 each month. But for the past two months, I’ve received bills amounting at RM41 and last month a staggering RM57. Honestly, I don’t believe that I’m capable of spending that load of an amount on phone bills alone a month, thus the constant refusal to pay them, insisting that there has been a mistake with the telco to be held responsible. Somewhere along that line, I was secretly hoping for a mistake which the telco company would offer a lifetime of free credit as an apology. </p> <p>Very girl-in-the-green-scarf, I know.</p> <p>Finally, after 2 weeks of procrastination and desperate scavenging for data and proof, not to mention the different telco outlets I went to, to prove myself right, I slowly came to accept that I am a big spender when it comes to mobile phones as well. After numerous hours of deciphering the digits out the itemised bills, I also came to realise that I’ve spent a majority of it on texts alone. Gee, what have I turned into? A delayed case of teenager-can’t-live-without-a-mobile-phone perhaps? As much as it worries my family, I’m utterly disturbed as well, with my new unlikely habits of texting. Which is why, I’ve put myself into restriction this month, monitoring my phone expenditures by the minute by checking the telco system almost by the second. Currently, there are still 5 days left till my bill gets summed up and I’m left with less than 2 bucks to spend before I burst through the monthly quota again.</p> <p>Dangerous.</p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-83090356464977090972009-04-30T09:54:00.001+08:002009-04-30T09:54:04.549+08:00Ayumi Hamasaki - Green<p> </p> <p></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:90c1ef9f-01e2-4abc-b2b8-6051dbe6ee64" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div><object width="460" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/z8QeNOfXp-/aus=false/pv=2/"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/z8QeNOfXp-/aus=false/pv=2/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="460" height="390" allowFullScreen="true"></embed></object></div></div> <p></p> <p><b> <br /></b></p> <p><strong>Ayumi Hamasaki - Green Lyrics</strong></p> <p>hikari kagayaite rin to shita kigitachi ga <br />mi wo kakusu you ni iro wo keshite yuku <br />kibou he tsunagaru nanimokamo o toozake te <br />nukumori wo kowagaru watashi no you ni <br />ano hito no egao ga mou <br />mabushikute yasashii sugite <br />yowasa misete shimaisou de <br />nakidashite shimaisou de</p> <p>fureta yubi no saki kara <br />omoi ga afuredashisou ni <br />natta ano shunkan kara <br />kono koi ni kizukimashita </p> <p>doushite hito wa kokoro no mama ni shitagai <br />aruite yuku no ga muzukashii no darou <br />hontou wa kitto zutto <br />wakatteta hazu nara no ni ne <br />genjitsu ni me wo somuketeta <br />shinjitsu wo hitei shiteta </p> <p>mitsumeru sono saki ni wa <br />itoshiki ano hito no sugata <br />kaze ga kawaru koro ni wa <br />kono omoi tsutaeyou ka <br /></p> <p>fureta yubi no saki kara <br />omoi ga afuredashisou ni <br />natta ano shunkan kara <br />kono koi ni kizukimashita <br /></p> <p>mitsumeru sono saki ni wa <br />itoshiki ano hito no sugata <br />kaze ga kawaru koro ni wa <br />kono omoi tsutaeyou ka <br /></p> <p>futatabi mebuita kigitachi ga iro tsuitara <br />ima yori sunaona egao mietai</p> <p align="center">***</p> <p>Now I know I haven’t been really updated with my music lately, let alone blogging and I know I’m not such an avid fan of the Asian entertainment scene, minus a few exceptions – think Lee Hom - and the occasional sex scandals – think Edison Chen – which will do so much as to only entice my insipid interest. But I’ve recently gotten hooked to Ayumi Hamasaki’s Green after having stumbled upon her music video on MTV a couple of times resulting in me having it played on loop now. </p> <p>I think the song is great - the melody, vocals and instruments are all alright. The video in particular is also strikingly Asian, which surprisingly was the first thing that got me watching the video. Ayumi Hamsaki herself isn’t looking all that bad with her green outfit and hairdo (and the purse!). And that woman can really work the drama in the video, what with all her exquisite hand gestures and dramatic facial expressions. However, I don’t quite get the storyline of the video, especially with the same sex dance numbers. Not quite sure what she’s trying to insinuate. <img alt="Tongue out" src="http://messenger.msn.com/MMM2006-04-19_17.00/Resource/emoticons/tongue_smile.gif" /></p> <p>Of course, I can barely understand Japanese, even with the translation of the lyrics, I’m still lost. But that’s the fun thing about Japanese songs, you see. Their lyrics are still readable and the least, sing-able. Mind you, this isn’t the first time I’ve gotten hooked to Ayumi Hamasaki’s work. I' was previously aware of her existence and her work, despite of me always holding a prejudiced take on wide-eyed artists with <em>Horror-juku</em> dressing and bimbotic poses in their pictures. I’m not much of a follower, but I do like Ayumi Hamasaki. Suffice to say, the only reason I embedded her video here is for easy reference as I can’t find it on YouTube easily.</p> <p align="center"><strong>***</strong></p> <p><strong>GREEN TRANSLATION</strong> <br />The brilliant trees standing in the cool air <br />Are losing the colors as if hiding themselves <br />Just like me who is afraid of the warmth <br />Keeping myself away from anything leading to hope</p> <p>The smiling face of that person <br />Looks dazzling and so tender <br />I’m afraid I might show my weakness <br />And start crying</p> <p>* I noticed this love <br />The moment my fingertip touched his <br />And my feelings were <br />About to flow out</p> <p>I wonder why it’s difficult for us <br />To walk as we wish</p> <p>Actually I’ve always <br />Realized for sure <br />But I turned my eyes from the reality <br />And denied the truth</p> <p>** I’m staring at my dear person <br />I might tell him <br />Of this feeling <br />Around the time the wind changes</p> <p>* (repeat) <br />** (repeat)</p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-29337764905604256092009-04-28T00:40:00.001+08:002009-04-28T00:40:48.761+08:00The Evolution of My Phones<p><font size="2">So, as it appears, the highlight of my April would be me getting a new phone from the parents – without even requesting. Well, for the past few months, I’ve been regularly changing my phone, given that I got the previous one as a hand-me-down from <em>jie</em>. Who would ever thought, the more tech-savvy one in the family would survive with a basic phone for quite sometime now only to get a hand-me-down. Of course, I wasn’t complaining, except for the few glitches of the previous phone which needed immediate repairing. Other than that, I’m pretty much pleased to be using a flip-phone.</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpP38HlM074x9X2LBSq2GML5s8IJx33F9JeC-XiLcp7tAX-yFVaTgmxVMZaMqhko2PqzA0E-ufC2KGGRV6oCVvZNQmL3iEyOiwtyYsGx1APofLaqompwNn-NMMmuX-RW_o5Yrm/s1600-h/IMG_2074%20copy%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2074 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2074 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXf4uNWaJI/AAAAAAAABII/0h1BpmAUv2s/IMG_2074%20copy_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" height="460" /></a></p> <p><u></u></p> <p><font size="2">Which is why I have no idea why mom and dad would go get me a new phone besides having too much love on me (and a little bit of pity, I’m sure). Of course, it is neither my dream phone – not that I have any nowadays what with the rapid evolution of mobile phones – nor is it a latest edition for that matter. But, surprisingly to myself even, instead of acting out like a spoilt brat, throwing unnecessary tantrums, I am more overwhelmed by their gesture than to bother about the specifications of the phone. Honestly, I feel a little unworthy to be accepting such a gift.</font></p> <p><font size="2"></font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXf5IYfgLI/AAAAAAAABIM/72_NAVWkupY/s1600-h/IMG_2075%20copy%5B5%5D.jpg"><font color="#444444" size="2"></font><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2075 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2075 copy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXf5lM7h4I/AAAAAAAABIQ/jhTVMvzU158/IMG_2075%20copy_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="380" /></a> </p> <p><font size="2">No matter, I am pleased with the cell and have taken less time than I thought I would to fall in love with it. Really, I have no complains except for the part that I’m still struggling to get used to using a Sony Ericsson interface after having used Nokia’s one for such a long time. I even have difficulty typing a text, often going for the 0 button to space my words instead of the # key. Seriously, why’d they have to make it so different? Other than that, the phone’s exceptionally fine – the functions, the specifications, the design and the interface. Really no complains. It’s one hell of a jump from my previous phone that’s for sure.</font></p> <p><font size="2"></font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Nl_7iFW_hABxl_oLTRAbRYYjmH7mNATtBoUaC0v8ZyXsJlUpB3ve8vtwQfhNk8gwFdz8xxcTNMpTsW9g63rTbB-ruVZEzIwOICRBF3ByC6M-ND8QVomoEUqut1VGX_e8iSD_/s1600-h/IMG_2080%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2080 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2080 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIu5UrgiHW2p-p5WKz7mExe2gFqUH7_hjrB_r3_tH8mWcM_Z7deVoX30Af-l63lKgHGNrM3At9Rrs0n9qOWG1isIhbQ0yEOaOZ18-z7eMAqEJp2BJMKc8FHelikXipa9N1V0d/?imgmax=800" width="350" height="460" /></a> </p> <p><font size="2">As it is promoted 3 years back when the phone was released, it truly lives up to its expectations. The phone puts the ‘R’ into RegulaR which makes it mediocrity all the more sexy and appealing to me. LOL. Am I making a good job selling my product? Anyway, I’m not sure if I think the phone is sexy just because it comes in my favorite color – orange. Also, the phone is unique because as I know, it only comes in 2 different colours which are black and red. How in the world my parents got a white with gold touches one, I don’t know but I’m lovin’ it! Definitely sets me apart from the rest, no? (Allow me my self-indulgence this once.) The candybar style and the colour combination makes it looks all the more edgy - a phone for the style-conscious.</font></p> <p><font size="2"></font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSFxbYXPmWndyVS0o8Z3JR1AOcpjfS45obDIK3SUc6v82ke7V46SXbVGzAMW6_pBPBM68OGW431sn0AEMPe0Wz5Dmd51yfxW6lrD9f8peDDa8UOpcHVPykIM-eCIwjOc_jj2H/s1600-h/IMG_2081%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2081 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2081 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXf7r_hCLI/AAAAAAAABIg/g1f9ggZVKdI/IMG_2081%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" height="460" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG5PHIbKAIfzFCw3E9kwvT2dr2XzULCBalU-qjmkJCCh1dYX4Ur-Ko0UQ7PNENejHlYkyoiAC9wexPj9_VkJnHHT_TQHM_rnrIox6ul9iVUj0LLYJNi4vwMJ5-Zzn8pQ0oRIa3/s1600-h/IMG_2090%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"><font color="#444444"></font><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2090 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2090 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgIkGnAvMOKdaq1MVG02Y4Cgw9urSCMe-d_eQrBbq60fP6v57MPctiTxqy4LG6W9hyphenhyphenlwsMYMPdjC-xnm4Rtal3Yc3rX9ZLTwDimI8CBxxDIowOwdi6KBQz2RMV__xIovea6HaW/?imgmax=800" width="350" height="460" /></a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMp4UpGEAedmsO_XqJd95-HIYryckZ3HMv1mGmHIjpQcv2txL2900VHQRlfHsmAAKYcInRPQTfiCyr6lZLKqyOGDuhhhsDW5ExGeOr4gIGot90-jYwt_ldpg780qR4_2kC637E/s1600-h/IMG_2093%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"><font color="#444444"></font><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2093 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2093 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXf92Q10BI/AAAAAAAABIw/kXTO3e8RIpk/IMG_2093%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="380" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXf-mvNQ3I/AAAAAAAABI0/EtuPGpeSkas/s1600-h/IMG_2095%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"><font color="#444444"></font><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2095 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2095 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXf_JxD8_I/AAAAAAAABI4/n1252U0nPOg/IMG_2095%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" height="460" /></a> </p> <p><font size="2">Only thing I’ve got to say is that the keypad is a tad bit small for my stubby little fingers, resulting in me constantly pressing the wrong buttons, causing more complications during texting. The entire size of the phone is unusually thin (for me) and I still need some getting used to as I constantly fear the phone will slip off my hands in my clumsy attempt of texting. The 2megapixels camera bundled together with the phone is also commendable to a certain extent considering it is after all a WalkMan phone. I’ve also grown used to the user-friendly interface of Sony Ericsson phones and it’s screen, providing a crystal clear images for the eyes.</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizVvOZTYr-9Ym8DYIXCKX3L6Lr2nWQStAgVDJEMhwUUN4mayb_3wpajsZr-FawcC_oYtCmIQAUZQq5ieUbn97NcRc7yHyCEU8OSf9HP-AtPq1e92Fpl5cE1mAAQOHLcRLaokbS/s1600-h/IMG_2098%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2098 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2098 copy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXgAEfeUDI/AAAAAAAABJA/Mw2rH_Pv0oM/IMG_2098%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="380" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFgeT1NNB7uGxnSlYkHQU5uYzWMpWXtZUM1s143OQiHbODeOUCOY9XcizQKttNzzaR_bFrcrKAO-f_f4b8CLVPDcWBIANO7d2YLERr5HVG-h9KIDLtngTtFa9B44TM7vzfnT6/s1600-h/IMG_2099%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2099 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2099 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXgBHfzITI/AAAAAAAABJI/rz3yDcOrRc4/IMG_2099%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="350" height="460" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXgBxSQeoI/AAAAAAAABJM/eJogkhJBvW8/s1600-h/IMG_2100%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2100 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2100 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwewnH4kEreBkHv4Zj1W0bXacIumH6GmE2TJR4ejFsewp3GO71MXYQw2onSAHjNWJGjy0cHQVz8BZu6ZocLub6h6QxK61w16Zw3XHkaeDAzTh8M0gsBpRf0QwYTXNAniS10wPJ/?imgmax=800" width="350" height="460" /></a></p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJe6ynmjRpBcGNQ8NUzFLv31tQ1A-ysSLha_zrxackFt9N8DG7Up_-GEJFq_1Li52nQXVoENuXTq8Z9XG5jisgZAtj8W6Ou3sWOXaHYUS9qFq1rLgDTvHzCgIXGyLnmbBr3Ss/s1600-h/IMG_2108%20copy%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="IMG_2108 copy" border="0" alt="IMG_2108 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SfXgD06op3I/AAAAAAAABJY/Wl9WaNmUGKo/IMG_2108%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="500" height="380" /></a>  </p> <p><font size="2">Certainly came a long way, haven’t I? Thanks mom and dad. Oh, by the way, all the phones are still in working condition and are still under my keep. =)</font></p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-89304535401905118392009-03-29T21:16:00.001+08:002009-03-29T21:20:47.630+08:00Right or Wrong?<p>So the other day, I went for confessions at church, as I always do before Easters and Christmases. The one thing that the father told me when I was done with my confessing was that I had a huge “catalogue” (of sins) which is only natural for someone like me. But that’s not the point. In relation to that, the other thing that the father mentioned was that I had a good amount of self-awareness in my head. Meaning, I am self-conscious about my sins and what not – which I took as a compliment at first but had trouble grappling with it later on in the car.</p> <p>See, I do sin a lot (if not more than the average man) and most of the time, I realize that I’ve done wrong only after doing them. In other words, I guess I can say I don’t think before I do something, which doesn’t help me avoiding from doing bad things. So I wonder, do having having an awareness after that and telling myself that I’ve done wrong help in anyway? I do give out a little pray of pardon whenever this occurs. Does it make my sins any less heavy if I were to detect them primarily after doing them? Does it make me less of a sinner when I practice conscience in my actions?</p> <p>Gee. I really don’t know, but I sure do hope so.</p> <p>Same goes to the matter of greed, or rather, gluttony to be more specific. I am a self-proclaimed glutton after all. In my understanding, a glutton is usually referred to someone who gorges himself with an overwhelming amount of food out of the sheer want of achieving that satisfaction during eating, regardless of whether he is hungry or not. And most of the time, the food involved are more or less rare to come by. I am guilty of the above at times. I mean, c’mon, the word glutton can almost be spelled as obese nowadays, dontcha think?</p> <p>But, can someone still be called a glutton if his ravaging are for the things that are rather unlikely for a glutton to ravage on? For instance, tofu products and greens and beans? I’ve always had a high regard for tofu products even before I began eating greens and beans and have only realized how different the westerners have their view on this. Which makes me wonder, is it a crime to be greedy on peasant food like tofu? Food that is clearly frowned upon (let alone) stereotyped by people. To be frank, I really do love tofu and its products and will not hesitate on finishing them if ever the chance occurs. Now, does that make me a greedy person (glutton) or can I be considered humble?</p> <p>For the record, I’ve never found any connections with abalones or any other similar food that are considered rich-people-food from where I come from.</p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-20226085529463007142009-03-16T23:30:00.001+08:002009-03-16T23:30:14.012+08:00OMG Latest iPod Shuffle<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/Sb5wfZv8nkI/AAAAAAAABH8/iLhnzxjxckM/s1600-h/ipodshuffle%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="ipodshuffle" border="0" alt="ipodshuffle" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5RgJONRT0zUdtW-mc1Fbr4jaunA7UVMcl-13UX3Cc6uD6k_CvOK2rivAtvvzfcywuAzHGOrMkFLDQoSL4o3BK9qIG5dhpBOJfiQnhsr-XAi16URxbS2_F-P0sBIYPUx-89UG/?imgmax=800" width="484" height="364" /></a> </p> <p>Sometimes, for such a prestigious company who churns out omg-oh-so-good-looking products all the time, it’s amazing how Apple can seriously conjure a good level of hostility towards its own brand name. Coming up with new products is one thing, probably agreeable by nature but to keep using the old products and keep improving on them, now that’s something which just makes me feel brings out the envy and dissatisfaction in me.</p> <p>I mean, c’mon! </p> <p>Not only did they find the dire need to improve their range of laptops, resulting in one of the most slimmest laptops in the world ever made that I’ve come to know, they also took into much consideration and detailing into improving their range of iPods, now creating a tinier, slimmer and more attractive iPods. And in their process of constant improvement, they just had to rub it in everyone’s face with their ultra-sleek, edgy, minimalistic, clean, clear-cut and oh-so-glossy-and-shiny design, deliberately splashing it and applying them onto all their products.</p> <p>Oh, did I mention, Apple also manages to bring the price down with every new and improved release of its older products. Ask KennySia! Though, all their prices still remains unaffordable to me. But at this rate their going, I wouldn’t be surprised if they started giving away free iPods or MacBook Airs by the year 2010.</p> <p>You know, I’ve always admired and drooled over Apple’s simplistic approach to everything and yet managing to keep them equally as sophisticated but this might just have pushed the envelope. What I’m trying to say is, do they really need to go “improving” mode on the iPod shuffle? </p> <p>The iPod Shuffle, probably one of the most affordable products to mere mortals like me, Apple has ever launched, has now turned smaller and sleeker and also now comes with a bigger capacity (4GB) and comes with a <em>renewed</em> price no doubt. Not only that, Apple is introducing a new innovation packaged with the iPod Shuffle as well, the VoiceOver where a voice speaks out the details of a song. Plus, the new buttons attached to the earphones are so much more convenient.</p> <p>Damn, listen to me. I’m helplessly falling for one of Apple’s gimmicks again! Oh Apple, why did you have to take your own products and make it better? Now it only makes my 1GB old iPod Shuffle looks bad. Not to mention the wear and tear effect I’ve made on it over the years. I want the oh-so-shiny new iPod Shuffle! It’s inevitable, Apple can really score with their marketing gimmick and I am one falling for it, no matter how much I tell myself that I don’t need it or how much I try to make myself hate it.</p> Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-53616393688629031592009-03-14T01:15:00.002+08:002009-03-14T01:27:47.351+08:00GOssip Party in The Park<p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So a couple of weeks back, GOssip had it’s final phase of the entire project which was the Party In The Park and I was part of it.</span></div> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBn5P8xaKO2w-MGNfjj5jvgDYcVsfYjmcl72zpE6-KzssFb4zwtSEkUdLSqceR6oDSL_9OvnJE9aR6FSazyC6VAwtNwKC5h6wNLoPwDWg-CZacMMvqRzWy7FdiDd3WOICICNm/s1600-h/IMG_1123%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1123 copy" alt="IMG_1123 copy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqU9JEJHMI/AAAAAAAABGI/E3YlzUeVNgA/IMG_1123%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="368" width="484" /></span></a></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> I arrived there pretty early upon orders from superiors and invited bands were having their sound-check sessions. During that time, helpers like me were given briefing on our jobs for the rest of the day. </span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdxVE9DFM42I3P0dl3jsYeEK9a_PmryMGjr7YEmzgHpzEzuNSo9iAtHJZXIzJoeaC0KaqXSffp5BFrf9LitMFbQlFpa6pj5kRIeresi6vr7TZqIUH2RbwrwyllH0nx4dHEvYhV/s1600-h/IMG_1133%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1133 copy" alt="IMG_1133 copy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVAe94CHI/AAAAAAAABGQ/avtvSYQGio4/IMG_1133%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="368" width="484" /></span></a></span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVBUXtr2I/AAAAAAAABGU/dXFhVDO4Tr4/s1600-h/IMG_1158%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1158 copy" alt="IMG_1158 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVC744VJI/AAAAAAAABGY/yMrbyyBCwL8/IMG_1158%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="444" width="338" /></span></a></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Most of us were assigned to the PS3 Challenge booth, which automatically allows us to play with them sexy gadgets before it’s open to public.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVEC3hESI/AAAAAAAABGc/A1xVllU1IoI/s1600-h/IMG_1160%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1160 copy" alt="IMG_1160 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVFYLBvpI/AAAAAAAABGg/whypIIYUQlM/IMG_1160%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="444" width="338" /></span></a></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVGQo8qnI/AAAAAAAABGk/LeIP18ucdX0/s1600-h/IMG_1163%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1163 copy" alt="IMG_1163 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0OMKOgbNx8p54a8Hf1aHUJQ0DthYceCVPs2ABbDZ6K2YpA8u9BUQsDXGJV43D3dWgqUOf-tjGYSyHgg3hULXH_Wux_-W4ZG9xol69vUoraL3j9seXkZUwPzvLlrBpljgUet0/?imgmax=800" border="0" height="368" width="484" /></span></a></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeun4nZ4jKxuMguXwW6taxXY24Qpv4EktBl0GLtjQW0_KbUcZytT4HuFa7IF-AniCktK0u9p4kW4UqI0ZN_Z6AF8sTVneKyCCR6OYktofPt_xvfCCAK2QPHhXkmam2zoqKP34/s1600-h/IMG_1178%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1178 copy" alt="IMG_1178 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QbR22akIDkFrdEcCsfmcxax-Je1au7b32kruym3CWSIMQFCsz-l5iEODsX9lRAj1jTn_YVqIr1c4-dbwKSsdxPCXjlmsW2dWUR4FHZi291dZ3zVy_tvKj_kJo0DbKl-F-VM5/?imgmax=800" border="0" height="444" width="338" /></span></a></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">All meals were provided from the organizing company (SummerSands) and we were served pizza for all meals as Dominoes Pizza were one of the sponsors. We had plenty of pizzas left at the end of the day. Wonder where they all went after the event.</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIOWmFRHrmwOcvSiMTv3dSfk0R0QsYyk1hEydHhTevxg6Gj7jDNdCU0CJA-X14xm0mvA6tk6hyphenhyphen821qWVdn70DTKK7V_62nz_mLSboLZFnptk8piEMQ8hH7c82E0TARBnannA4L/s1600-h/IMG_1228%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1228 copy" alt="IMG_1228 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVOQWm0OI/AAAAAAAABG4/dmIltSSbDbM/IMG_1228%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="368" width="484" /></span></a></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVPyLaZNI/AAAAAAAABG8/zRbx0eKpdWQ/s1600-h/IMG_1291%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1291 copy" alt="IMG_1291 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVR8IMkdI/AAAAAAAABHA/JCRMqW4kADY/IMG_1291%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="368" width="484" /></span></a></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVYwgt5xI/AAAAAAAABHI/V07UTexVLzM/s1600-h/IMG_1307%20copy%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1307 copy" alt="IMG_1307 copy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVas1enuI/AAAAAAAABHM/-qBiPHCXdcs/IMG_1307%20copy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="444" width="338" /></a></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Throughout the entire day, the stage was opened for performance from various Indie Bands who have signed up prior to the event. We had loads of entertainers occupying the stage the whole time until the sun set – and that’s when the big shots come in.</span></p> <p align="center"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVb8SXK8I/AAAAAAAABHQ/SoD1502FVXI/s1600-h/IMG_1328%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1328 copy" alt="IMG_1328 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVdVRmJaI/AAAAAAAABHU/NZupKEm83Yk/IMG_1328%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="444" width="338" /></span></a></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Big local acts like Altered Frequency, Pure Vibracion and such were brought in to perform throughout the night. A wonderfully diversed display of local acts, I would say. Though, I must say I was <strike>completely clueless</strike> a bit unfamiliar with the local names, thus the mellowed down anticipation from my side.</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqCcw2pAmQIFVyzfLfoNOl2-OKr-cQBbCX9jQaBYB9z4It7d9YgnIX1xXZtjU8ztHjhqT-NzRk5advWNfMv_seTgdizvzXSewxTj6e9YTrDtnw4PvRolR8YvlF5gnS-fBj0m8/s1600-h/IMG_1330%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1330 copy" alt="IMG_1330 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3E8ypZDZjD6Gx8__VJLXhJRBd26pxmQ1__Mz_vXU0UZ4NdXoUu7jhio3ekrwaukKL1U-5YKF6_GbQK5UiIqH1FAgengz65-UhDq3k5_MuuHbybYY1jicQdiYdpl_N3YfVo1pX/?imgmax=800" border="0" height="368" width="484" /></span></a></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVilhZBuI/AAAAAAAABHg/cB7f5QOJ4HQ/s1600-h/IMG_1334%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1334 copy" alt="IMG_1334 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVkRtOZEI/AAAAAAAABHk/1rwAhR_jqU0/IMG_1334%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="444" width="338" /></span></a></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVl89wZlI/AAAAAAAABHo/QAb-HRY9aes/s1600-h/IMG_1342%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1342 copy" alt="IMG_1342 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZa8DXY17l8DN0JzjYc50PKNKcNN82khIn2nYZrp7ZRMKGna48lwrHwF_hfY2596Olhug3DAmfGWDwxkXAP15ontYLoqECKuWWgeXGd3TBxlT3J0_Ct84xaeNXEP1oQ40ym7cN/?imgmax=800" border="0" height="444" width="338" /></span></a></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjR2NxV8XRQyujIddVg_iNniKuerKV1qKTrEJHFx615agJqugD-MpglxUhelp_jeCrcQx4fvwkF5g5uBv0v15s9mLU-dH_dOt2_XlbgOmmr0I19cbqrDK2SXvlVnDYN4dArFZo/s1600-h/IMG_1341%20copy%5B2%5D.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1341 copy" alt="IMG_1341 copy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVp-LRGGI/AAAAAAAABH0/hZmMoz9Of70/IMG_1341%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="368" width="484" /></span></a></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1362 copy" alt="IMG_1362 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SbqVq-AAvdI/AAAAAAAABH4/iH3Vp1ga4lM/IMG_1362%20copy%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" height="444" width="338" /></span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Apart from that, I think I had a reasonably enjoyable time and definitely memorable night with the entertainment, the event itself, and especially the people I was working with. The dancing among the GOssip agents were awesome, that’s for sure.</span></p>Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-85236905959939349552009-02-21T00:22:00.002+08:002009-02-21T00:34:07.897+08:00CNY : More Visiting and Posing<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGovwEsgR6vjsgdcdOEVw2G5hC-ajMqJpM8abrS2MQ96kRgosU-rCZcmmet88dVGu8idoQkJwMFa-Jv5WhBJV9UNginChPdBSnyu8p7vxsszyQGVKYimPMVgtSA5HV85b0dtoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0968%20copy%5B13%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 482px; height: 365px;" title="IMG_0968 copy" alt="IMG_0968 copy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SZ7Y-OQWSwI/AAAAAAAABE4/POWfzSD14AA/IMG_0968%20copy_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" /></a> Started the 3rd day of the Lunar New Year visiting houses of relatives and friends.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SZ7Y_Ii4fHI/AAAAAAAABE8/BjaJOcOTR9M/s1600-h/IMG_0976%20copy%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 467px; height: 355px;" title="IMG_0976 copy" alt="IMG_0976 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzn6zxPM96llZ_90R2aA1lbWzOI5YO4P3taTWh85SAwmx67T_IwslN1qayh0NEdYYZQ1Qi4yt-OZGaZg_en9yxchLCEHHu5PiRefYAFUfjKiDXw_KIiOnyDo-RyjSiT2pq1433/?imgmax=800" border="0" /></a> Naturally, after devouring other people’s cookies and sweet delicacies, we sit down and pose for the camera on a tripod.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SZ7ZBlZQf3I/AAAAAAAABFE/tIxgZHWC4qo/s1600-h/IMG_0982%20copy%5B10%5D.jpg"><u></u><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; width: 480px; height: 364px;" title="IMG_0982 copy" alt="IMG_0982 copy" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SZ7ZC8mR5oI/AAAAAAAABFI/JK-w0w0sS-Y/IMG_0982%20copy_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" /></a> They want to join in the fun too! I mean, c’mon, who doesn’t like having their picture taken? The ones who denies it are liars.</p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sfrsp7ByB0tigb1j0wfxlzeDdkH4kcCpXB4SKD5yA3Ej5N9yexyPZ_Q7kZ3PTnzaSWzt2Ak0Z-HB-7c1j5B9T-L8drwsTOHwD6GyeK3mFiHFFA906JC1cTmcd1eLL8pFWpd_/s1600-h/IMG_0996%20copy%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0996 copy" alt="IMG_0996 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyHJ8kwzQ1Yx9JNo68VfJx1r5lmZFVI15S-5n98TmXaFSizFo537o7RoeEa0PA139QBqB5RciC0yJo_9oH0BbL1setjz-rP4fUh4305cd52ST2CQ4lf4HDcYp8kG9oiihFfIXj/?imgmax=800" width="368" border="0" height="484" /></a> In the meantime, some of us inane humans feel the utter need of posing in the middle of the road, under the scorching sun. Anything for that perfect shot, isn’t it?</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SZ7ZGMZS_4I/AAAAAAAABFU/2Z1EqPFuXEs/s1600-h/IMG_1002%20copy%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1002 copy" alt="IMG_1002 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxw6fBKBN-sFhEtH9cu2s7MFEScH5g4bCl00oOXfCsE3CFP4UjWb5tveV0tLTTn6obXXW9wyA3BoXZWnGHgJi8ATufdD3cWbpqErLm32kIuYaFXgXvemGVhyhogiYRE2Ndnl4D/?imgmax=800" width="368" border="0" height="484" /></a>And yet, still find it irresistible to face away from the camera even when we’re cramped pack in the elevator.</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SZ7ZID5PHDI/AAAAAAAABFc/MR9OLOf4hLI/s1600-h/IMG_1023%20copy%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1023 copy" alt="IMG_1023 copy" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7n9SIgvkA66etuuvus7XbZOwOFH1jARcaFXoYZhu57CslgSE9ixV-mH09iIgPYNyw_ttAY3MoS44-swMUZ9jXO6jYXWJhcZIFxy7YIFgvCgRI1HMx1bp4656Wg2_ut5TiT9nK/?imgmax=800" width="368" border="0" height="484" /></a></p> <p align="center"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKCkG4JyTCO95OL2EHh_UMI3W9lEHkWAQEVF-hVsflDF0AYHLE7wQ60Mty8vbxvHkAkPZIJARVAoPD_oIbxTmR4UAgjwf-7fEKCpaxqG_HRtsnSd3_aSbIocpNc5VLkdZMvIHN/s1600-h/IMG_1026%20copy%5B10%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1026 copy" alt="IMG_1026 copy" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SZ7ZLfgYmRI/AAAAAAAABFo/H85dSiILmtc/IMG_1026%20copy_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="368" border="0" height="484" /></a> Decided to have McDonald’s for lunch, since we were on our feet already, before proceeded to visit more houses!</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SZ7ZNPQzjYI/AAAAAAAABFs/7WqtWyGPCrc/s1600-h/IMG_1039%20copy%5B13%5D.jpg"><img style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_1039 copy" alt="IMG_1039 copy" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OjBVpd6zmiA/SZ7ZOB_btyI/AAAAAAAABFw/KuQ1ExizuOw/IMG_1039%20copy_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="368" border="0" height="484" /></a></p>Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-19541742249080622642009-02-17T19:12:00.003+08:002009-02-17T19:32:30.221+08:00Changing.I'm going for something new. After having mom and dad suggest it and actually pestering me to do it. Of course, they say that parent's aren't the best people to go for fashion advice but I'm taking a chance.<br /><br />I'm letting my hair grow.<br /><br />Yes, to <span style="font-style: italic;">change</span>.<br /><br />Just feel like getting something new. Oh, who knows what it's going to turn out looking like. It's been 3 years since I actually hair that could be shaped and styled up. I'm sure I'd have to forgo things like falling asleep anywhere without a bother of the hair or waking up and looking messy or going out with a t-shirt and jeans and still look kept together. Back to the old days, I suppose. Crap, there's still that hair-growing period which will definitely make me look ridiculous that I have to go through.<br /><br />Nonetheless, I'm still giving it a try. After all, I can always shave it away and go back having military hair.<br /><br />In contrast, to think about it, other people (KennySia?) are shaving their hair away for a good cause while I'm doing the opposite. <span style="font-style: italic;">Hmph</span>.Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10439680.post-84139337378637406742009-02-14T00:41:00.005+08:002009-02-14T01:12:49.319+08:00CNY : More Tripod Fun.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXF6BDDedMt31FctthMZhaQ530TidkHrcjHFnCOKhMvWMFyumh1WpmJa2aM4SOAGmS_a9O7XWgXrR9dT0TvUH7jZ1RbULbXquTIJvMV_t500GSOtcJbljfRGxYQ5kSfXTyn5c/s1600-h/IMG_0659+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQXF6BDDedMt31FctthMZhaQ530TidkHrcjHFnCOKhMvWMFyumh1WpmJa2aM4SOAGmS_a9O7XWgXrR9dT0TvUH7jZ1RbULbXquTIJvMV_t500GSOtcJbljfRGxYQ5kSfXTyn5c/s400/IMG_0659+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302326146381841938" border="0" /></a>Started off the 2nd day of Chinese New Year at apoh's with plenty of eating, drinking and gambling.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzkyzQu934qyQ7P6nRmBIYgjWs_4CqiekZD57xZJs1Mq9nUdJOTYzTI9s4KbbA38pKeKjnsE2oQxoU2Bu9E4o-pAlLzxOcQR9EGvlsugugT0I57s7tBfueB2qQGA5XfTqFzzu/s1600-h/IMG_0707+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzkyzQu934qyQ7P6nRmBIYgjWs_4CqiekZD57xZJs1Mq9nUdJOTYzTI9s4KbbA38pKeKjnsE2oQxoU2Bu9E4o-pAlLzxOcQR9EGvlsugugT0I57s7tBfueB2qQGA5XfTqFzzu/s400/IMG_0707+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302326141571752770" border="0" /></a>It didn't take long before we started posing again for my camera standing on a miserable tripod while waiting for the lion dance troupe to come by the house.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhgeHQV2UV9vTyF0vZstz5WokyH1QPEMxFplS9087R-XxbrfmMudWZmIeaioU4MNkVOclzb9ENO3s5-XOc5LWY9W-tnvwMw3zPINKPlpkgUCoRpp9RB7dU3aRWM1Gg5YVab0C/s1600-h/IMG_0730+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJhgeHQV2UV9vTyF0vZstz5WokyH1QPEMxFplS9087R-XxbrfmMudWZmIeaioU4MNkVOclzb9ENO3s5-XOc5LWY9W-tnvwMw3zPINKPlpkgUCoRpp9RB7dU3aRWM1Gg5YVab0C/s400/IMG_0730+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302326131449373346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5f7VGySuGaYukHjMEHkDjaw9oQoybRlQQ8qF-TRL5725Pe14Go-gwNgvuQaOsg2UXYKoKVGBRybEK5oOH7V1kMOxt4kEL_AWvjjvDg_xbVpDhAGm4BeOlMnm6Q3WWNYKY-44J/s1600-h/IMG_0732+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5f7VGySuGaYukHjMEHkDjaw9oQoybRlQQ8qF-TRL5725Pe14Go-gwNgvuQaOsg2UXYKoKVGBRybEK5oOH7V1kMOxt4kEL_AWvjjvDg_xbVpDhAGm4BeOlMnm6Q3WWNYKY-44J/s400/IMG_0732+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302326129312040226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoy7Y3ZrJHnu1tkTDeAzn0ndO2p9BxCI5JL8-XuZLx5uHqQp450ALAtbDROf6imEQv2AmaBIzT300EuQJ9qzlLSUlY6JB_SLjOVVGrHvfflzIdF1wFqE1tZIqvQPSqK6FikGW/s1600-h/IMG_0746+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMoy7Y3ZrJHnu1tkTDeAzn0ndO2p9BxCI5JL8-XuZLx5uHqQp450ALAtbDROf6imEQv2AmaBIzT300EuQJ9qzlLSUlY6JB_SLjOVVGrHvfflzIdF1wFqE1tZIqvQPSqK6FikGW/s400/IMG_0746+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302326129448213426" border="0" /></a>Yes, we're really full of ourselves, verging on narcissistic and we really love having our pictures taken.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyd-zDaWoQ7wKqwPZW7Dq2-NNDCr94FgKvyNQVyYH-Ax5xdUoxPTOrz91QuWASLJAZiqafgOAaixqhtykUVIGA5OwDZGtkFOBbjFjy_Pm_q-n6rWs6jqFZbDgvJkenxXbG9x2/s1600-h/IMG_0756+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyd-zDaWoQ7wKqwPZW7Dq2-NNDCr94FgKvyNQVyYH-Ax5xdUoxPTOrz91QuWASLJAZiqafgOAaixqhtykUVIGA5OwDZGtkFOBbjFjy_Pm_q-n6rWs6jqFZbDgvJkenxXbG9x2/s400/IMG_0756+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302325068794543474" border="0" /></a>After a long wait, it finally came and the children were excited as hell to see it. No surprise, as it only comes once a year. Talk about anticipation.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdCbyCqAIBXMdSqarzjeXCbQW7xdHQPm3zgZBscJJ1ZLM5bcygI9T0MnPvY5RJPQexpHGydKEtxYK45ZqZg2PcXA1_uobEq1XcJ1EvhjWegQ22vseEF3GqPioCU-DQulSy7dQ/s1600-h/IMG_0759+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdCbyCqAIBXMdSqarzjeXCbQW7xdHQPm3zgZBscJJ1ZLM5bcygI9T0MnPvY5RJPQexpHGydKEtxYK45ZqZg2PcXA1_uobEq1XcJ1EvhjWegQ22vseEF3GqPioCU-DQulSy7dQ/s400/IMG_0759+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302325062627714594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibw2xqX3w6IUVyjqPWPivu0EkkOXGwp4afCURXyX1hO4FXuB-HSp-3klC3ueCaStYl7bB4S-R0bZ_Fw_X9TC-I0oy_UvIai58SXgai_Y9DMRHeLz2fOC0-mo27CEQ6rGGfZprq/s1600-h/IMG_0765+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibw2xqX3w6IUVyjqPWPivu0EkkOXGwp4afCURXyX1hO4FXuB-HSp-3klC3ueCaStYl7bB4S-R0bZ_Fw_X9TC-I0oy_UvIai58SXgai_Y9DMRHeLz2fOC0-mo27CEQ6rGGfZprq/s400/IMG_0765+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302325056154481314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivI22XbLqzTJ7tFZAcfO90kZ4RFDx63a7Q2oOBlKC5Os_FbZB6BpbipNr4VfkwRtTlzhZ5191TA5Ycpw3itUgEXflsBJK2PCGlLeSlbzf7qVuTawj9K4lH6BG9yOiR7JCvWBD4/s1600-h/IMG_0774+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivI22XbLqzTJ7tFZAcfO90kZ4RFDx63a7Q2oOBlKC5Os_FbZB6BpbipNr4VfkwRtTlzhZ5191TA5Ycpw3itUgEXflsBJK2PCGlLeSlbzf7qVuTawj9K4lH6BG9yOiR7JCvWBD4/s400/IMG_0774+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302325049500130194" border="0" /></a>Managed to get a group shot of everyone there then, this year - thanks to the tripod after all. Not a perfect shot, but at least it's something, given the rush of the moment.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoc__s_QpEyZVomje79nZiv61lguhibH7ZatLhMRRniaH270ybJ0HNc29gVu5Ql66lXXv2EzjvKn_Abj87xXaT9RY71E_qhxbuuHvsHBJWHbfYIKJO2O9QEbZiP_dyj5LxKFm/s1600-h/IMG_0784+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoc__s_QpEyZVomje79nZiv61lguhibH7ZatLhMRRniaH270ybJ0HNc29gVu5Ql66lXXv2EzjvKn_Abj87xXaT9RY71E_qhxbuuHvsHBJWHbfYIKJO2O9QEbZiP_dyj5LxKFm/s400/IMG_0784+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302325048477604914" border="0" /></a>Carried on the day with our annual visit of relatives living in hills and mountaintops, where electricity is a far cry from home. Then again, it's a once a year affair, reason enough to bear it.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XcpoToFWfjiABQv1d0GwUpQboOCQ6hUEx5kjqM8ksPu7TmkmEY3hBAot5EOH1QodlMQlmZaM731F7GveMi8CXLOUWWOuSOCqTL2lkBSO5UhsJ8R0QeECD3ZO-uh9WGm48F7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0793+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XcpoToFWfjiABQv1d0GwUpQboOCQ6hUEx5kjqM8ksPu7TmkmEY3hBAot5EOH1QodlMQlmZaM731F7GveMi8CXLOUWWOuSOCqTL2lkBSO5UhsJ8R0QeECD3ZO-uh9WGm48F7Y/s400/IMG_0793+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302324067761236434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaV8tB-GX76NYHpHpR5PdGxyoH9Cz7ixPtvMCT_BLpvcroGITuqVtgKQJTsXAkzVdWvis3fUXQZschU_Eh95V9nXsPSCSTbHtuIrF2R-ey-CDVBaW2EsVpUnZ6146wQ5fXW62J/s1600-h/IMG_0801+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaV8tB-GX76NYHpHpR5PdGxyoH9Cz7ixPtvMCT_BLpvcroGITuqVtgKQJTsXAkzVdWvis3fUXQZschU_Eh95V9nXsPSCSTbHtuIrF2R-ey-CDVBaW2EsVpUnZ6146wQ5fXW62J/s400/IMG_0801+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302324057072283154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbyRzVg54nt8WonJpCFQk3xNWkfxVArcFsohl2b_d2DXrMDmppzGbijlM37OraEUjB1U6puwFLDFvE-SCzGpL7VOGMHZJlfXykSMD8fPMKkjou925hh8_rBly3eeS5OVXkAsK/s1600-h/IMG_0814+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbyRzVg54nt8WonJpCFQk3xNWkfxVArcFsohl2b_d2DXrMDmppzGbijlM37OraEUjB1U6puwFLDFvE-SCzGpL7VOGMHZJlfXykSMD8fPMKkjou925hh8_rBly3eeS5OVXkAsK/s400/IMG_0814+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302324048869736098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRy3w5QElvz0Pc111K89aQAJEQEmOGFMz7PsLrIVeCFfwhEjBERm-nbTFuby4gVxnB9OeEMQmaNBFNDbpdhfNIUg9e4Rqp8xH1WH4PxyS55H0_d54Q3ZE6zH1aSBcAU-UP6G8/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioRy3w5QElvz0Pc111K89aQAJEQEmOGFMz7PsLrIVeCFfwhEjBERm-nbTFuby4gVxnB9OeEMQmaNBFNDbpdhfNIUg9e4Rqp8xH1WH4PxyS55H0_d54Q3ZE6zH1aSBcAU-UP6G8/s400/IMG_0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302324022616550418" border="0" /></a>We <s>came, we saw, we conquered</s> camwhored like crazy and trashed the place up before leaving, savagely emptying stacks of boxed drinks and packets and cans of tidbits. Oh, and collected <span style="font-style: italic;">angpaus</span> as well!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9Z4GDZCdnNtEqoFJvbqPhyc9NulL7UBFyhyphenhyphen7niGsRc9wdgOf2vxzfjG7d0KhsTIASqZnn_p9sYvZ3hJ3p5CvNYw3euqW9DQR5wBTyB2f4t3ufJ7N9pcpCAhox-gayq8BqMsi/s1600-h/IMG_0861+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9Z4GDZCdnNtEqoFJvbqPhyc9NulL7UBFyhyphenhyphen7niGsRc9wdgOf2vxzfjG7d0KhsTIASqZnn_p9sYvZ3hJ3p5CvNYw3euqW9DQR5wBTyB2f4t3ufJ7N9pcpCAhox-gayq8BqMsi/s400/IMG_0861+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302323998807986610" border="0" /></a>And like every year, the one advantage of visiting these folks in the suburbs is that we get to put a hell load of explosives without getting into trouble (the sound is subdued and absorbed by the forest and the trees the house is surrounded by). Only thing this year, a young and innocent banana tree was the casualty.<br /></div>Matt. K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06229632342933396002noreply@blogger.com0