<?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-27324298</id><updated>2011-10-07T23:56:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of the Dragon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-6584558419490078007</id><published>2011-10-03T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:46:10.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palmistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Recently i'm having this sudden interest in Palmistry. Bought&amp;nbsp;a couple of books (2 to be exact) to understand what those lines on my hand are trying to tell me. Who knows may i can be the next Master Long...hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are pretty hard to read though. There are a lot of fine lines runing here and there and some lines are missing. I'm trying to understand&amp;nbsp;the events that i'm going through in my life now, and whether it&amp;nbsp;is reflected&amp;nbsp;in my hand&amp;nbsp;lines, be it in relationship, carreer &amp;amp; where i'm heading in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to start praticisng my amatuer skill on family and friends. Think i need to a more advance book. Cos i discover that there are some unique lines in that doesn't seem to have explanation in these 2 books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, remember that you determine your own fate. Your lines are there to show you the potential things/event that may happen&amp;nbsp;if you continue with your current way of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-6584558419490078007?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/6584558419490078007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=6584558419490078007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6584558419490078007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6584558419490078007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2011/10/palmistry.html' title='Palmistry'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-7827761822754932126</id><published>2011-10-03T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:34:59.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings in between</title><content type='html'>I'm now enjoying a bit of life. The life of a tai tai so to speak. Not working, well temporary. but the days seem to pass even faster compared to if i was working.&lt;br /&gt;Daily routine:&lt;br /&gt;10am - wake up (set my alarm at 9am but i was to lazy to wake up)&lt;br /&gt;10.30am - read newspaper&lt;br /&gt;12noon - had simple lunch (sometimes i will meet up with friends or sometimes i will cook simple meals at home)&lt;br /&gt;1pm - check emails &amp;amp; facebook&lt;br /&gt;3pm - watch some movies&lt;br /&gt;6pm - wait for prince charming to come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occassionally i will cook. and every alternate day i will wash and hang clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Life is bliss for now until my next job comes along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-7827761822754932126?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/7827761822754932126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=7827761822754932126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/7827761822754932126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/7827761822754932126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2011/10/ramblings-in-between.html' title='Ramblings in between'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-2696001581888837412</id><published>2011-01-09T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:32:49.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>After spending almost 2 yrs to convince yours truly and spend the next 6mths searching for a house, finally we found it. Sealed the deal in March 2010&lt;br /&gt;Criteria for the house:&lt;br /&gt;1) must be in PJ&lt;br /&gt;2) Landed property&lt;br /&gt;3) Budget: RM 420k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;1) must be in PJ - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Landed property - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Budget: RM 420k - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exceeded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;criteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hse cost me RM 500k and it's consider one of the cheapest at that time.&lt;br /&gt;we spent another RM 100k to renovate ot back to good condition and furnished it.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to move in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-2696001581888837412?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/2696001581888837412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=2696001581888837412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/2696001581888837412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/2696001581888837412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-7937157553756779077</id><published>2010-10-17T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T01:02:29.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad beginnings</title><content type='html'>My new job in L hasn't been exactly smooth sailing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new boss which join a mth later than me is the worst (worst that in H).  She's a real tai chi master, doesn't know her stuff, rude, grumpy and has a face like pao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During working hours, she will be walking here and there, talking to ppl, forever asking ppl whether there's food to eat, and never works late cos she has nothing to do. Left and right hand also cacat cos she need to send back the file to me to remove a 'star' from the chart. gawddd.....such laziness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-7937157553756779077?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/7937157553756779077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=7937157553756779077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/7937157553756779077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/7937157553756779077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-beginnings.html' title='bad beginnings'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-5693800718498024048</id><published>2009-11-25T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:07:30.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m finally resigning.....there are 2 main reasons for that.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, favouritism to the blue-eyed boy (yea, i’ve complain about him before for good at tai chi’ing). How come he has a laptop and i don’t have? How come he doesn’t get as many projects as i do? Why his plan was never questioned? Is his plan better?  I doubt so. Just becos he handles the bigger brands  which comprises  55% of the company’s biz.  I’m tired of proving myself . cos i know i’m definitely much BETTER than him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, a boss which is too scared to provoke his own boss in the fear that he will not be favoured. So he rather play along and be his good right hand man. Eg1. We were told to plan our leave so i plan my honeymoon 6 mths earlier. My honeymoon was forced to delayed becos his boss was not sure which date is his meeting was. Imagine the hassle that i had to go through to get the next date for my honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;Eg2. My last notice date.  The new company is willing to buy me out and yet my absent minded boss forgot to tell his boss about it. And he didn’t want to trouble himself to go into his room again in case this may infuriate his boss. Thus he decided that he will get an early release for me. But he made it as though he is doing me a BIG favour by allowing me for my early release.  So he put in conditions like “if you finish this job and this job, i will tell boss that you have completed your job and is alright for you to leave earlier”. oh, and to cover for his absent-mindedness, he said “if your new company is sincere, they will offer you earlier so that you can tender earlier and get to leave the company within the notice period.”  I found out later that his boss is ok for me to leave earlier and the decision on my last date lies with my boss . What an ASSHOLE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-5693800718498024048?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/5693800718498024048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=5693800718498024048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5693800718498024048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5693800718498024048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2009/11/resignation.html' title='Resignation'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-7057237090674954049</id><published>2009-10-23T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:38:27.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel part 1</title><content type='html'>A lady lie in bed with tears rolling down my cheek, wonder why this man has changed. There are no longer laughter and humour in the house and in replace, frequent shouting and words battering. Other than that, pure silence in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who is not willing to utter the word ‘I’m sorry’. A lady who thinks her husband is too arrogant to hug her and say let things be by-gones  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lie in the bed thinking whether she has made a mistake in marrying this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the future holds for her with this man?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-7057237090674954049?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/7057237090674954049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=7057237090674954049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/7057237090674954049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/7057237090674954049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2009/10/novel-part-1.html' title='Novel part 1'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-4557585490665246685</id><published>2009-05-07T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:18:32.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Pink Nose &amp; Moey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlji7gKxr4/SgKmF_mtSrI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xubrsq8LYTk/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333007530663430834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlji7gKxr4/SgKmF_mtSrI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xubrsq8LYTk/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Moey (right)&amp;amp; Pink Nose (left). This pic was taken when we celebrate a bday for a coll. She owns Pink nose and i own Moey. So we all celebrate her bday together-gether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pink nose was named bcos......well the bunny has a pink nose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moey was supposed to be Slow Mo cos it's a snail but i couldn't get the name registered in the website as it has been used.  Hence, Moey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-4557585490665246685?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/4557585490665246685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=4557585490665246685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/4557585490665246685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/4557585490665246685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2009/05/meet-pink-nose-moey.html' title='Meet Pink Nose &amp; Moey'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlji7gKxr4/SgKmF_mtSrI/AAAAAAAAABE/Xubrsq8LYTk/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-5457568090810837851</id><published>2009-05-03T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:01:50.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new toy</title><content type='html'>Just bought my first GPS (Garmin Nuvi 255W) for RM 1150. My sense of direction has always been "non-existant", except for going to work and back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing some research on which company to buy from. Did found a website which sold the same model for RM  1070 but i was a bit worried on the warranty as they did not state it in their website. Lefta message there but i gues it was a weekend and nobody worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So determine to test the unit before purchasing it, i went to Digital Mall in Sec 14. Wasn't too difficult to find the  Garmin shop, located on the right hand side of the main entrance. This shop claims to be the only Authourized Distributor by Garmin.  Was quite happy with the unit even though it is more expensive by RM 80 so hubby said 'buy" (bday present from hubby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home eagerly to tear open the box. Surprisingly there was no warranty card. Maybe just need to register ito online. The manual were too simple. No instructions on how long you need to charge the unit. Tried looking for the simulation function but didn't know how. Realize that the sales person attending to me failed to explain some of the functions to me and i being too impulsive have forgotten to ask him. Anyway, will ask him when i collect my free casing next week from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tested the GPS today with Rolly Polly to look for a food place recommended in Food-4-Thot blog. the unit bring us there alright though it has a wierd slang which need some time to get use. eg Kepong pronounced as Keh Pong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will test it again on next week when i'm going to KL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-5457568090810837851?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/5457568090810837851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=5457568090810837851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5457568090810837851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5457568090810837851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-toy.html' title='my new toy'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-8498191111847203292</id><published>2009-03-10T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:22:28.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blood sucking colleague</title><content type='html'>This colleague of mine is really getting on my nerves (it’s the same person that I complained about the other time). Not only is he selfish (in my last blog) but he’s a cheapskate as well.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. He usually stays back in the office during lunch cos he claimed that he has a lot of things to do in the office. So out of empathy and courtesy, I will offer to buy pack lunch for him since I’m going out for my lunch. But whenever I buy lunch for him, he will just pretend to forget about it and not pay back. I’m not a calculative person but the way he behaves really gets on my nerve. The pack lunch doesn’t cost much but do you still want to buy lunch for him knowing that he’s not going to pay you back even after the tenth time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day was better still. He wanted to buy water and I was at the same stall paying for my drink. He took out his wallet and exclaim “I don’t have small change. You got ar?” well my smallest was a RM 10 and I paid up. He said “that’s not a small change”. I was thinking, yeah you cheapskate if you don’t have small change just pay with whatever money that you have. If the stall owner says he doesn’t have the change, then only you ask ppl around you to pay for you la. Haven’t even touch your own money and you are already asking ppl to pay for you. And as usual he will conveniently forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I will not be so generous. I will ask you to pay back buster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-8498191111847203292?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/8498191111847203292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=8498191111847203292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/8498191111847203292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/8498191111847203292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2009/03/blood-sucking-colleague.html' title='A blood sucking colleague'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-6734506841509994849</id><published>2008-11-25T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:18:39.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hulu langat jungle trekking / river trekking/ abseiling - fuhlamak</title><content type='html'>Went with a small grp of friends to Hulu Langat. This trip was suppose to be a recce trip prior to the actual event for the Kiwanis Youth Camp so that we can familiarize with the route and be a volunteer during the actual day. We were suppose to meet the rest of the Kiwanis organizers/ commitees and Nomad staff there in Hulu Langat to start the trekking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there weather is good and we were briefed the usual stuff and start our trekking in about 9.45am.. Being the first time there and an amateur trekker, I can say this is a very challenging route. Steep slopes and long route. Need a lot of endurance and yet we need to move on without much rest. Most of the Kiwanis committees are season trekkers and it’s a challenge to even keep up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, after trekking for almost 2 hours, we reached the water trekking part. First it was easy but gradually it became harder as there are more rocks which you need to be carefull cos u may slipped. After another hr or so, we reached the abseling part. We need to abseil from a cliff  with the waterfall beside you. At this point, we are at the point-of-no-return, which means that there will be no route for us to trek only but only the river. It started raining. And we were in the last batch to abseil down. By the time it was our turn, the water has turned from crystal clear to brown colour.  Fearing that the water level will rise and swept us away, our team leader lead us to higher ground. The slope was 75 degrees slanting and bcos of the rain, the soil became soft and eroded under our every step. We practically have to crawl on all fours; grab whatever rocks/ trees/ plants/ shrubs to avoid slipping down. At 1 point, I even have to dug my feet inside the mud to get a grip. Our team leader (from Nomad) panic cos she didn’t know what else to do. Luckily, another Nomad team member heard us and came to us. He then brought us back to civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was exhausted and bushed by the time we reach back to the route. We still have to go back down the trek that we came up from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m writing this, my muscles are stiff and I walked like a penguin. My shoulder aches like crazy, bruises everywhere and the worst part is my skin were scratched from the shrubs/ plants and suffer from insect bites and now it’s getting very itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is I still need to go thru this again on the actual day. Hopefully , minus the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-6734506841509994849?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/6734506841509994849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=6734506841509994849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6734506841509994849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6734506841509994849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/11/hulu-langat-jungle-trekking-river.html' title='Hulu langat jungle trekking / river trekking/ abseiling - fuhlamak'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-9191188174935931716</id><published>2008-10-16T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:47:15.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some men are turning into petty bitch</title><content type='html'>I’m beginning to dislike this co-worker. He is selfish, good in ‘tai chi’ and I’m surprise that he even play politics since men seldom play this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg. 1 of him ‘tai chi-ing’&lt;br /&gt;Currently he handles 1 main project which is to oversee the renovation of outlets. And recently boss gave him another project to handle for yr end. He did not even touch a single thing on the 2nd project citing that the 1st project takes up too much time. His 1st project is actually very simple. Basically dealing with renovators, approving artwork (in this case I will be involved as well). So the boss decides to pass the 2nd project for me to handle. Currently I have 2 main project to handle and at the same time a few minor one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg 2 of him being selfish&lt;br /&gt;He liaise with 1 particular customer very regularly due to the renovation of their outlets. Thus, he will go to see them to so-called get their approval. Whatever info that has been transpired never reach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg 3 of him being selfish&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the sales person ask him to do something, he will always says that he is busy and will put it off until one of the salesman was questioned by the GM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg 4 of him being selfish&lt;br /&gt;There’s one time I’m not sure how to go about doing a task, so I asked him how. He replied me that he doesn’t know but the next thing you know he has done it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-9191188174935931716?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/9191188174935931716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=9191188174935931716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/9191188174935931716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/9191188174935931716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-men-are-turning-into-petty-bitch.html' title='Some men are turning into petty bitch'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-7608249343556951737</id><published>2008-08-26T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:09:25.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than meets the eye</title><content type='html'>I rattled about this blur sotong sales guy in my earlier post and this post is also dedicated to him cos he made history yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went missing after taking the company’s stocks worth RM 15K as well as cash &amp;amp; cheque. (‘transformers…..more than meets the eye”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole company tried to call him ystdy but no one can reach him. Today the wife called the office looking for his husband…apparently he didn’t went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno wat happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he’s not so blur afterall -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-7608249343556951737?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/7608249343556951737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=7608249343556951737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/7608249343556951737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/7608249343556951737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='More than meets the eye'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-2359019157473675362</id><published>2008-08-15T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:49:53.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a break</title><content type='html'>Today my boss show me my remaining annual leave. I still have 12.5 days left. He said “Take a break la. If you have plans in Aug or Sept for a long break, go ahead and take” hmmm…….let me see, I want to carry fwrd 5 days until march next yr, which leaves me 7.5 days to clear my leave this yr…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hafta think where to go and what to do with all this free time……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-2359019157473675362?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/2359019157473675362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=2359019157473675362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/2359019157473675362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/2359019157473675362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-break.html' title='Take a break'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-3059107511622643553</id><published>2008-08-07T17:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:05:00.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sales person or a shoe polisher?</title><content type='html'>Today I’m really fuming mad with this sales colleague. Konon title is Key account exec but to me he is more like a bloody snake. 2 mths back I gave him a timeline to find and get some contacts back for me. until today he still has none. When I asked him whether did he even go out and look for contacts, he has the guts to tell me no after giving me a lot of excuses while trying to cover up his ass.&lt;br /&gt;So after that I went and approach my boss and told him “I got problem with him” and explain the whole situation. My boss was kinda understanding and spoke to him. But when he came out from my boss room, he stopped by my place and said “I think you have misunderstand” and so I told him that he should be more initiative and blah blah blah…..anyway, my boss asked my to pass the ball back to him and he should take on from there.&lt;br /&gt;Then my boss smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  I was launching a new product last mth, I was checking with him whether has he approached his buyer about this new product, whether there are any additional space, and other normal question that as even a non-sales person may ask if he/she has the interest to know whether the product will be launched successfully. So each time I asked him, he will answer me the same answer like it were programmed in his head to answer “I’ll check with buyer”. So I told him some of the decision you can make on your own and also be initiative and propose to customer instead of checking with the buyer all the time. So he looked at me with his ‘blur’ and ‘dungu’ look and replied me “ok ok, I’ll check with buyer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you asked him something he doesn’t know, he just say he dunno. Not even an initiative to say he will find out and get back to me. To him by answering ‘No’ it means that he will leave it as it is until you have another instruction for him to follow. Which in the end he’s too lazy to even bother to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a newly recruit about 2mths already. Being new, he only has 1 account to handle with only a few stores. And the rest is to build up another business which the co. just acquired. I mean he has plenty of free time. So my boss has asked him to take on another account which I’m currently handling. I’m a marketing person not a sales person and yet I brought back sales which goes under him and yet he doesn’t bother to even raised the PO for that customer. It’s like money falling from the sky and yet he’s too lazy to pick it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He is already 35 yrs old with 1 kid  Don’t understand how did he ever get a job as a sales person?? Or should I say as a Key account. Full of excuses &amp;amp; BS. Maybe he's a shoe polisher....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-3059107511622643553?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/3059107511622643553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=3059107511622643553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/3059107511622643553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/3059107511622643553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/08/sales-person-or-shoe-polisher.html' title='sales person or a shoe polisher?'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-2214888598912938950</id><published>2008-07-08T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:19:43.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which car to buy?</title><content type='html'>After much thoughts, I’m thinking not to buy Myvi or even Persona. So now I’m in a dilemma again on which car to buy and this time is Vios E or City iDsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City is a few thousand more expensive than Vios but it has 2 airbags whereas Vios only has 1. interior City is better than Vios. But Vios is not too bad either. I kinda like the dugong look-a-like. I think I need to do more research.&lt;br /&gt; I wonder does anybody knows any Honda salesman which can give better discount&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-2214888598912938950?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/2214888598912938950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=2214888598912938950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/2214888598912938950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/2214888598912938950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/07/which-car-to-buy.html' title='Which car to buy?'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-5405003846547512728</id><published>2008-04-30T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:10:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahjong fever</title><content type='html'>Hubby has the sudden craze in Mahjong lately….worse than ‘si lai-s’ (aunties which has too much time). So we went around looking for mahjong table in sea park but were surprised that 2 of the furniture shop that we went to has sold out all their tables…..so we went to Paramount to try our luck to buy a mahjong set……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din know that mahjong sets were sold in shops selling tailoring stuffs like zips, buttons, cloth. So anyway, we went in to ask how much does a set cost. The uncle took out 2 mahjong sets which were kinda dusty and said it would cost RM 220…..the uncle continue to say that this is Malaysian made and not from China. Of course I told hubby that it is expensive. It’s not really a good quality set judging from the weight and the workmanship of the tiles, we decided not to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking away from the shop, a lady called us. She was actually in the same shop buying mahjong chips and mat and have obviously overheard our conversation with the uncle. She told us luckily we din buy it as it is very expensive and she has a similar set which cost half the price which she has bought from Malacca. Looking at our hesitancy, she said we are not obligated to buy. Just have a look and if we dun like it, we dun hafta buy. So we thought no harm having a look. Went to her car and saw the set and the price was RM 100 if we buy it. What the heck, at least we din go back empty handed &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-5405003846547512728?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/5405003846547512728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=5405003846547512728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5405003846547512728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5405003846547512728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/04/mahjong-fever.html' title='Mahjong fever'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-3745766139352491879</id><published>2008-04-14T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:54:20.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody supplier</title><content type='html'>This stupid supplier is so arrogant bcos my boss is so nice to him until he can climb over our head. Most of our BTL stuff is done by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called him in the morning to ask him to do some urgent stuff which he said he can’t do it cos he is doing another job for my coll. So I said ok, if he can’t do it then I need to look for someone else. On hearing this, he said he can do it but need to give him some time. Ask me to postphone my dateline so that he will have enough time to do mine. So I told him I can’t possibly wait for him. So he said ok, he will try his best to rush for me. So in the afternoon his artist sent a visual to me for approval. And when I call his artist to modify some changes, he said that he has stop working on it.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after that, I called this supplier and told him again tat if he can’t finish then I will look for another supplier to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my coll is outstation, he asked me to follow up the job that he has brief this supplier the day before. So I called this supplier again and asked him when we can see the visuals. He shouted “what’s wrong with you. It’s logic sense that we need time to do. I know you guys are my boss but don’t expect us to give you so soon”. A rush of anger went thru me. I shouted back “I just asked you when you can finish and let us see cos the dateline is on Mon. you can’t be giving me on Mon itself. I need to know when you can finish. Is it Wed, Thurs or Fri? and why are you arguing with me when I just need to know when you will be able to deliver?&lt;br /&gt;He then soften down and said that he will be able to give to me on Thurs. Today is Mon and he have not completed all yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big &amp;amp; small jobs also he wants to do it and yet he can’t complete it in time. But still want to pao everything. He dislike it when you pass the business to someone else. Asked me to postphone my dateline instead. How can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-3745766139352491879?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/3745766139352491879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=3745766139352491879' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/3745766139352491879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/3745766139352491879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/04/bloody-supplier.html' title='Bloody supplier'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-91372899449036601</id><published>2008-04-01T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:14:02.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ding Dong song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For those that likes to go to Red Box Karaoke, try to search for a song call “The Ding Dong song” it’s damn funny, damn cheesy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You touch my tra la la”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-91372899449036601?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/91372899449036601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=91372899449036601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/91372899449036601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/91372899449036601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/04/ding-dong-song.html' title='The Ding Dong song'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-9185634423091975216</id><published>2008-03-26T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:25:24.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>It’s been sometime since I last updated my blog…..events on different account has occured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found out that my ex-boss is really a bitch in disguise. Stab me behind my back when the company isn’t hers, when her job is not even affected, when I’m not even a threat to her nor the company, when in fact I have already checked with the right person for confirmation. Stab all you want but my conscience is clear, u bitch….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m legally bound by papers on 8th March 2008. A new journey ahead for both of us. Wanted to thank all our friends that joined us on this memorable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chiang Mai for a conference trip cum holiday cum team building session. It was fun, with the Amazing Race (run till your lungs gasping for air)) &amp;amp; White water rafting (even though it wasn’t very exciting since it was a dry season). But overall it was a good trip, good food, good massages….and I gain 2kg when I came back, from all the food that was shoved down my throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-9185634423091975216?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/9185634423091975216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=9185634423091975216' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/9185634423091975216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/9185634423091975216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-6075973061221729808</id><published>2007-12-31T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:42:43.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terry is here to stay</title><content type='html'>i was shocked ysdty when my mom sms me to say that she wants to keep Terry. Here is her exact words ‘I suggest to your dad we keep your dog cos I can’t trust your friend to take care of your dog. Your dad also agree. I got a plan to make a place outside with enclosure where you put the bicycle. A low wall make of aluminium. What say you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend wanted to have a look at the dog cos her bro wanted to adopt one. So they came over (4 of them, my friend, her hubby, her bro &amp;amp; bro’s gf). Initially when they came in the house, Terry was excited as usual, jumping around and running around them. Then I think he realize everyone is looking at him so he grew conscious and scared and hid under the sofa. He din dare to crawl out even with the lure of biscuits which is very rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom at tat time was observing them &amp;amp; teaching them how to stroke him, house training, proper way of holding him, etc. so after they left, my mom voiced out saying “dunno whether they can take care of Terry”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later at night on the same day, my friend, a vet came over to give him a jab. My mom was stroking him and said ‘we have been looking after him since he was young. Now all grown up already”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, she sms me to say that she wants to keep him…..so when I came back from climbing, I asked her “You sure? Cos I’m not around all the time”. She said “then I can take care of him”. I continued “then what about next time when I’m not staying here and won’t be coming back daily?”, She answered “nevermindla, you come back when you are free lo” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t too keen on giving up Terry anyway but sadly, I have no choice since I won’t be able to bring him over and at that time my mom didn’t want to keep him. Especially so when she nags me then she will bring up to say that next time when you move out, take the dog with you… but now I’m happy to know that she has finally fond of Terry……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-6075973061221729808?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/6075973061221729808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=6075973061221729808' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6075973061221729808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6075973061221729808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/12/terry-is-here-to-stay.html' title='Terry is here to stay'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-7152561176705057535</id><published>2007-12-12T16:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:25:57.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take charge of your life</title><content type='html'>After taking time off for 1 mth to meditate in a cave, I’m now enlightened …….and would like to pen this down to whoever that wants to read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have come to a point that you feel dreadful to wake up in the morning to go to work, you will need to take some time to reflect upon yourself what is more important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt;1) Volunteer for a cause ie. Orphanage, old folks home, home for special children, save the ocean, etc&lt;br /&gt;2) Have your own business. So that you can reap the seeds that you sow instead of waiting for bonus once a yr&lt;br /&gt;3) Buy yourself gadget that can keep you occupy for hours&lt;br /&gt;4) have time for yourself; pamper/ indulge yourself&lt;br /&gt;5) Blog out your frustration or happiness&lt;br /&gt;6) if you are single &amp;amp; desperately looking for a partner, then try some blind dating or speed dating. You’ll be surprise. However, dun put in too much expectation in the first place&lt;br /&gt;7) if you are married, maybe this is the time you want to discuss with your partner to move on to the next step; maybe have a baby&lt;br /&gt;8) if you are married with kids, maybe you may want to take off from your kids and go for a romantic holiday with just you and your spouse&lt;br /&gt;9) If you are a parent, you might want to spend more time with your kids, see them grow, be there when your baby took his first step or his/her first words.&lt;br /&gt;10) Think twice before having an affair. Having affair can spice up your life but think of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The msg is WORK LIFE BALANCE. Though a lot of companies implemented Work Life Balance policy however, most of the employees can’t get to exercise it since there are still work piling up and no one to finish it up for you if you go on leave. So at the end, employees still need to stay back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it with a pinch of salt cos I dun practice what I preach. Oh, and I didn’t meditate in a cave for 1 mth to be enlightened but have this inspiration to write this cos I’m in the midst of taking a break from work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-7152561176705057535?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/7152561176705057535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=7152561176705057535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/7152561176705057535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/7152561176705057535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/12/take-charge-of-your-life.html' title='Take charge of your life'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-1745626129497774648</id><published>2007-11-22T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:41:21.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qSlji7gKxr4/R0TsI28l2GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/inhCekVWuvk/s1600-h/P1010631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135489112041969762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qSlji7gKxr4/R0TsI28l2GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/inhCekVWuvk/s320/P1010631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone interested to adopt Terry? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-1745626129497774648?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/1745626129497774648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=1745626129497774648' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/1745626129497774648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/1745626129497774648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/11/adoption-anyone.html' title='Adoption anyone'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qSlji7gKxr4/R0TsI28l2GI/AAAAAAAAAAc/inhCekVWuvk/s72-c/P1010631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-1819260511461197635</id><published>2007-11-13T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:21:00.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We were doing our last city tour in Hanoi before flying back to KL. The mini van picked us up in the morning. It has 3 seats in each row with the last row at the back having 4 seats.&lt;br /&gt;So food4thot sat beside the window and I sat on the outer seat, leaving the middle seat empty.&lt;br /&gt;The van went around picking the rest of the tourist up. 3 girls came up the van speaking penang hokkien and they were chattering non-stop. Though it’s not loud but it’s clear enough to hear their conversation. They sat at the last row with 4 seats. An Argentina man came next.. I move in a little bit to make way for him but since he proceeded behind I move back to sitting at the corner. He said hello and proceeded to sit next to the 3 Penang girls. The girls ask him where he’s from. And he replied “I’m from Argentina. Do you know”. Then the girls said “oh..i know I know,…the song..what what Argentina” and she proceeded to sing “Don’t cry for me Argentina…..” they continue talking in their smattering English. I’m not saying that my England is damn good but theirs is really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went about our tours until the 3 girls bought a lot of stuff from one of the stop. When everybody was seated, one of the girl commented among themselves in hokkien that we have ‘tua ka chui’ (big backside). They did not mention who but since they said things like this, I generally presume that it meant us (BTW, we are not admitting that we have big backside) cos both of us are occupying a 3 seat. Then her friend said in hokkien ‘bo la, mm c tua ka chui, si tua cibai’ (no, not big backside, but big pussy) – sorry for the language, but this is the exact word that they utter out. And then they broke into laughter…..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being gracious, we decided not to pursue the matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qSlji7gKxr4/R0D_pm8l2FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Wfs_lVZ3sak/s1600-h/P1010914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134384665496770642" style="CURSOR: hand" height="207" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qSlji7gKxr4/R0D_pm8l2FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Wfs_lVZ3sak/s320/P1010914.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qSlji7gKxr4/R0D-BW8l2EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uBcc3BTIpEA/s1600-h/P1010914.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: Pics were taken unintentionally as i was trying to capture the jersey boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, we have no choice but to sit together with them since the other table were full. So there were 5 msian girls and 1 aussie guy. We were chatting and the aussie guy said that he has not been to msia. And I told him that if he were to come, the best place would be Penang. Then I looked at one of the Penang girl opposite food4thot and said “You are from Penang, right?” she stared back at me and looked aghast and she noded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was bitter sweet………&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-1819260511461197635?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/1819260511461197635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=1819260511461197635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/1819260511461197635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/1819260511461197635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/11/penang-girls.html' title='Penang girls'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qSlji7gKxr4/R0D_pm8l2FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Wfs_lVZ3sak/s72-c/P1010914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-1037958569103413719</id><published>2007-11-09T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T17:38:49.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointing Hanoi. Fabulous Ho Chin Minh</title><content type='html'>Me &amp;amp; food4thot were very excited to go Hanoi since we have book the air tix for mths. We’ll be in Hanoi for 4 nites and 3 nites in Ho Chin Minh and last nite in Hanoi again to take the flight. But once we reached there, we have been cheated &amp;amp; treated badly from Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with the airport taxi. The information centre told us that taxi would be US$10 but when we were approached, they asked us to follow and took our bags and starting putting our bags in the MPV while we were still negotiating. Taxi man said US$12 but we insist on US$10. Since 50% of our bags are already in the MPV, I was just to lazy to create a commotion so I gave in since it doesn’t really cost much as both of us are sharing. When we reached the Old Quarters, the taxi man couldn’t really find the hotel as we later found out that it is using another name. Nevertheless we were quite relieved when we found it. Now, lets talk about the hotel and I’m dedicating a whole long paragraph to this F@#$ed-up hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thru internet booking, this hotel is known as Anh Toah Plaza Hotel. On the main entrance door, it says New Star Hotel. On the hang tag on the room keys, it is Hanoi Lotus hotel. Remember the multiple name of this hotel as you DO NOT WANT TO STAY THERE. We booked 4 consecutive nites here by the way. 2 of their staff boys took our bags to the room which was located on the 5th floor. When they reached our room, one for them turn on the fan and sat down. So we thought they need a quick rest before they leave the room. But no. They tried to asked us question which we definitely couldn’t understand cos they dun speak English. They were behaving very badly or should I say very frisky. They hug food4 thot so hard that she almost fell on the bed. Then the bloody bugger touches me on my arm. We asked them to leave and I’m not sure whether they really dun understand or they just act as if they dun know. Finally they left and we were a bit shaken by that incident and afraid to leave the room to have our dinner. Then I receive a msg from Jeffrey asking me whether I have reached Hanoi. I was surprise but delighted that he is in town as well. Din expect him to be in Hanoi since he is based in Ho Chin Minh City. He asked us whether we wanna have dinner together with his frens and I accept it without thinking twice J . Boy am I glad to see him…..my saviour…….. Dinner was good and Jeffrey sent us back to the hotel. (read more on vietnam food review &lt;a href="http://food-4-thot.blogspot.com/"&gt;food4thot&lt;/a&gt;).The next day, the same bloody bugger that touched me, was having his hormones high again. He touched me and winked at me while we were having breakfast. So after that, we told the staff girl that if they touch us again, we will check out. Luckily the day before, we’ve signed a tour for 2D 1N trip to Halong Bay from another tour agent (maybe that’s why). We have no intention to check out as we wanted to keep our heavier luggage in the room. But the f@#$ed-up hotel asked us to leave saying that the staff did not tell him that we are staying for 4 nites and they have guest coming in. What loads of cock &amp;amp; bull!. We even have our booking receipt with us. Before this, we even asked them whether should we pay first and they said that we only need to pay when we checked out. At the same time, the Halong Bay tour van arrives and is waiting for us. The hotel guy keep insisting that we should pay and that we can’t stay for free. While we argued with them that we are not even checking out yet. If you could see their face at that time, they look like they can just punch us in the face. Finally I just paid the hotel and carried our luggage along. Planning only to look for another hotel when we come back from Halong Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the jetty, it was already raining very heavily. The both of us were soak and with our bags, we were actually quite pathetic.The price that we paid for the junk is suppose to come with air-cond. But we were given a fan room. Luckily it was cold that we didn’t even need to use the fan. Those that had an air-cond room will be charged extra if they use the air-cond. What bloody nonsense is this? Apart from that Halong bay sceneries were beautiful. Could have take better shots of it if it’s not for the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back from Halong Bay, we changed to another junk as our junk will not be going back to jetty. There we met 2 Malaysian men/ uncle and coincidentally they were looking for a place to stay too when they reached back Hanoi. Sometimes it’s comforting to know that there are other Malaysians in the group that you are traveling with. Once we were back in Hanoi, we went looking for an accommodation and found this place called Camelia Hotel III. The rooms are US$ 18/ nite and comes with buffet breakfast. I don’t know what it comes with since we didn’t take the breakfast as our flight to Ho Chin Minh were early. Maybe lots and lots of bread, butter &amp;amp; jam. Anyway, we were suppose to pay only US$ 16 if we are not taking breakfast. So when we checked out, we were once again disgusted that they do not hold on to their words. The room were quite clean and spacious though. There are quite a few Camelia Hotels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked Camelia Hotel II for our last nite in Hanoi for US$ 10/nite. When we first saw the room, it was clean and spacious (not as spacious as Camelia III though). That’s why we booked there as they said that I will have the same room that I saw. Why isn’t’ it surprising that when we reached there, we were given another smaller room that have seen better days. They said the room is already taken. The man has the guts to tell me “Oh, it’s ok one. Its only for one nite only”. They did say that we can changed the room for me but its on the 2nd floor (the current room is on 1st floor) which we are not willing to due to our luggage. Since it is our last nite, we just leave it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We use Pacific Airlines from Hanoi to HCM. Flight was delayed for 2 ½ hrs. Is it just bad luck or is just Hanoi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Hanoi ever wants to improve their tourism, they need to really buck up their service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stay in Ho Chin Minh was wonderful, thanks to our dear Jeffrey. He brought us around for City Tour, took us for scrumptious meals that any tourist will not get to sample. (read more on vietnam food review &lt;a href="http://food-4-thot.blogspot.com/"&gt;food4thot&lt;/a&gt;) and nice cafes for us “to-be-seen” and along with great ambience. He even insisted on buying us lunches &amp;amp; dinners. Where to find such man? (Girls if you are interested, pls send in your resumes please). And no, we didn’t eat right thru his pocket hole. We bought him as well. He brought us to a café which is located on the 9th floor of Caravell Hotel (hope I got the hotel name correct). According to Jeffrey, there is a similar one in Sheraton as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in Spring Hotel for US$ 18/ nite. I will definitely recommend anyone to stay there. They are very professional and staff are very friendly. Room is clean and tidy. Definitely worth every dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed up for 2 tours, Chu Chi Tunnel (pronounced as Gou Gei Tunnel) &amp;amp; Mekong Delta river tour. It was surprisingly cheap for tours in HCM being US$ 5 for former &amp;amp; US$ 7 for latter, compared to a cacat City Tour in Hanoi. It cost us US$ 15!!!!! What did I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;HCM has service with a smile but not in Hanoi. Its service with a horse face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely go back to HCM again for food, cafés, Vietnamese coffee &amp;amp; not to be missed, bagutte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://food-4-thot.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-1037958569103413719?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/1037958569103413719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=1037958569103413719' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/1037958569103413719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/1037958569103413719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/11/disappointing-hanoi-fabulous-ho-chin.html' title='Disappointing Hanoi. Fabulous Ho Chin Minh'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-6515608200241365796</id><published>2007-08-30T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:31:19.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny dream</title><content type='html'>My funny dreams are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that me &amp; a friend (let’s name her D), were talking in the toilet. Our topic were about a coll. D. saw this coll eating with her ass. And we were talking about how is she going to eat an ice cream cone…..stuff it in her ass….and we burst out laughing. Then suddenly I noticed that one of the toilet cubicle were closed so I cautioned her and decided to go about and do our own business……so I went in a cubicle and D went to wash her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peep out from the cubicle and saw this coll came out and lock the toilet door with us inside…yeah…she heard us all right…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we had our handphone with us and we start to call our fren to come and help us open the door….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird yet funny….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-6515608200241365796?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/6515608200241365796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=6515608200241365796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6515608200241365796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6515608200241365796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/08/funny-dream.html' title='Funny dream'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-5821571052679863962</id><published>2007-08-21T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:30:35.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2 sides of Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>HK has 2 different faces. On one end the ppl in shopping malls, office workers, big restaurant are more courteous &amp; friendly. On the other end, there’s these street ppl, which can be conniving and scrupulous.&lt;br /&gt;I will quote 2 different scene here&lt;br /&gt;1) Courteous &amp;amp; friendly side&lt;br /&gt;Went to a retail outlet to look around for clothes to buy. Staff say ‘Welcome’ &amp; ‘ Come again’ when you step in and step out from the shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ugly side&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mongkok, lui yan kai (women street). It was raining and me &amp; a colleague decided to pop in a coffee shop to have a drink while waiting for the rain to stop. We clearly indicated to the shopowner that we wanted to drink only. So she ushered us in to have a seat. But at the same time she keep asking us what we want to eat which we told her that we wanted to just have a drink. So she said we need to go to the counter to order. So we ordered our drinks and the moment the shop owner places the drinks on the tray, she said you need to order food if you want to drink here. I wanted to walk away but I feared that they will come after me with a butcher knife. So I was cursing under my breath when I ordered the food. Luckily it was some cheap snacks if it is anything above HK$15 for that f%$#@ing food I would have left for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a word to take note. Do not shop and women street cos u will get slaughtered&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-5821571052679863962?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/5821571052679863962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=5821571052679863962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5821571052679863962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5821571052679863962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-sides-of-hong-kong.html' title='The 2 sides of Hong Kong'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-5291789828208316659</id><published>2007-08-21T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:05:23.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I say good bye to sei gwailo, good bye to good frens here. So this will end my complaints about gwailo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still 1 more mth to go….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-5291789828208316659?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/5291789828208316659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=5291789828208316659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5291789828208316659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5291789828208316659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-5596612193776653704</id><published>2007-07-31T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:38:55.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that thing sucking on my leg?? Leeches</title><content type='html'>I guess each family has their own issues in terms of their immediate relative &amp; extended family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a relative where all the family are just plain leech. Since they are from outstation, when they come to our hse to stay, not even once did they offer to buy my parents dinner. If they come for 3 days, dad has to entertain and pay for them. Since my aunt is my mom’s younger sis, I think she must think that my mom should be taking care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have2 daughters. One is married in Australia with a guy that does his own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger sis is going out with a lawyer and is rich. I give her the benefit of doubt that maybe she is really in love with him or maybe his moolah. But I seriously believe that she’s a parasite. The man has been divorced twice and if it’s not for the money do you think she will stick like a glue to him? This cousin of mine has now turned all high &amp; mighty. Imagined this, she was my sis’s ji mui for her wedding. After the games there is an angpow which is meant for all the ji muis. My sis’s friend ask me how much was it and I replied her I didn’t know and since my cousin was beside me, I just told her nicely “Later remember to distribute the money,”. And she replied me “You think i’m not going to give you and keep the money?”. Later during the wedding dinner, she came and ask me who else were the ji muis. I just told her I don’t know. I couldn’t be bothered. What the heck does she want to hold it for until now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 2nd incident happen was during a dinner with her sis since she is leaving for Aust after the wedding. While chit chatting I ask her sis would she come back again if I were to hold my wedding next yr…and this ‘All high cousin answered “ Oh, so that you can ask her daughter to be your flowergirl?” Hello, I didn’t think of that. Anyway, when it’s your turn to get married next time, dun ask me for my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a tribute to the parasites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-5596612193776653704?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/5596612193776653704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=5596612193776653704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5596612193776653704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/5596612193776653704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-that-thing-sucking-on-my-leg.html' title='What&apos;s that thing sucking on my leg?? Leeches'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-3679785490519477986</id><published>2007-07-26T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:10:50.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what goes around comes around</title><content type='html'>So much have been happening btwn these 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A col who has been bullied by her boss and she is leaving the co. Poor her. She have been silently receiving all the bulls from her boss. Her boss can be nasty. Her boss will not even look at the job and just push everything to her and make her complete all job first. All datelines are tight and of course the poor gal can’t finish her job. And when she told her boss, she just replied that she (my col) should manage her time better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is when my col said that the rest of them are not doing it the same way as her. Her boss replied that “Don’t compare me with the rest. I manage it differently”. Yea…differently as in everything will let my col do first. And if my col ask her if she’s wasn’t sure on how to get the info, the boss will send her running everyway to look for info…and to the extent of sending her to be ‘spy’. Her boss will send her to ask us what we do and then make sure that her work will be better than us……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them have discuss things over to settle the problem but the boss won’t budge and keep insisting that she manage it diiferently. At the end, they just end up arguing. Hence, my col decided to tender her resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, her boss went and complain to her boss &amp; HR saying that my col is inadequate and etc…the balls she has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is this boss is from a co. upstairs and apparently the people celebrated when she left the co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called in by HR so that they are able to listen to a 3rd party observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t have to say who interviewed her bcos birds of the same kind flock together…who else but the bloody gwai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don’t judge a book by its cover….and wish that those deserving ppl get their karma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-3679785490519477986?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/3679785490519477986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=3679785490519477986' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/3679785490519477986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/3679785490519477986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='what goes around comes around'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-794314708179089249</id><published>2007-07-06T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:13:14.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosses</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 signs that you have a bad boss &amp; a bad leader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. give you nasty emails&lt;br /&gt;2. don’t give you clear instructions so that you need to re-do and re-do your work&lt;br /&gt;3. harping on your mistakes no matter how small it is , again and again&lt;br /&gt;4. cover her/his own asses but leave your ass open&lt;br /&gt;5. give you empty promises so that you feel good for an hr and then only realize that she/he is a f@#$king liar. Liar liar pants on fire&lt;br /&gt;6. give you loads and loads of work while she/he just sit at her office and shake her leg&lt;br /&gt;7. Need you to deliver the timelines even when you are sick in bed&lt;br /&gt;8. Call you every 10 minutes to tell you that there is something is wrong/missing in your work until you have telephobia….(I made this up but it suppose to be phone phobia)&lt;br /&gt;9. changes his mind every other day on her/his brief to you&lt;br /&gt;10. Thinks that you need 5 yrs in the same position no matter how good you are before you can move up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning Label&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have a gwailo boss, don’t ever, ever trust his/ words . take it only on surface value&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-794314708179089249?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/794314708179089249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=794314708179089249' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/794314708179089249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/794314708179089249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/07/bosses.html' title='Bosses'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-2309597181946940340</id><published>2007-06-21T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T15:07:11.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny story</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine was telling a funny story which happen to him in while he was staying in US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner while walking back to his house with his gf, he has a sudden urge to use the toilet badly to poo. So he had to squeeze his butt together and walk as fast as he could. Couldn’t take too big of a step in case the shit fell out There were no nearby public toilets and after walking for some distance, he saw a restaurant. He was so relief and started to relax his butt muscles . But when he bang open the door a woman was inside. So he quickly tighten his butt muscles and ran out with the woman shouting behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he tot he could quickly run home and finished his unfinished business. However, he need to cross a traffic light to get home and unfortunately it was red. Nevertheless, he braved the traffic and almost got himself banged. The moment he reaches to the other side, his ‘sai’ came out. So what the heck, he just stood there and let all the ‘sai’ come out. Imagine all the poo trickling down his pants. So he started running until he came to an alley and he dropped his trousers, removed his underpants, throw the underpants at the side of the building, wore his pants and continue running home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His gf decided to hunt for his soiled underpants and when she found it, she was to gross to pick it up as the underpants had too much blob on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-2309597181946940340?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/2309597181946940340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=2309597181946940340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/2309597181946940340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/2309597181946940340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/06/funny-story.html' title='Funny story'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-3920326241831323754</id><published>2007-06-14T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:55:21.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sis wedding</title><content type='html'>Food 4 Thot is complaining that I’m not writing enuf post and so I finally decided to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis wedding is will be held this weekend. Felt bad cos I didn’t really help her to do stuff. Just bits of here and there. Also, blaming my work schedule which is driving me up the wall L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my outstation and overseas relatives are here. Cracking my head to think where to bring my cousins out. They’ll be here till end of next week Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I’m excited for my sis wedding cos this is the 1st time that I’m chosen to be a bridesmaid. Well, more likely due to obligation but what the heck. BTW, she has 2 bridesmaid. She tailor made the bridesmaid gown which I haven’t tried since 3mths ago. I hope I can still fit in cos the tailor made the dress without any allowance. So I have to remind myself to suck my stomach in when I walking/ standing/ eating/ sitting/ smiling to the guest at the registration counter. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis wedding is kinda grand; with a band &amp;amp; dancers. My cousin is playing the violin for her march-in. She bought the After-dinner souvenirs herself and I helped her to pack it into a nice little pouch. She also bought 2 gigantic umbrella with peach blossom drawing on it to decorate the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only thing is to hope that my pimples dun pop out due to all the late nites and stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-3920326241831323754?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/3920326241831323754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=3920326241831323754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/3920326241831323754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/3920326241831323754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/06/sis-wedding.html' title='Sis wedding'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-8195105757433706031</id><published>2007-04-26T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:17:26.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid parking machine</title><content type='html'>We were supposed to have dinner with my dad to celebrate his bday last fri. Since I was a bit tired after work, I decided to take a nap b4 dinner time. I woke up in a jerk and found the whole hse empty….anyway, I called my mom and they said they are in The Curve. My mom misunderstood me that I didn’t wanna go and I didn’t make myself clear to her that I’m joinin them. My fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after dinner I wanted to pay for my parking ticket. Since I have no small change, I put in $10 in machine. The machine rejected me so I have no choice but to walk to my car and come back with small change (2x 0.50 cents). I inserted the 1st 0.50 cents into the coin slot. Normally the machine will show the remaining balance but somehow the machine still shows $1. So I press the intercom button and a man answered. I dunno whether he is shouting to me or whether the intercom receiver sucks but I  calmly told him my situation and he ask me to press the ‘cancel’ button and the money will dropped out. I followed his instructions but no money come out. So I pressed the intercom button again. He didn’t answered me until I pressed for the 5th time. When he does answered, he was practically shouting over the intercom. I didn’t even bother to listen to what he said and I shouted back at him cos the stupid guy don’t even wanna come to take a look at the machine. All eyes were on me but I could n’t care. I bang the stupid machine until I had bruises all my hand. If there were some sticks or bottles or wat ever that I can grab hold at tat time, I’m sure I’ll use…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for a minute and still no one turn up. I walked out and saw a security guard and I start to rant about my situation. He was pretty calm and ask me “Apa masalah sekarang?” (“what is the problem?”), so I just said “Saya hanya ada 0.50 sen, Macamana nak keluar?” (“I only have 0.50 cents. How am I suppose to get out?”). Of course, I don’t want to say I still have $10 in my wallet after tehe stupid guy over the intercom shouted at me. He was holding a walkie talkie so I asked him to tell the guard at the exit to open the gate and I will pass to him the remaining 0.50 cents. Maybe I appear to him as a mad woman at that time so he don’t dare to tell me that it’s not possible. The next thing I know, he took out his wallet and give me $1. I was stunned. It was not like I don’t have money but bcos I was so bloody piss, I took the $1 and gave him my remaining 0.50 cents and thanked him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-8195105757433706031?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/8195105757433706031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=8195105757433706031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/8195105757433706031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/8195105757433706031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/04/stupid-parking-machine.html' title='Stupid parking machine'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-9101226026528609750</id><published>2007-04-18T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T13:19:27.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee addict</title><content type='html'>Office had a new coffee machine….just tried café mocha and it’s yummy…..now my mornings will nvr be the same again. It also have Choccocino, espresso, cappuccino and Nescafe with no sugar option&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-9101226026528609750?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/9101226026528609750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=9101226026528609750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/9101226026528609750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/9101226026528609750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/04/coffee-addict.html' title='coffee addict'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-9055416297042064364</id><published>2007-03-30T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:51:35.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m losing touch</title><content type='html'>I’m an easily angered person. To further explain that, when I’m in bad mood, an irritating little fly can make me scream &amp; curse. But on the other hand, I cool down as easily as I heat up. I guess Gemini’ans have this in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a person which can’t stand a bad service. It’s becos I have this mentality of “I’m a paying customer, so u must serve me better. The bigger the smile the better”. If no one comes to take order after I’m seated for 5 minutes, my face will turn black &amp; I’ll be preparing myself to screw ppl’s ass. If food did not arrive after waiting for 45 min, I leave straight the place (I know I shud haf walk away after 20 mins instead waiting like a dumb ass for 45 mins)&lt;br /&gt; So I went to this eatery in The Curve with KT and there were only 1 table which was occupied. So I wanted to seat at the opposite side as I dun wanna be near the next table and I told the waited. But the waiter usher us to seat beside them. I reluctant follow sat at the table he showed us. Anyway, we finally moved to the table that I wanted to sit at. KT commented that I’m not the gal the he knows before. The gal that he knows before will be angry and demand to just sit where she wanted to sit. So you see, I’m losing my touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-9055416297042064364?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/9055416297042064364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=9055416297042064364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/9055416297042064364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/9055416297042064364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-losing-touch.html' title='I’m losing touch'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-8688692897415729300</id><published>2007-03-23T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:10:36.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koh Lanta, island of desert + Mook Lanta Boutique Hotel review</title><content type='html'>Initial plan was to go Krabi but I was recommended by a colleague to go Koh Lanta instead. Thinking that it wun be that bad since Thailand has a lot of beautiful island with majestic scenery. We were quite excited when boarding the ferry. The ferry condition is kinda bad though. It’s a non-aircon ferry and most of the seats are spoilt. Nevertheless it was n’t very stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes about an hr plus and finally we reach the Saladan Pier in Koh Lanta. Our hotel (Mook Latan Boutique Hotel) was about 20 mins ride from the pier. When the taxi driver turn into a junction leading to our hotel, I thought “Shit, our hotel must be in some sangkla place”. Cos it was a good 150m of dirt road until we reach the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception area looks cosy. Actually the whole place is very peaceful. The only complaint that I have is that the whole place is situated about 200m from the beach. I booked this hotel thru the internet and I thought I grabbed a good deal since it’s a deluxe room with sea view for 1600 baht. I now understand what their sea view means. A lot of roof top and trees and only 25 square inches of sea view. Our room looks good and .I like the way they design their toilet. It’s open air! So you can shower in the rain or decide to get a tan while u bath. Each unit has 2 rooms so it’s kinda like a semi-D. Overall the room gets a 8 out of 10 ratings. The reason why it’s not 10 is bcos there was a cockroach in the room. I think it came from the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the delight of discovering our rooms, we decided to go out and explore around the island. So we rent a scooter to go around. Seriously, there wasn’t much things to do here. So the next best thing to do is to get sick. Down with fever &amp;amp; cough during the entire stay in koh lanta. Actually I miscalculated the dates while booking the hotels. So we still have 1 extra day which I forgot to book. So we decided to head back to Phuket instead of extending our stay here. Should have just stick with the plan and go to Krabi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-8688692897415729300?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/8688692897415729300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=8688692897415729300' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/8688692897415729300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/8688692897415729300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/03/koh-lanta-island-of-desert-mook-lanta.html' title='Koh Lanta, island of desert + Mook Lanta Boutique Hotel review'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-6681001601294594380</id><published>2007-03-10T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:12:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phi Phi Island + hotel review</title><content type='html'>This is my 2nd time to Phi Phi Island. Everyhing looks the same except that there are going to be a few more resorts sprouting up. Stayed n Phi Phi Hotel and this time there were no more nasty arguments with the hotel staff (which happen during out 1st visit tog wif sis &amp; gang). Phi Phi Hotel, to me is a good choice. It's slightly more than 1500 baht, though it's not exactly that cheap but it's near the pier. which means you don't haf to lug your luggage around and check in to the other resort/chalet which some are located at Ton Sai bay. Furthermore, this hotel is the evacuation center incase (touchwood) another tsunami happen again.  Well, better be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to do some leisure dive to Hin Muang &amp; Hin Daeng. Not an easy decision cos it cost  4800 baht per pax and it's only 2 dives.  To me that bloody expensive. Supposedly we are able to see mantas and whale shark in Hin Daeng but in the end i saw none of that. Bad luck, sigh....only manage to see a 2.5m long bamboo shark. I did not manage to do my safety stop in the 1st dive cos i had problem wif my buoyancy. I've never remain underwater with my tank consisting of 60 bar. Most of the time in my previous dives we ascended when my tank contain a minimum of 100bar. i can't blame anyone except myself. Divemaster wants to make our $$ worth it by utilising the air to the max. KT and another swedish guy were ask to hold on to the bouy line to do their safety stop while I was made to buddy the swedish guy's gf. However, i don't think she even care cos most of the time she sticks herself as close as possible to the divemaster while leaving me struggling behind. Mind you the max depth we went down was more than 30m. We went another round around the reefs and when it was time to do our safety stop, i was already panting hard cos the current were strong and i do not have strength to push myself to go down to 5m. The dive master and the gal were about 7m infront of me w/o even looking back. i was already 2.5m below surface while they were hanging by the bouy line. i came out with a slight headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd dive was in Hin Muang. In thai, it meant purple rock. Visibility was bad. Only bout 3m.  KT's fins broke when he hit the water and there were no spare fins available on the boat. So the divemaster  tied a knot. Some rather i knew it's not gonna last but hoping that it would.  True enough, it broke again while we were 27m underwater water. i can tell you it was a scary experience for me especially. i was trying to fix his fins while trying hard to maintain both our bouyancy. It doesn't help when again the divemaster were like 5m ahead of us. I was exhausted by the time the divemaster saw my frantic wave at her to come to our side.  Luckily she managed to fix it but the fins broke again when we were about 7m away from the bouy line to do our safety stop.  The divemaster this time turn back in time to see both of us struggling to fix the fins. The last i check my dive comp, i was still 4.9m. I was above KT to push him down and the next minute i know i was beyond 'rescue' again. i tried as hard as i could to push myself lower but still unable to keep my bouyancy and ended up draggin KT along. Was cursing myself i was out of the water. Had a terrible headache on the journey back.  Not a very good dive experience. Didn't see anything at all..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will talk about my koh lanta trip in the next blog.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-6681001601294594380?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/6681001601294594380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=6681001601294594380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6681001601294594380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6681001601294594380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/03/phi-phi-island-hotel-review.html' title='Phi Phi Island + hotel review'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-6721225245788467789</id><published>2007-03-10T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:27:26.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, i do....</title><content type='html'>yes, as the name suggest, it all happen during our recent stay in phi phi island.  We just finished our sunset dinner and decided to relieve our full stomach by walking on the beach. We stopped half way and KT went down on his knees while holding a ring and said "will you marry me?" . i was like a little school girl and broke into tears. With tears clouding my vision all i can say is "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KT promised me that we will marry before i'm 30 yrs old but i didn't see that coming (Ok, i made him promised that). A day earlier over pina coladas, we were talking about who to invite and how many tables are needed when  THE day comes, where to place his relatives as some of his uncs and aunts don't get along......hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding won't be so soon though. Most likely it's gonna be next yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC be prepared..... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-6721225245788467789?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/6721225245788467789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=6721225245788467789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6721225245788467789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/6721225245788467789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-i-do.html' title='Yes, i do....'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-117134480886707314</id><published>2007-02-13T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T13:33:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>balance, it's about the yin and the yang....</title><content type='html'>work has been keeping me bz for a couple of mths now. it's kinda scary thinking that this is what i'm gonna do for the rest of my working life....everyday work, go back for dinner, sleep and the next morning the same thing again and again......weekends seem to fly. Although we are allowed to have a 4 1/2 working days every mth, i din even have time to compelete my work let alone take half day off.....i'm really drain.......i need more work/life balance..........i can't imagine doing this when i haf my own family. ooohh. Y dun i buy lotsa lottery now and hopefully i win a few million bucks........sigh......tat's just wishful thinking....ohhh...y dun i  marry a rich bugger?? KT strive harder ok? i wanna be tai tai ....can go to the spa or have facial every mth, go to HK for shopping once a yr for their annual big sales, go backpacking in Europe and complete the route where i last stop wif food4thot, learn to cook (a way to a man's heart is thru his stomache) and maybe if it is good enuf food4thot mite wanna recommend it to others in her blog ;) , skiing (haven't seen snow b4. a true 'jakun')..and many other things ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl wud normally say that u do not know how to manage your time. but tat's not the case. i'm being stretched to the max and i'm taking the toll now. Since CNY is around the corner, i'm gonna haf 1 resolution that is to have more work/life balance.  yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-117134480886707314?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/117134480886707314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=117134480886707314' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/117134480886707314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/117134480886707314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/02/balance-its-about-yin-and-yang.html' title='balance, it&apos;s about the yin and the yang....'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-117038222655205948</id><published>2007-02-02T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:12:30.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW asshole</title><content type='html'>i dun mean to condemn BMW here, really...i wanted to rant about the driver behind the BMW wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was driving to work this morning and i decided to use a small route to escape the jam just near Damansara Perdana. Both side of the small road was parked with cars. Then i saw this BMW coming in front of me. So being a courteous driver, i stopped at a spot where only 1 side of the road is parked with cars. Which means the other opposite side is empty. This BMW came up in front of my car and stopped. So i highlighted him to ask him to move to the empty spot and the f#*king bugger wave his hand to ask me to reverse....what nerves. You think you rich bugger own the road??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking if i had the time i wud just wait at the spot until he decided to use his faggot hand and turn his steering wheel and move his car to be beside me. ...but too bad i was already late for work so i had to move my carto the side and let the bugger the easy way out, which i regretted doin so ....ooohhh....if i ever see any BMW (the new ones) and especially driven by an uncle, dun expect me to be nice anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-117038222655205948?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/117038222655205948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=117038222655205948' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/117038222655205948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/117038222655205948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2007/02/bmw-asshole.html' title='BMW asshole'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-116689104684436463</id><published>2006-12-23T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:24:06.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my luck</title><content type='html'>it's been exactly a mth since i last updated my blog...been bz wif work. sleep also dreamt of work..it's a nightmare....suppliers are so shitty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i alwiz haf bad luck with suppliers even till tdy. dunno y...i haf alwiz make sure that i made myself clear to my suppliers be it instructions, datelines, down to the nitty gritty stuff....but at the end of the day, what they deliver is somewhat diffrt than wat i expected. take for instance this particular project which i'm workin on. they are sooo unprofessional &amp; thick face. i think they like me to screw their faces everyday. they dun work unless i bark behind them. if i dun, it will nvr be done.  just last week i was so pissed off with them cos i ask them to rovide me with the subtitles for me to provide them with the chinese translation and they gave me all the subtitles w/o even proividing me with the product name. how am i spose to know what item is it? how or shud i say how wud they even know what item it is? furthermore they dun even know how to read chinese and not all the product in the eng version will be in the chinese version. FYI, they are a mth late in delivering, and i told them if i dun get the whole project done by end dec, i  ain't paying them the full amt. imagine i started this project since Oct, b4 Hari Raya and now is already Christmas. this will be the first and last time for me to use them.....dun they feel ashame? i dunno wat went wrong. i've given datelines to them from the start, i haf stated wat my requiremnts are. so, is it me or is it them??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-116689104684436463?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/116689104684436463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=116689104684436463' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/116689104684436463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/116689104684436463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-my-luck.html' title='Just my luck'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-116435925686720486</id><published>2006-11-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T17:07:36.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wan HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>I’m having a headache now, so just wanted to take my mind off work for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a dozen of things in my head but all I can think of is having a holiday. Can’t wait to go phi phi &amp; krabi next yr. Can’t wait to get my daily dosage of massage &amp;amp; do some leisure dive. I wun try to cramp 4-5 dives in day, for 2 days consecutively like wat I did in Pulau Dayang. Maybe just 2-3 dives a day and since I’m gonna b there for about a week, will just dive for 2 days. One in phi phi &amp; one in krabi……which reminds me tat I need to service my BCD &amp;amp; dive comp. Maybe need to check out some wetsuit. I think I outgrew my wetsuit &amp; there are a couple of holes in most of the strategic place on your body…hmmm…..or…I can choose to go on diet and sew the holes myself….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of diving is that you feel as though everything is so serene &amp; peaceful as you descend. Of course u still need to be careful on what you touch and occasional there mite b trigger fish which decide that u r getting to close to their nest and decide to gif u a chomp which could result in a chunk of flesh missing from your body…but otherwise it’s kinda relaxing. U can do somersault; u can try to put nemo into your mask and let them swim til u turn cock-eyed, see things tat u only see in natgeo &amp; be at awed with nature’s gift. i still haf not seen a lot of stuffs which i hope to see it one day, for eg. Moon fishes, manta rays, seahorses, dolphins, etc but definitely no shark for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who wanna go diving??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-116435925686720486?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/116435925686720486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=116435925686720486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/116435925686720486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/116435925686720486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wan-holiday.html' title='i wan HOLIDAY'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-116356852844819908</id><published>2006-11-15T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:28:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My precious thin hair</title><content type='html'>Had a day off on Mon and decided to perm my hair. Food 4 thot was my accomplice so off we went to my regular hair saloon shop. I was thinking to straighten my hair before I went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down, the owner and the shampoo girl was telling me I shud perm (digital perm) my hair instead of making it straight cos my hair was thin and it doesn’t look good…..so I said “gimme 5 min to think bout it while you wash my hair”. Somehow or rather I agreed to perm my precious thin hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited about 2hrs to see the result. I kinda like it. It’s not too curly and looks natural. But I think it doesn’t last long cos after 2 days of sleeping the curls become limp. Anyway, the owner said he will give me 1 mth warranty to do up my hair again if the curls are gone. Or if I really dun like my curls he can wash it straight again for me for free…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s not about my hair, it’s about service&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-116356852844819908?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/116356852844819908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=116356852844819908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/116356852844819908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/116356852844819908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-precious-thin-hair.html' title='My precious thin hair'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-116193808589198938</id><published>2006-10-27T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:34:45.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat porride</title><content type='html'>Went for a porridge steamboat on during the Raya holiday. Eric and gang decide to ‘dump’ me for dinner but I already semangat wanna eat porridge steamboat so decided to go and eat wif KT. We went to a restaurant in Puchong after a fren recommended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, saw the newspaper cutting on their glass wall and hey, it’s the branch of the same restaurant in Pudu. Was wiping my hands in glee when I sat down cos I’m ready to order and chow down my food. Anyway, I din bring my camera so can’t take pics of the dishes I order .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scouring thru the menu we decided to order stew pork (where the fats just melt in your mouth. Delicious but sinful), and a’ must’ order is the  pork strips. They will marinate it for you if you ask them to. Some other dishes we order were fried wanton, vege, tin kai (froggy), and some vege balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dump the whole lot in and we waited which is like ages. Luckily we still have our stew pork. Then we added in sesame oil, &amp; some pepper….yummy….&lt;br /&gt;Not too cheap though. The bill came up to RM80+ for 2 pax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try the Pudu one next time and compare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-116193808589198938?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/116193808589198938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=116193808589198938' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/116193808589198938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/116193808589198938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/10/steamboat-porride.html' title='Steamboat porride'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-116036319625914480</id><published>2006-10-09T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T11:06:36.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makan makan ipoh</title><content type='html'>Went to to kampar last weekend to be ‘heng tai’for a friends wedding and we decided to book a hotel in ipoh so that we can have a makan session before we come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We din really eat that much on our 1st day when we arrive in ipoh cos we were shuttling btwn kampar (groom’s hse &amp; wedding dinner) and ipoh (bride’s hse). Anyway, we manage to have dim sum at ‘Yoke Fook Moon’, located behind Excelsior hotel. Actually there are 2 dim sum place opposite each other. Yoke Fook Moon is said to be more generous with their servings compared to the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the main highlight of this blog is to complain and ‘cheung sui’ this tour agency shop located a few shops before Yoke Fook Moon. We parked our car in front of the this tour agency shop without realizing that it is meant for bus parking since there were other cars there. So when we happily came out with our stomach full with dim sum, we saw this bloody bus park behind our car. So we went in and told the lady operator there that can she ask the bus driver to just move a little bit further so that we can reverse our car. That bitch says that the driver went out for breakfast and will be back like 20 mins later and told us to wait. 20 mins is a long time to wait when you are going to rush off to another eating outlet. Despite desperate pleas, that bitch says that she can’t do anything and that the driver is aware cos she already made a call to him……call my ass. How can she made any calls without holding a phone?? Telepathic ka? Then this man which all along was standing nearby reading newspaper came and said that this is our own fault that we park here. He went on to show the bus stop sign and the yellow line. There is a bus sign out there…yea right, bus sign which is partly covered by a tree and the sign is actually a bus stop sign not a bus parking sign nor a no parking sign. Furthermore, the lines were so faded, you can’t even tell that is meant for bus parking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after 20 mins the bus driver boarded the bus and whaddaya know…that bus driver is that asshole which told us “it is your own fault for parking there” ..@#$%$#$$%&lt;br /&gt;Bloody ‘chin kak’. At least after finish lecturing us, u can still move your bus a bit further. But no, wanna play pretend….oooooohh…I wanna strangle him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoil my makan mood only&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-116036319625914480?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/116036319625914480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=116036319625914480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/116036319625914480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/116036319625914480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/10/makan-makan-ipoh.html' title='makan makan ipoh'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115889267527177229</id><published>2006-09-22T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:37:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more weird dreams</title><content type='html'>Lately I’ve been having lotsa weird dream which I can’t figure out y I had this dream….or maybe lately I can still remember my dreams in the morning  and straight away write it down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dream, I gotta mention some names….. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go some place and haf fun. By ‘We’ it was me, food 4 thot, chia &amp; 1 more person which I can’t remember). I remembered it was Chia cos he was driving us all there in hi lorry…yup, a lorry….and then we went up a highway which has tracks (like a roller coaster) and I was commenting that his lorry is not bad as he rev his lorry up the tracks….i was hanging on dear life cos I nearly fell out. You see, his lorry doesn’t haf a roof. He too were hanging on to the steering wheel while I manage to hang on to him….and the next thing I know, I woke up at the supposedly ‘fun’ place….there I met an ex col from my 1st job with cakes and chocolate all over his hands and his gf was bz eating/licking off him (it hasn’t anything to do with kinky, so get it out of your heads. It was purely a playful act)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were supposed to go swimming in the river (in real life I wouldn’t think of swimming in a river) but then something happen which I can’t remember in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are getting weirder by the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115889267527177229?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115889267527177229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115889267527177229' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115889267527177229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115889267527177229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-weird-dreams.html' title='more weird dreams'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115882724472078078</id><published>2006-09-21T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T16:27:24.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another weird dream</title><content type='html'>Today I had another weird dream. I dreamt that I left behind my wallet and my hp somewhere and when I went back to retrieve it, I saw this beggar took my wallet and walking towards the road fill with fast moving vehicles. He then dropped my wallet in the middle of the road. I ran and ran after him and just in time to take my wallet on the road before somebody else took it. Then I went around looking for my hp and i saw this dirty old dog holding a hand bag and my hp is inside. Then came along another beggar (woman this time) and took the handbag from the dog…….geesh …can somebody tell me what my dream is trying to tell me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115882724472078078?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115882724472078078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115882724472078078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115882724472078078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115882724472078078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-weird-dream.html' title='Another weird dream'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115811480546125531</id><published>2006-09-13T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:02:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terri posting</title><content type='html'>I have procrastinated uploading pics of Terri for some time now. This was took a mth ago (Aug) and if you were to look at him now, his top is almost white, like an old man. Took him for a grooming session and he doesn't haf this droopy eye-look anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/P1010034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/320/P1010034.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/P1010041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh..look at me, look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/P1010041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="156" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/320/P1010041.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pant ..pant.. pant..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/P6030032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/320/P6030032.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zzzzzzz...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115811480546125531?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115811480546125531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115811480546125531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115811480546125531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115811480546125531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/09/terri-posting.html' title='Terri posting'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115735568025410662</id><published>2006-09-04T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:41:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd Dream</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream tdy. I dreamt that I left my current workplace to work in co. which sells confectionary (biscuits to be exact) and all staff get to stay &amp; work in a chalet on the water (kewl huh) but the sad part is, the employer will work you like hell. Can’t even rest or go out to town. I remembered I saw a lot of familiar faces, some ex-col, some old frens from Kluang!! All went there in a hope of better prospects. I remembered clearly the so called office was in klang (can’t remember how I ended up in klang but during the interview it was mentioned that the off was in klang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest part was the was a licensing dept. There were pencil box, t-shirts and all were in guess wat? PINK!! Imagine tat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day I woke and open the window , realizing tat I nvr manage to enjoy the view  &amp;amp; I cried…..wierd, just weird….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115735568025410662?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115735568025410662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115735568025410662' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115735568025410662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115735568025410662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/09/wierd-dream.html' title='Wierd Dream'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115682316516838981</id><published>2006-08-29T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:46:05.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neither a fan nor a critic</title><content type='html'>So wat if she is a celebrity? So wat if both of them are rich ? So wat if she is the spokesperson/ ambassador for top notch brands? So wat if she is prim, proper &amp; pretty? So wat if she is perfect? So wat if he is 20yrs older than her? So wat if she gets paid to broadcast her wedding over TV? So wat if she has a shoe designed for her for her wedding? So wat if they are filthy rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat if she is a top model? So wat if her face appears everywhere; office tables, rice, watch, health drink, gym, specs, trio A or trio B? So wat if she has pouty lips? so wat if she is now single? So wat if she snare ppl’s husband? so wat if she appears in a notorious mag? So wat if she likes fame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat if she has decided to sing adilfitri songs? So wat if her beau doesn’t wan to be wif her? So wat if she writes a book to kiss &amp; tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still goes on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115682316516838981?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115682316516838981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115682316516838981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115682316516838981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115682316516838981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/08/neither-fan-nor-critic.html' title='Neither a fan nor a critic'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115614456361451306</id><published>2006-08-21T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:16:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounters (woo.....)</title><content type='html'>Since now is the Chinese 7th mth, it’s a good time to talk about wat else but the 3rd kind. U may haf heard a lot of stories b4 from friends and it’s a favorite past time especially when u r in Genting or camping wif frens and being entertain wif these stories at nite b4 u sleep. Hmm…come to think of it, maybe it’s just all part of the plan so that all guys &amp; girls can huddle closely at nite……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haf u ever wonder wat lurks behind the cupboards, underneath the bed, when u were a kid, like those in Monster Inc? or do u suddenly smell a whiff of scented flowers, which could probably be jasmine flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haf watched a VCD (local production) showing how this ‘leader’ tried to summon ghosts from the ‘hearsay’ way. He led casts which were made up of 3-4 girls, to go places which are known to be haunted. These girls were dress as sexy as they can (which makes u wonder whether the experiences they encountered is for real). Imagine going to a lonely haunted hse middle of the nite in a haltered neck blouse, mini skirts, tubes &amp; hot pants. Anyway, 1 of the places they film was Genting (They do not actually tell u the location but u’ll recognize it cos they’d be filming the journey there. Not the whole journey but snippets of it). Apparently, in Ria, 1 of the floor were closed. On each of the door on tat floor has a fu (Chinese amulet). This ‘leader’ knocked on a few doors in order to summon the ghost. This ‘leader’ is not a sifu, mind u and I dun u/std y tis gals wanna risk themselves wif him. Mayb for the thrill, I dunno. The video captured a sound of baby’s crying, faint but audible. Then suddenly u can c the whole cast + cameraman scrambling down the staircase. When they reached down, some of the gals were crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my fair share of encounters especially during my early yrs. The most unforgettable one is the green hand on my stomache, the playing of a children song (3 little tiger) in the middle of the nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the encounters are more mellowed and almost none (thank goodness). Happen only in hotels; TV turning off by itself middle of the nite, hearing pitter-pattering of feet above my floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115614456361451306?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115614456361451306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115614456361451306' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115614456361451306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115614456361451306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/08/encounters-woo.html' title='Encounters (woo.....)'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115520448660566978</id><published>2006-08-10T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:47:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you wish it still was</title><content type='html'>I know I got a lot of reminiscence blogs but wat the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I wish I grew up faster so I can do whatever grown ups do. Now I wish I were young again so that I can slowly relish myself of my growing up years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered my hse in Dungun, which overlook South China Sea. If you were to look further you can see Pulau Tenggol. I was still in kindie at tat time. Mom will always go fishin at nite at the beach, bringin along a kerosene lamp and a rod. I will usually follow her and play with the sand. There was this incident that my mom happen to caught a fish and I ask my sis what fish is it. So she said “Yu bodoh”. I didn’t know it’s the name of the fish and I tot she was calling me stupid and I cried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was staying in Tapah (at the foot of Cameron Highlands), I still recall that the mornings were cold &amp; fresh. Pine trees were all over the garden. Our hse at tat time did not haf any fences around. And at the back of the hse are like secondary jungle wif lots of durian trees. (though it’s kinda scary to think now that there mite be wild animals seeking refuge in there or even theives) When it’s durian season, mom will collect the durians whenever she hear the durian dropped. I had rabbits back then and mom has pigeons. Mine is more of a pet whereas mom’s pigeon serve as tonic nourishment for all of us. My school is located near the Shell petrol station which is on the way up to Cameron. Ayam percik sold at the pasar malam were nice &amp;amp; juicy…I was quite good in ‘main getah’ (a game where you jump over a string made up of rubber bands tied together), playing the piano (I remembered nodding off when I was practicing and even when the teacher was beside me teaching. Given now I wud luv to play more often though my piano is not in good working condition anymore). I was infact very good in playing ‘7 stones’. I enjoyed eating milo powder (who says you can only drink milo?), bread with condensed milk, scoop a big spoonful of peanut butter and eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I moved to Kluang. At that time, my hse still doesn’t have any fences around and same thing, behind was a smaller secondary jungle. When dad &amp;amp; mom cleared some of the wild bushes, there was actually a small stream. But each time we cleared the bushes, it grows back quickly and eventually we were lazy. There were lotsa banana trees so we have ample of supplies until we got bored of eating bananas. There were also lots of ubi keledek. Since there are too much ubi keledek, mom will slice and dip in to melted sugar and fry it…yummy. I got my taste of keropok ikan which is fully soaked with peanut sauce here (was sold outside STK at some malay makcik hse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, did we grew up too fast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115520448660566978?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115520448660566978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115520448660566978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115520448660566978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115520448660566978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-you-wish-it-still-was.html' title='Things you wish it still was'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115373742351231067</id><published>2006-07-24T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:37:03.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those were the days</title><content type='html'>I still remember when I was young, I lurve to watch My Little Pony and Friends, Care Bears (“Care Bears, shine!! And all the bears will shine their stuff which was marked on their tummy”), Smurfs, Sesame Street (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12…..number song and I like Cookie Monster and Elmo), Thunder cats, Transformer, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, Ghostbuster, Tom &amp; Jerry, Road Runner (bip bip) and many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was older I remember watching Ultraman, Power Rangers and laughing my head off at how ridiculous these ‘series’ are. Some human in costume doing slow-mo silat. And on closer inspection, you can even see the material used for the costumes…hmm…..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I particularly like this cartoon (can’t remember the name) when I was attending college. Wud usually watch it before I leave for classes. It’s about this cute, short, little naive Jap gal who attend magic school. And she has some items left down by her grandparents which enable her to transform to a young chic (full body curves, mind u) and of course with super hero powers when she encounters enemy to fight them off…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still watched cartoon today but it varies and somehow limited. SpongeBob. Courage the Cowardly Dog, Cow &amp;amp; Chicken, Dextor Laboratory, Jonny Bravo, X-Men Evolution and Winx. If you noticed, there is still some child like in my taste for cartoons…anything which is cute, funny, big eyes, and somewhat disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I got hold of this CD holder. It’s really cushy and I wud just put it in btwn my 2 hands while I type away….nice…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/P7240236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/320/P7240236.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115373742351231067?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115373742351231067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115373742351231067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115373742351231067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115373742351231067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/07/those-were-days.html' title='Those were the days'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115267376258056094</id><published>2006-07-12T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:20:57.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To bath &amp; brush or not to bath &amp; brush</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I placed importance in personal hygiene. But for some, its probly at their lowest priority, which I do not see any reason at all. Imagine your body smells, your face is greasy, your ass need to be soaped, your hair stinks from sweat and layered with dust from the polluted air, remnants of your dinner still stuck on your front tooth. What else could be b&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/CTR067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;etter than a nice bath &amp; a clean set of teeth, leaving you fresh, clean, scented &amp;amp; most importantly ‘nose’ friendly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t they know that it’s a turn off? He may be a hunk but suddenly you see him scratching his crotch. He’ll probly disguise the act by putting his hands in the trouser’s pocket and pretend to dig in his pocket to look for keys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/1285036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/200/1285036.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/CTR067.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/200/CTR067.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody, swat me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or she maybe a chick and when she passes you by, the perfume she fumigate herself in can make flies kamikaze as they flew pass her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are a few reasons why I think they do not want to bath &amp; brush:&lt;br /&gt;1) Plain lazy &amp;amp; ignorant to health issues &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) They want you to nag them which gifs them a reason to use it back at you for nagging&lt;br /&gt;3) What are perfumes/fingers for if not to smell nice/ scratch/dig ?&lt;br /&gt;4) I just need to sit in my car and blast the aircond for 5 mins with some air freshener blowing at me.&lt;br /&gt;5) “I sat in the office the whole day, no sweat, so no smell, no smell, so no need to bath” or “the weather is cold” excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs can fly when they finally realize that they shud bathe &amp;amp; brush for the sake of everyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/har0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/200/har0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115267376258056094?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115267376258056094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115267376258056094' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115267376258056094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115267376258056094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-bath-brush-or-not-to-bath-brush.html' title='To bath &amp; brush or not to bath &amp; brush'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115251425593890737</id><published>2006-07-10T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:44:51.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Mood</title><content type='html'>I’m longing for a holiday……Merdeka is coming but I’ve made no plans yet…..thinking of going where the air is cool, nose is filled with smell of pine trees , fresh air brushin my face and playing with my hair, tugging at my blouse, eating ice cream in this weather and then snuggle in bed…….who cares whether eating ice cream can make me fat coz energy are used up more in cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap, Snap!! WAKE UP!! I just had my holiday in early May….yea, I know but I can really use one now….Dunno why but this job just sap me off my ‘qi’ . Leaving my skin dry, wrinkly &amp; pimply.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully able to materialize my trip to NZ wif boo. Well, actually its to attend his fren’s wedding. But I dun mind going since I have nvr been to NZ. Been wanting to go to the LOTR filming scene. Or mayb milk some cow since Fernleaf ads alwiz show a lot of ‘well endowed’ cows there…moo….mooo…..For souvenirs, will bring back some cow milk for u guys. Apparently it makes your skin fairer &amp;amp; smoother since the spring water there are cleaner , fresher &amp;amp; contain more minerals...heh.heh..heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115251425593890737?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115251425593890737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115251425593890737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115251425593890737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115251425593890737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/07/holiday-mood.html' title='Holiday Mood'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115190650964682340</id><published>2006-07-03T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:06:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiotic place</title><content type='html'>I had a yam cha session in a nasi kandar shop near my hse last Fri. So we ordered a few rounds of drinks. While we were still drinking &amp;amp; chatting away, the waiter came and ask us to pay (Normally, they will only write down what you eat/drink. You only pay when you leave). What else, the more I try to reason with them the more I got piss la….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Kena bayar dulu (Have to pay first)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bayar? Bukan bayar kemudian? (Pay? Can’t I pay later?)&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Boss kata mau bayar (Boss say have to pay now)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Saya mau order lagi. Bayar kemudian la. (But I want to order more. Pay later la)&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Boss kata kena bayar dulu (Boss say have to pay first)&lt;br /&gt;Me: ??? Suruh boss you datang (??? Ask your boss to come)&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Boss kata kena bayar (Boss say have to pay first)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Suruh boss kamu datang (Ask your boss to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss came…but he wasn’t the boss munya boss. Maybe the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: Kena bayar dulu (Have to pay first)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Saya mau order lagi. Nanti kena bayar sekali lagi. (I still want to order now. I have to pay again later)&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: Sekarang bola. Banyak orang. Boss kata mau bayar dulu. (Now is football season. A lot of ppl. Boss ask to pay first)&lt;br /&gt;Me: You takut saya lari ke?!? Atau you punya kertas sudah tak ada tempat nak tulis lagi?!? (I still wanna order. You think I will run away? Or you can’t write any further on your paper?)&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: Bukan, bukan takut awak lari. Sekarang bola (No, not that I’m afraid of you running off. Now is football season)&lt;br /&gt;Fren: Letak dulu kertas (Put down the paper first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cashier left the paper on the table. But we din pay until we are about to leave…&lt;br /&gt;Idiot-nya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115190650964682340?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115190650964682340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115190650964682340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115190650964682340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115190650964682340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/07/idiotic-place_03.html' title='Idiotic place'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115077094534793003</id><published>2006-06-20T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:12:23.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies, Gentlemen ka?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/100_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/320/100_0058.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;U lady, I lady, he man, I man.....come come massage, drink...we are ladies and gentlemen serving ladies and gentlemen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we have cigarette for sales....please.....buy buy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pics taken in phi phi island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115077094534793003?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115077094534793003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115077094534793003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115077094534793003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115077094534793003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/06/ladies-gentlemen-ka.html' title='Ladies, Gentlemen ka?'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115070534083877806</id><published>2006-06-19T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:22:20.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my oinky</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="250" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/embed-js.php?b=bWM9cGlnLnN3ZiZjbHI9MHhmZDZlMzcmY249b2lua3kmYW49ZHJhZ29u" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/"&gt;adopt your own virtual pet!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115070534083877806?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115070534083877806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115070534083877806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115070534083877806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115070534083877806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-oinky.html' title='my oinky'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115035806466977685</id><published>2006-06-15T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:54:24.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does World CUp means to u?</title><content type='html'>Country fellowman has never been more united than when it is the World Cup season. Each country will be supporting their teams and country which does not have any of their team playing in World Cup will support: (a) teams that make them win $$ (b) the underdogs since they dun wanna join in the crowd my supporting the favorites (c) any team that is strong and have a tendency to win and feeling euphoric over it (d) lastly, will just enjoy the game irregardless of who is playing against who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does World Cup means to you?&lt;br /&gt;Girls:&lt;br /&gt;1) Wohoo! I’m supporting all the way for xxxxx (fill in the country name) or&lt;br /&gt;2) Wohoo! I can c my fav xxxx (player’s name) strutting his stuff on the field&lt;br /&gt;3) I can spent quality time together with my bf during World Cup… OMG??!!&lt;br /&gt;4) Oh bother! I can’t seem to haf any conversation wif my bf. The only time I get to talk to him is during half time and in btwn the next game. OR maybe not…cos he’ll be too bz predicting the next game for correct score….&lt;br /&gt;5) WTF??!?! my bf ask me to ‘Talk to the hand’. KNS! Luckily its once every 4 yrs&lt;br /&gt;6) This is the time I catch up wif old frens without needing to report to him every 1 hr or so&lt;br /&gt;7) I can use World Cup as my pick up line. Eg. So, which team are you supporting, handsome?&lt;br /&gt;Guys:&lt;br /&gt;1) Time to ‘sai lang’&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat, sleep, drink football&lt;br /&gt;3) I haf been saving up my MC for this&lt;br /&gt;4) As long it is football, doesn’t matter whether it is World Cup or EPL, or UEFA Cup or Tiger Cup, I JUST LUV FOOTBALL. Not to mention C Cup…..&lt;br /&gt;5) An excuse to be a couch potato and binge on junks, beers, soft drinks, fast food, etc&lt;br /&gt;6) Time to haf some male bonding session over a couple of beers and crude jokes&lt;br /&gt;7) Everybody is supporting a team…so I oso support a team jus to show tat I’m one of them lo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115035806466977685?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115035806466977685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115035806466977685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115035806466977685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115035806466977685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-does-world-cup-means-to-u_15.html' title='What does World CUp means to u?'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-115010660340533079</id><published>2006-06-12T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:03:23.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Famous</title><content type='html'>I jus saw my pic appearing in the rock climbing competition which I took part last mth in summit…..let me LC a bit la… considering the fact that I din win anything but they still take my pic even though it is just my back &amp; ass ….click on to &lt;a href="http://www.nomadadventure.com/climbing.php?section=comp&amp;amp;page=comp_210506-photo"&gt;http://www.nomadadventure.com/climbing.php?section=comp&amp;page=comp_210506-photo&lt;/a&gt; and c me in what else but in action   hahahaha…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-115010660340533079?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/115010660340533079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=115010660340533079' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115010660340533079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/115010660340533079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/06/almost-famous.html' title='Almost Famous'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-114983736171634303</id><published>2006-06-09T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:16:01.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Pees &amp; Poos</title><content type='html'>Oh boy….having puppy is hard work…..i hafta wake up early like 7.30am everyday to feed the dog. Well, it’s not tat I’m complaining about. It’s the housebreaking part which is wearisome for me. I know I know, it takes a lot of patience, timing and consistency to train the puppy to house break….This little fella alwiz pee &amp; poo when I’m not around….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fren said tat I shud wipe his ass everytime after each meal to stimulate his urge to poo. But he nvr feels stimulated (crude but tats the only word tat comes to my mind now)…..he usually poo way after my bedtime. So I haf no choice but to restrict his roaming area…Training the puppy to use crate is good, but the puppy yelp &amp; whines everytime I put him in the toilet. Tried one nite putting him in the toilet and he yelp from 12 midnite till 4am in the morning (cudn’t sleep at all. Pity the neighbours as well)…..if I dun let him out I think he’ll yelp till like forever –ever….fuh lamak……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y can’t puppy housebreak when they are born?&lt;br /&gt;Y can’t puppy sleep when u r sleeping and at work?&lt;br /&gt;Y can’t puppy understand command without being teached?&lt;br /&gt;Y can’t puppy pee &amp;amp; poo after they eat?&lt;br /&gt;Y do haf to b so adorable at times until u wanna pinch their cheek (in this case is the fur)?&lt;br /&gt;Y can’t puppy stay as puppy?&lt;br /&gt;Y ar ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Terri bad Terri………….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-114983736171634303?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/114983736171634303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=114983736171634303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114983736171634303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114983736171634303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-pees-poos.html' title='Of Pees &amp; Poos'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-114947983518183445</id><published>2006-06-05T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:33:57.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The puppy has finally arrive. Couldn’t sleep the nite b4…(dun laugh la….1st time ma). There were 3 pups for me to choose; the playful/ mischievous, the clingy &amp; the sleepy one. Wanted to choose the sleepy one so tat it doesn’t whine or yelp when I leave him alone. Heck, if I go to work I’ll be leaving him all by himself for like 9-10 hrs. After deciding to go for the sleepy one, my fren’s mom said that she wanted to let her fren choose 1st…mm…so I like er…….cin cai la. U wanna gif me the clingy oso can la…..i din wanna take the playful one incase she barks a lot…..to cut a long story short, I settled for the clingy one. Shud haf name him clingon since he is clingy…. But in the end, I named him Terri….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretted a bit when I took Terri back….he was yelping the whole nite when I left him at the backyard. Actually every time I closed the door behind him, he wud yelp. He wud whine and look at the door, waiting to be let out. The moment u let him out, he wud come and sleep at your feet…..poor Terri but hafta trained to be left alone, otherwise how to get use to it rite? Anyone got better ideas? If I’m ard, I’ll leave the door open and let him come in…..he will come and lick my fingers, toes &amp;amp; try to nibble ….think he’s teething…He still has no teeth yet btw. Follow me ard wherever I go, kitchen, bathroom, backyard, upstairs (can go up the stairs but scared to come down)….Cute little fella….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell u the best part. My earlier post has mentioned that I’m raising the puppy at my sis’s hse coz my mom wudn’t let me keep the puppy at home. So here’s a guide “Tactics for Dummies”….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ask whether mom wants to go with you to sis’s hse or whichever hse tat u r keeping ur puppy&lt;br /&gt;2) Let mom play with it or let the puppy play wif ur mom.&lt;br /&gt;3) Let puppy follow mom ard. If puppy follow u instead, quickly stand beside mom. puppy will automatically go to either ur feet or ur mom’s feet.&lt;br /&gt;4) Sit beside mom and talk cock wif mom while mom is playing with the puppy&lt;br /&gt;5) Let mom feed the puppy.&lt;br /&gt;6) Let mom look into the puppy’s big brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad later came over to sis’s hse and saw the puppy. He say it’s too small to be left alone, so he ask me to bring it back home and take care of it 1st. Mom din object!! Tactic works….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought it back home yesterday evening. Now just hope that I’ll b able to train well and maybe mom continue to let me keep Terri at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note of caution, this only works if it is still a puppy….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-114947983518183445?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/114947983518183445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=114947983518183445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114947983518183445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114947983518183445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-at-home.html' title='Back at home!'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-114827942540022626</id><published>2006-05-22T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:29:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW MO really slow</title><content type='html'>The long awaited competition is here. My 1st comp since i started climbin about 4 mths ago. Was pretty nervous when I reached Summit seeing all the pros there…&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/abner_redv" target="_blank"&gt;redv&lt;/a&gt; was no where in sight yet…. Palms getting sweaty. Our team name was called ‘SLOW MO’….and I can’t agree more with the name…Climbing starts from 9.15am to 5.15pm. My flag no. was 203 (anyone wants to buy 3D or 4D can try different combination using this no.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to complete at least 1 top rope (total 20 routes) &amp; 1 boulder (total 12 routes) in order to qualify. I manage to complete only 7 routes out of 20 and chicken egg for bouldering. It wasn’t exactly a great feat but I like to think that I’m not the worst among the gals, YEAH!…I manage to complete a few more routes than one of them (yea…jus one of them)...climb until my arms &amp;amp; legs were all shaky. Hafta gulp down 2 cans of Red Bull jus to keep me goin for the 2nd qualifying round, bouldering….Though it wasn’t much of a help….by then my arms were kinda pumped. Redv was way much better then me but since I din qualify for the bouldering, can’t win anything, not even the lucky draw….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Muhammad Zaki (Silver medallist in men speed climbing from Singapore) was here competing. Recognize him since I manage to catch Asian X Games in ESPN finals and with his hairstyle I can’t be wrong. Even Malaysia’s Silver medallist were there too&lt;br /&gt;So, overall, it was a great experience &amp;amp; hopefully I’ll b able to win something next time (geez….actually losers alwiz says this jus to make ourselves feel better)…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-114827942540022626?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/114827942540022626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=114827942540022626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114827942540022626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114827942540022626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/05/slow-mo-really-slow.html' title='SLOW MO really slow'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-114784958290985085</id><published>2006-05-17T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T15:06:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Doggie</title><content type='html'>A fren was saying that she has too much puppies. Her dog jus gave birth to a litter of puppies and she can’t keep all. So being me (the kiasu), I said “I wan I wan”. I alwiz wanted a puppy but my mom is a neat freak and she can’t stand any fur lying or flying around the hse. Heck, she even refrain me not to comb my hair in the living room &amp; kitchen (can’t help it if my hair is wet and it’s time for dinner or my fav show is on TV, rite?). Furthermore, she was complaining tat my neighbors dog bark too much until it disturbs her sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;So I told my mom, this dog dun bark a lot one but then she come out wif another excuse saying  tat she wun haf time to look after the puppy when we are away working or away for vacation.&lt;br /&gt; So can somebody come out wif a better excuse for me to use? I was thinking to buy a dog crate 1st (ngeh ngeh lai) and then it will be too late for her to object…but then again, it mite back fire and I mite haf wasted 100 bucks for the crate ….good excuse which works are welcome…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-114784958290985085?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/114784958290985085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=114784958290985085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114784958290985085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114784958290985085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/05/doggie-doggie.html' title='Doggie Doggie'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-114724117961099398</id><published>2006-05-10T14:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T02:42:06.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/100_0037a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I’m on a holiday spree….just got back from Phuket which was 1 mth after Siem Reap…..i’m more burnt then ever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Reach Phuket in the afternoon. After having a light lunch and checked in, we went to look for dive shops to book a dive trip for the next day…….At the same time, we booked for Thai massage to have a few bones cracked. We had seafood for dinner. I promised &lt;a href="http://food-4-thot.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;food-4-thot&lt;/a&gt; that I will take photos of the food that I have eaten to post it at her blog. Half way eating, I realize that I have not taken any pics yet…..so I took pics of the crayfish’s shells, a pot of empty tom yam gung, see ham shells (cockerels), and some fish bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/100_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/320/100_0002.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/100_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/100_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/320/100_0008.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/100_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Woke up early in the morning to go for a 1 day dive to King Cruiser Wreck, Shark Point &amp; Koh Doc Mai. Visibility was poor, especially in Shark Point &amp;amp; Koh Doc Mai. King Cruiser Wreck would be the best among the 3. You can actually dive inside a wreck…for a short distant, which was pretty kewl since this is the 1st time I do wreck diving. Did some wreck diving in Tioman but it wasn’t exactly wat u call a wreck dive since we jus circle the exterior of the ship. King Cruiser has lotsa scorpion &amp; lion fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark Point was disappointing. Y call it Shark Point when there were no sharks at all…? Manage to see the normal stuff like a giant pufferfish, a small school of barracudas, lotsa anemone fishes. 2 med size shrimps, lotsa yellow polka dot fishes (dunno wat u call tat), lotsa jellyfish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koh Doc Mai was equally disappointing. Saw a few jacks, a trumpet/ flute fish (too novice to distinguish the fishes apart). The rest is same-same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, dun dive in phuket. Go to Phi Phi island and take up the dive trips from there. Or go to Similan &lt;em&gt;(jiao) &lt;/em&gt;to dive…..but best to dive there in Dec~April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had seafood again for dinner…and more empty shells &amp;amp; bones for food-4-thot. Went for bone cracking session again. It’s kinda scary after a while…tot my bones gonna give way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Went sailing from Phuket to Phi Phi island (overnite stay in Phi Phi). Pricey but how often do u get to sail anyway…..we got the whole boat to ourselves. The boat can stop where u wan it to be (for snorkel, dive, swim, pee in the water). Best part of all it has a hammock……Had sea sick halfway the journey. Sea was very choppy. Decided to rest on the dock &amp; stare at the ocean and the sky….and…fell asleep….when I woke up, my name becomes Maya bt Ahak &lt;em&gt;(blackie)&lt;/em&gt;. Fug….it will take forever b4 I can become Chinese again.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Phi Phi after 6 hrs on the sail boat. FYI, speed boat takes 45 mins. Ferry takes 1½ hrs to reach……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/100_0037a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/320/100_0037a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel tat we booked in Phi Phi was nice but the service was poor or shud I say none at all…..very bad….no one smile at u, no one greet u. They even argue with us when we insist that we paid for a speedboat back to Phuket instead of taking the ferry. They even pull my frens’ t-shirt and challenge him for a fight…HARLO…we are paying customer. Show us a bit of respect la and where is the Thai courtesy &amp;amp; friendliness that Thailand has been promoting? Anyway, we lodge a police report at a police box &lt;em&gt;(Box bcos it is small)&lt;/em&gt;. Immediately they follow us back to the hotel to clear matters up. Tell u ar, after tat , the staff seem to b extra friendly…smile &amp;amp; greet u…..Our package spose to come with breakfast. But we decided not to eat there incase they put ‘things u dun wanna eat’ in our meals……I’m very tempted to post the hotel name here but….rather not incase of being sued. Will be more than happy to tell u the name if u ask me personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Reached back to Phuket in the afternoon. Went for shopping and manage to buy a T-shirt with ‘same same but different’ printed on it. Ever since Siem Reap, I haf been using this phrase quite often….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Groan…..holiday ended already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did u know that Phuket actually means ‘Bukit’&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-114724117961099398?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/114724117961099398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=114724117961099398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114724117961099398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114724117961099398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/05/phuket.html' title='Phuket'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-114654245175276114</id><published>2006-05-02T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:00:51.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? in competition?</title><content type='html'>Fug…..wat haf I gotten myself into…..rock climbing competition??!!?? Apparently I started climbin like 3mths ago and my climbin kaki suggested tat we shud enter a mix team competition together…….i’m not exactly good…no strength, no endurance, no speed &amp; no techniques….a recipe for failure &amp;amp; embarrassment I wud say….geez…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets put it this way. I dun mind joinin jus for the fun of it….but the idea thinking of all the pros there  makes my knees goes weak….&lt;br /&gt; It’s only less than a mth away from the competition……hmm….think I shud try??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-114654245175276114?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/114654245175276114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=114654245175276114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114654245175276114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114654245175276114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/05/me-in-competition.html' title='Me? in competition?'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-114641666056541133</id><published>2006-05-01T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:04:20.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y can't $$ grow on trees</title><content type='html'>Another fren jus called recently to announce tat he will be getting married. Sigh…time passes by so quickly or r we jus growing up faster than we think? Seems like ystdy when I was still attending college, enjoying my carefree life. The biggest worry at that time was whether I’ll pass the exams. Now I have to worry will I be able to support my parents when they r old, provide food on the table when I haf my own family, whether my partner will outlive me and leave me alone, whether my condo will resume work again before the bank suck me off my $$ for interest, whether I haf enuf $$ to get a new car when my dad decides to retire permanently and demand his car back, whether I can afford for overseas holiday every yr :P ……&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m not exactly an ambitious person. I dun intend to climb all the way up the corporate ladder joinin in the rat race, but at the same I wanna c myself improving &amp;amp; get promoted… I dun like routine but then I dun need to be mentally challenged all the time. (lei siong tim). I dun mind putting in extra hrs at work but I wanna be fairly rewarded. I need directions but I dun like to b limited on how I handle it…&lt;br /&gt;Haih…..y can’t $$ just grow on trees……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-114641666056541133?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/114641666056541133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=114641666056541133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114641666056541133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114641666056541133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/04/y-cant-grow-on-trees.html' title='Y can&apos;t $$ grow on trees'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-114641661728203590</id><published>2006-05-01T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T18:37:11.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Angkor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/AnkorWat010406%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/320/AnkorWat010406%20040.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just got back from Siem Reap, hence the delay in updating this blog..Spent 5D/4N there. Let me start here with saying that cars move less tha 40km/hr. You can ride a bicycle and reach a place same time as when u use a car .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say that the trip was an enjoyable one, though it was bloody hot. Think it was bout 37 degrees. Was sweating from morning till nite. First day, drop bags at hotel and went scouting ard for food in old town. Went to this place call Khmer Kitchen. They serve local Khmer food. Quite nice 'cept tat the dishes we ordered tasted sweet. Must be the pumpkins &amp; MSG. Then found this place call Blue Pumpkin. I must say this is reccomendable...cool lounge upstairs. Nice white sheets which reminds me of hospital beds but it's kewl....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day - I haf to wake my ass up to watch sunrise at angkor wat. Ass was still stuck on the bed. It's 4.30am...fug....driver spose to come &amp;amp; pick us up at 5.15am. Reach the main entry of angkor where we need to apply &amp; pay US$40 for a 3 days pass. They took our photos and stick onto the pass....yikes...my eyes are still puffy....not enuf sleep. Spose to take pix of sunrise there.....mana tau the clouds were blockin the sun. Decided to proceed walkin since no more sunrise. 20 mins later, the sun decided to come out from hiding. KNS.....Spent bout 5-6 hrs in an angkor wat and decided tat we r too hungry to go anywhere else. Driver sent us back to hotel &amp;amp; pick us up 2 hrs later to go to angkor thom...legs already achin....Bayon is a must-go in angkor thom...no words can describe it..simply beautiful...Next we walk on till we reach Phimeanakas and later Terrace of Elephants. Took a few pics and off we continue to the next stop, Preah Khan. (Will need to figure out how to put in pics here). Anyway, by the end of the day, we had enuf of temples....Had our dinner at Red Piano. Its kinda pricey and it doesn't live up to my expections since some reviews actually rave bout this place.....nope. i wun go there again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day - Looking fwrd to Ta Phrom (where tomb raider was filmed) jus to take pics of the trees. 1st stop was in Bantreay Srei (pink temple). It was nice. But since i had an overdose of temples on the 2nd day, it doesn't seem as great as when u 1st c angkor wat. So its gd to know the Hindu religion/beliefs, since most of the cravings are based on that &amp; it'll make u appreciate more of the temples ....Later went to Phreah Rup jus to snap some photos.....the phrase 'same-same but different' caught on....coz some temples actually looks the same but different in a way. Took some hit-&amp;amp;-run pics too at East Mebon. Last stop was Ta Phrom...the long awaited destination. Right....after tat, we had enuf of trees &amp; temples, cos it's jus same-same, but different.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day - Shopping day!! Haggle until i need to drink 2 packets of sugarcane mixed with orange &amp;amp; lemon...refreshing...and ...back to haggling...ooh...we had some nice baguette wif 3 types of meat in it and top it of wif some kerabu cucumbers...yummy....I actualy bought a bikini in a place where there are no beaches.....We were offered a free dinner by a shop owner. We had breakfast there on our way to central mkt. His shop was selling some local noodles in the morning. It was cheap compared to some other places &amp; food is good. We licked our bowls clean. The owner must be happy seeing this &amp;amp; came over our table and said "come dinner. Free free". mmm....free sounds good. Anyway, we were surprise that he gave each of us a claypot filled with beef's abdomen &amp; some other spare parts. Tot he's giving us only 1 pot and we can order something else....ok, it wasn't as good as in the morning. The soup need more beef taste. Later he told us tat his shop is open only for 2 days and wanted to find ways to improve his cooking......so there, us = guinea pigs...but i'm not complaining....After dinner wanted to rush back hotel to catch 'Lost' on AXN. Ta pao a few local beers &amp;amp; wine coolers from a convenient shop and we are all set to watch 'Lost'. Did i mentioned that beer is as cheap as US$0.65-US$1.00 for a can? For more food adventures in Siem Reap, &lt;a href="http://food-4-thot.blogspot.com"&gt;http://food-4-thot.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day - balik kampung...oh woh....balik kampung....no flight delay...sunburnt &amp;amp; tired.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, ppl haf been telling me tat for 1st timers to cambodia, we r bound to get diarrhoea. But i guess i've trained my stomache well....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-114641661728203590?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/114641661728203590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=114641661728203590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114641661728203590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114641661728203590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/05/beautiful-angkor.html' title='Beautiful Angkor'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27324298.post-114641652705285463</id><published>2006-05-01T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T01:02:07.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog</title><content type='html'>After reading a couple of blogs over the internet, it got me thinking that maybe i shud start my own blog as well. Some may say, u got anything else better to do ar? so much free time ar? well...i'm not exactly tat free, but at least i get to pen down my thoughts...be it some BS, complaints or some inner thoughts. i'm just too lazy to pick up a pen a write it in a diary. So there u r, my first ever blog&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;U must be wondering y i name my blog 'last-of-the-dragon'. Well as a matter of fact, my family name is indeed dragon in chinese. Hmm...y last of the dragon? Mom &amp; dad only had me &amp;amp; sis. So we can't possbily carry down the family name since we r gals. The only hope is my 2 older guy cousins, which till now there r still single. Dun get me wrong, i'm not trying to offer any matchmaking servces. In the mean time, i consider the so-call dragon legacy ends at my generation....which can be a pity. I kinda like my family name......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27324298-114641652705285463?l=last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/feeds/114641652705285463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27324298&amp;postID=114641652705285463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114641652705285463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27324298/posts/default/114641652705285463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://last-of-the-dragon.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog'/><author><name>Last-of-the-Dragon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15944127354454306547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2374/2875/1600/untitled.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
