<?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-5681120927139927096</id><updated>2011-08-02T23:50:09.869-07:00</updated><category term='racism'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='radio'/><category term='food'/><category term='movies'/><category term='death'/><category term='discrimination'/><category term='football'/><category term='breakdown'/><category term='water rafting'/><category term='simpsons'/><category term='lunch'/><category term='England'/><category term='car'/><title type='text'>Realm of the endless</title><subtitle type='html'>You cannot control what happens to you, but you can control your attitude toward what happens to you, and in that, you will be mastering change rather than allowing it to master you. That's why the mind is such a wonderful thing. It can make a heaven out of hell and a hell out of heaven.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-2690546395161139738</id><published>2010-11-02T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T05:00:47.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good taxpayers money</title><content type='html'>Dear all... project 88 is going slowly as expected as they are way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tooo&lt;/span&gt; many distractions. I was at the clinic earlier as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; currently suffering a bout of cough. The doctor weighed me and the verdict was 115. Sigh. Still a long way to go - but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure i will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently received an assessment from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IRB&lt;/span&gt; for like RM5k for YA2008. I went - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? will need to sort that out since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; already paid my taxes for YA2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow - back to the topic at hand. Its interesting where our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;taxdollars&lt;/span&gt; goes to. The recent 2011 budget announced another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bolehland&lt;/span&gt; project i.e. the Mega Tower. - Seriously - why the fuck do we need another 'mega' building which costs like 5billion bucks. Why can't we use those money to educate the people in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kampungs&lt;/span&gt; or improve the roads in the rural areas, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email today. Its clearly a forwarded mail which came with some pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Khir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Toyo&lt;/span&gt; expense claims between 2004 and 2009. Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; no expert and I cannot verify the authenticity of the pictures, but I must say that in my line of work where I would need to review various source documents such as payment vouchers, they do look like the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on those few vouchers, my emotions of hate and disgust reached boiling point. Its like rape of an innocent. I've said before that its only natural for politicians to benefit from their positions, but they as powers that be must know when to draw the line. What i saw was pure greed and selfishness. They were a bunch of travel claims to various locations. Some of which appears to be expensive - fucking expensive holidays which i doubt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; ever get the benefit of enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that he had the nerve to 'play innocent' during an interview sometime back really pissed me off further. These are extracts of the said interview :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: People are shocked by the RM1.7mil spent for the Disney trips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: That was decided by the management. I am actually a very simple man. I do not ask for these kind of things. Maybe they said as a chairman, that is my entitlement and they did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You say you are a simple man but people would disagree because you fly first class and stay at expensive presidential suites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: You must remember when I was the (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PNSB&lt;/span&gt;) chairman. I have my entitlement. If I were to reduce my entitlement to what an officer gets then what is the officer going to reduce to? I am the chairman. There is the deputy chairman, board of directors, government officers going along. If I fly business class (not first class), then what happens to my state secretary? He will complain. If I am travelling alone it is easier. But I am travelling with a group of people and if I downgrade myself - it’s a problem for the others. But I never ask (for the pricey presidential suites or first class flights). Whatever they provide, I go along with. I just tell them to give me a full itinerary on these trips. I want a full programme with investors and companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously guys - what's up with this moron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting how he puts his claims as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;technical&lt;/span&gt; visits. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Technical&lt;/span&gt; visits MY ASS motherfucker! There's a claim made to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;PNSB&lt;/span&gt; via Tourism &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sdn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Bhd&lt;/span&gt;. This claim was for first class travel for his family + A class accommodation in Orlando Florida and the 'Disney Hotel' during the period of 23 December 2007 to 1 January 2008. Who the fuck are u trying to kid by claiming a 'technical visit' during the world's main holiday period at a very popular holiday destination? The trip including first class treatment for his family as well and u know what the bill came up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM646,841!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-2690546395161139738?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/2690546395161139738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=2690546395161139738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2690546395161139738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2690546395161139738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-taxpayers-money.html' title='Good taxpayers money'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-6057711808355069306</id><published>2010-10-25T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:47:47.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T minus 86</title><content type='html'>Guys guess what.... i think the bloody project is working! its been 2 days since i started the regime and i've dropped 2kgs! woo hoo... probably just water retention but its surely in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 117kgs - to 115kgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;target remains - 90kg by 15.01.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-6057711808355069306?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/6057711808355069306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=6057711808355069306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/6057711808355069306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/6057711808355069306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2010/10/t-minus-86.html' title='T minus 86'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-4362874769048634242</id><published>2010-10-24T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T17:56:35.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commencement of project 88</title><content type='html'>Dear folks, i've decided to use me blogspace to do a little project ala project julie/julia style. Basically, after all the nagging and comments received in the last few weeks, i've finally caved in and will do what i've been procasticating for over a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, a quick update. If you do read my sorry little excuse for bytes on the internet page, you would know that by now - i'm legally married to my beautiful wifey - Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool has replaced the stupid yanks with a new one - not sure how that's gonna pan out - but i'm sure its better than keeping those 2 bozos. Personally - it would do alot of good to see liverpool get relegated. at least we could start fresh! another bright spark is that we won the match last nite against da rovers. it was a nail biting affair towards the end. nevertheless - its always about the result- and finally we got one. Though still 3rd from the bottom - i see better days ahead and i really dont think we'll be there much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for married life - its fantastic - apart from all the new responsibilities that come with it. Things like remodelling 2 small rooms can be a real task! gosh - i need a spot of jhonny just thinking about it... anyhow - with the ROM on 10.10.10 there were alot of pictures circulating mainly on fb. I was lucky to have the luxury of many friends with big cameras who volunteered to take some pictures for me. Hence - the many photos. I must say, from all that i've seen thus far - Dom's pics are the best. Do check out his &lt;a href="http://dominiquekeephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt; for some photos from the day. The reception dinner remains in January - which i'm really looking forward too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow - i noted that almost EVERYONE commented on how fat i've become. I really couldn't be bothered - coz i'm fat and happy. alwiz been the case for perhaps the longest time. Then comes the questions - 'dude, are you gonna lose some weight?' and my reply has alwiz been the same - 'why'? it just wont be me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then of course, as you clean your room, u find the cupboard with all the pictures you have ever developed and realise - 'wtf. i was that thin??' then of course - your colleague (in this case rachel) finds some old photos from like 2-3 years ago and uploads them on fb and you see you face and go - gosh i was that small then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereafter - there's the wife that says - 'darling - we've got less than 2 months to prepare for the wedding (dinner)' which i interrupt to say 'no dear - we've got 3 months'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she snaps and says - 'dont get wise on me!'.. and that's when like any good husband - (I just roll my eyes and shut the fuck up)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she says 'we look so fat during our ROM'... 'we must lose weight and look fantabulous for the reception dinner'... and I go - 'what for?' just to gain it all back???  i thought to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow.... i must admit - i feel unhappy that i look like a fat walrus in a suit during my ROM. When i look back and see my old pictures and realise that - 'eh - maybe i'm in denial, maybe i just dont have what it takes and am ashamed / or more like I dont have the will power or i'm just a coward'.. or plain simply - i'm i really happy being fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i reflect back - i used to be freaking fit. I loved running, sports, camping, etc, etc..... what happened? i can barely go up a flight of steps without gasping for air... where did that person go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that i'm forever feeling sick - with the headaches, sinus attacks, palpatation, ezema, chronic sore throat - i really fear for my future. Now that i'm married - i must be responsible to ensure that I have a trouble free life so that i can take care of another (and hopefully some offsprings).... at least die trying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that - i eat like there's no tomorrow - i still smoke (though i'm proud to say that i'm a social smoker whereby i generally only smoke when i drink - which is not very often).... and i'm forever feeling tired... its really pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just last friday i went out salsa dancing. I had a couple of dances and then felt the air was thin. I had my head down and could barely catch my breath. now that's just not right. it was scary too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as of yesterday - i decided to commence project 88. 88 apart from being a very nice number for the chinese... it also represents 88 days to the reception dinner (from yesterday of course)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this project - i plan to lose as much weight as possible. I've set some targets which I've yet to finalise - like targeted weight loss, targeted sugar levels, etc, etc.... Once i've finalised them, i plan to monitor my progress on a chart which i hope to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys - i hope that I will do my best to lose all that weight and become fit again. Hence - project 88. 88 days to the reception dinner. 88 days to lose at least 20 kgs. 88 days to become healthier, lower sugar levels, better bp reading, better cholesterol readings, no more sore throat or nasal problems... etc... etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record - i've systematically brought all my levels down - but some are still borderline hence my preference to bring them down further....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to do this - i'm gonna start my reducing my food intake..... no more organ meet (sob sob - i really love intestines and liver).... no more fatty food (no more curry puffs, vadais - fried stuff, etc)... no more binge eating (no more snacks)... no more ice cream (Nooooooooooooooooo)... reduce carbs (gosh this is gonna be tough since i LOVE rice!)... etc... etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i will commence phase 2 - havent figured that one out yet. but i guess it'll include some lifestyle changes like choice of eateries, exercise, less smoke, less drinkning, more sleep, etc, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i planned it yesterday - i havent really started. Besides I only thought of it like late at night - so there's no way i could've started yesterday.... :P... anyhow.... project 88 sounds better than project 87 right? lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the healthy food regime commences today officially.... t-minus 87 days to a fitter better me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you at the finish line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-4362874769048634242?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4362874769048634242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=4362874769048634242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4362874769048634242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4362874769048634242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2010/10/commencement-of-project-88.html' title='Commencement of project 88'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-2754553184806048077</id><published>2010-10-09T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T08:53:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding Dong the bells are gonna chime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There are drinks and girls all over London, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I've gotta track 'em down in just a few more hours!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm getting married in the morning! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pull out the stopper! Let's have a whopper! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But get me to the church on time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great lyrics from perhaps my favourite musical of all time. Its a song that you either hate it or love, but one's things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;constant&lt;/span&gt;, the character singing the song - the jolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Doolittle is one whom u love to hate yet hate the fact that you do love his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eccentricities&lt;/span&gt;. I have no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intentions&lt;/span&gt; on educating how great the work from great old Georgie Bernie Shaw and the talented Alan Jay Lerner that has entertained generations, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here to share to all who actually tuned in to my little cyberspace project that I am 'getting married in the morning'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe my feelings right now, but its that of pure happiness. Yvonne and I have decided to get married a few months ago and have selected 10.10.10 to be the PERFECT day to make things official. (the reception dinner is only gonna be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;). I know its a corny date... but hell... this way - i can never forget the it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its truly an amazing experience and I can't wait for tomorrow. Like from the play i can relate to when Eliza sings &lt;em&gt;'i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;could have&lt;/span&gt; danced all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; and still have begged for more. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;could have&lt;/span&gt; spread my wings and done a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thousand&lt;/span&gt; things, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never done before'&lt;/em&gt;.... That's exactly how I feel like tonight. I really can't wait for it to start and be officially a married man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be getting married at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Chempaka&lt;/span&gt; Buddhist Lodge at approximately 8.20am. We've decided to keep it a small do with just our direct families as the place is not very big and we fear that the 3 hour long prayer session may be just a bit long and tiring for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was once a hopeless romantic always looking for the cheesy cliche-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; line to put on a smile... always believed in rose petals , poetry and scented candles, etc, etc.... But in recent times i find myself hopelessly obsessed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;practicality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, whenever people asked us stories about how I proposed' I regretfully answer that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;urm&lt;/span&gt;... 'well I did it the practicall way, urm.... we discussed the idea of marriage' and that was it. Which is true - we did discuss about it and a chain of events occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in a way, how we got to tomorrow is somewhat similar to the 'green card' model.. you know that hallmark movie with Gerard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Depardieu&lt;/span&gt;... where the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt; poster reads - 'The story of two people who got married, met and then fell in love'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well our story is slightly different... the love part clearly came first... however the lead up to the marriage was interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we agreed on a date then we informed our parents individually.. then i asked her parents permission to marry her... then i bought the wedding band... made the engagement ring MUCH later... then had a proposal with the bended knees on the beach of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kuching&lt;/span&gt; in front of my dear friends with a mock ring made by me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; from another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;motha&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fatha&lt;/span&gt; (ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; of course) which she made from the leaves she found under her butt (don't ask)... and that folks.. is how tomorrow came to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everyone for your warm wishes either via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;. Really appreciate them. To the dirty half dozen who volunteered to play paparazzi tomorrow, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me... i really should get to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bed? I couldn't go to bed! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head's too light to try to set it down! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep! Sleep! I couldn't sleep tonight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not for all the jewels in the crown!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could have danced all night! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could have danced all night! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; still have begged for more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could have spread my wings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And done a thousand things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never done before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night folks.. today is my last night of singledom. Tonight, I give up my bachelor's degree... and prepare for my ever after!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-2754553184806048077?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/2754553184806048077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=2754553184806048077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2754553184806048077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2754553184806048077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2010/10/ding-dong-bells-are-gonna-chime.html' title='Ding Dong the bells are gonna chime!'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-6161754732288191111</id><published>2010-05-12T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T05:55:39.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Liverpool oh my Liverpool</title><content type='html'>The English footie season is finally over. To describe Liverpool's season as being pathetic is showing too much compassion as Liverpool were utter rubbish from the first match against Spurs sometime last yaer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the sale of 1-2 players, i.e. the likes of Alonso and Aberloa have such catastrophic results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the yanks fucking short changed us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or has Benetiz seriously lost the plot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it coz Stevie G doesnt believe in liverpool anymore? it surely looked like it all season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is going on? From a team that pushed Man Ure all the way last season with only 2 losses can end up losing 11 times and placed 7th.... its just way too maluflying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to endure a season of taunts from Man Ure fans... although words exchanged were unfair but it goes with the territory of supporting the weaker team with such a rich history and rivalry with the current team(s) in form. It is something i've been used to for the past 20 years and frankly i'm fine with it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a United fan keeps condemning liverpool fans with regards to the past.... but many of my batch mates forget that when footie was easily accessible to us lot... there were no better team to support than United.... As such, these comments just dont make sense and may appear hypocritical...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irrespectively....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont hate United.... it may be hard to believe but I do enjoy watching them play.... Its funny coz i DONT WANT THEM TO WIN... but I love watching them play coz they play with this belief and conviction that they deserve to win every single match.... its that fighting spirit and desire and sometimes that arrogance that the team exudes impresses me coz why play if you think you're gonna lose? Furthermore, I sometimes feel that when they take to the pitch, they have it in them that its their God given right to win the match even when playing poorly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that arrogance in the Chelski team too as they feel they deserve to be Champions (i don't think they are champions because of the roman wealth)... and they do deserve to be champions... how often do u see a team win not 1, not 2 but 4 times in a season by scoring 7 goals or more.... or averaging 3 goals at home.... the attacking arrogance of Ancoletti (given they way he disrespects the so call 'big 4' with his line-up) shows the belief he has that his team will score every time out... Think about it.. you avoid a defeat by keeping a clean sheet... but u can't win if you don't score'... so which is it? play defensively and maybe win by the odd goal? or go out and bully the park and score some goals... say 8 on the final day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a long time i believed in defense is the best offense.... but now after seeing the confidence in Chelski and United players.. i would like to see Liverpool take on a more attacking style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I truly believe the problem is the mindset of the players.. Liverpool players must believe that they CAN WIN EVERY MATCH BY 2-3 goals.... they need to be arrogant and fight for everything let alone every ball.... its that losing mentality that they have that makes them a deserved laughing stock.... sigh... my liverpool oh my liverpool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during the run-in to the season.... i wanted united to win the title.... not because i'm a closet united fan - NO FUCKING WAY TO THAT... but I need this talk about Liverpool's glorious past to come to an end... United are making and rewriting their own history... as such claim all of the Pool's past glories and records.... for its time (surely) for Liverpool to start writing new ones.... we were great in the 60s-80s... but its over... GET OVER IT.... NOW WE ARE NO BETTER THAN THE ALSO RANS LIKE VILLA, CITY, SPURS, EVERTON, etc..... ITS TIME TO PLAY EVERY MATCH WITH PURE PASSION, CONVICTION AND BELIEF THAT WE WILL WIN!!!! We need to prove why we deserve to win the league.... The fact that we lost so many points this season after taking the lead in matches shows that we are really weak mentally... we need to be rid of that and start believing.... whether the yanks or benetiz stays in power.... we should support the club 100% and hopefully the players will wake up and realise that its time to shine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole of last season... we played with this lacklustre and expectation that we would eventually get there - like get the 4th spot.. (we had many opportunities to turn our season around to claim that 4th spot)...  similarly they were so much european romance talk that we would eventually win the Europa cup... but its all over... we lost coz we deserve to lose and never tried to start the season....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time to change is now... its time to believe! not for the fans for fans especially fans like me never stopped believing... its that belief that has the truth too bitter a pill to swallow let alone many dissapointingly torturous nights.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want is for each player and everyone with the club to have that belief.... as long as the yanks and benetiz are in power... i will support them as that is beyond my control.... and i truly believe we have depth in our squad to become champions... we just need to DO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hats off to chelski for winning the league.... united came close to no 19 and no 4 in a row.... maybe they'll get it eventually... well done to chelski for not letting nerves get the better of them... but now liverpool have a chance to claim no 19 first.. so please do it or at least go out trying.... coz if you dont, you might as well just hand over all the records to united and chelski....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hats off to spurs whom i thought had no chance in the run-in but they proved it week after week why they deserve to be in the CL next season - i wish them all the best... they too believe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we need to start believing NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish we got relegated... that way we could probably start fresh... i mean really fresh.... new management / new team (in fact the only player i believe plays to win every match this season in a liverpool jersey was PEPE REINA..... the rest were really shit including Stevie G who has been instrumental and a pride of merseyside in seasons gone by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winning the championship by bullying the other teams might be a good thing as at least the team will then have the confidence and are used to winning by 2-3 goal margin week in / week out... with that they could go on to claim the premiership... just like what Shanks did back in the 60s.... get relegated - go win div2... come back and win div 1... and never looked back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course we could do real bad in the championship and have to fight for a play-off berth... now that's a scary thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but till then - YNWA.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-6161754732288191111?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/6161754732288191111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=6161754732288191111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/6161754732288191111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/6161754732288191111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-liverpool-oh-my-liverpool.html' title='My Liverpool oh my Liverpool'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-8576461212686722651</id><published>2010-01-07T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:28:25.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I lost faith in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/S0bufEhv_NI/AAAAAAAAAk8/_bTK4DWRbIo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The use of the word 'Allah' fiasco in Malaysia has taken a new turn earlier today. The events that took place this morning was cowardly, disrespectful and just simply disturbing that such barbaric acts of stupidity can happen in places of worship and peace and more importantly within residential areas. I am of course referring to the arson attacks on 3 churches this morning and 4 cars with Christian worship objects in Bangsar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Historically, the word Allah orginated from arabic speaking nations to represent the English word God. Its has strong roots within all Abrahamic religions i.e. Judaism, Christianity and Islam, simply because all 3 religions originated from a similar place. Hence the never ending battle to claim the 'Holy Land' or the 'Holy of Holies'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I draw upon this fact simply because up to today, Arab Jews and Arab Christians use the word Allah as God because they speak arabic. Therefore, i draw upon a simple conclusion that Allah and God is the same, accept that the definition and context within each Abrahamic religion may be somewhat different. Please note that before the rise of Abrahamic religions, the Holy of Holies practiced all kinds of paganism and the Meccan pagans refer to their pagan Gods are Allah as they speak arabic as well. Even the Arabic-descended Maltese language of Malta, whose popupation is almost entirely Roman Catholic, uses 'Alla(no 'h') for 'God' up to today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why there are so much similarities within the holy books of all 3 Abrahamic religions and many other common factors. To me, Allah and God is the same like Musa and Moses, Ibrahim and Abraham, Isa and Eesus (Jesus) Mariam and Mary, so on, so forth. I mean no disrespect or do i wish to throw another spannar into the works but this is just my view based on the little research i have done or based on what i have noticed from arabic speaking friends from around the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, if a person feels that the word Allah can only be used by a certain faith to represent God, or the Supreme Being, or the Creator, etc, etc.... and if the same person believes that the use of the word Allah by other followers of other faiths means using Allah's name in vain.... the only conclusion I can draw upon is the fact that Allah must mean a name to represent a mythical God by this person. Hence why another faith cannot use the NAME not the WORD 'Allah'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I truly do not think this to be so. I just think its 2 words from 2 different languages to mean the 'Supreme Being' or the 'Creator' or just simply God. As all 3 Abrahamic religions started because of the concept of the 'Supreme Being', 'Creator' and the 'One true God'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its only natural for different religion especially the different Abrahamic religions to have a slightly different theological meaning to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History has proven yet again as we write the annals of our history how stupid we are to allow silly and mindless sensitivities, to lead to acts of violence and destruction. Will we ever achieve peace? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Religion was meant to teach right from wrong, to do good not bad, to help give faith for a better after life and more importantly - to gain peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT MAN has time and time again used it as a fuel to rape the minds of people and to increase its artilery for the simple purpose of declaring war on the human race and all in the name of greed. Greed for power with religion as its tool is found in every chapter of human history. When will we learn? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will 1 Malaysia be reached? Will there be peace on earth? I can only sit and pray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424285297544204914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/S0buvTB_EnI/AAAAAAAAAlE/_rtA260vJvg/s400/pray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please note, that when i was growing up, I was raise in a home with mixed faiths - none of which Abrahamic related. I studied bible studies and my neighbour's dad thought me Islam and Jawi when I was younger. I never converted or accepted any religion, not because i dont believe in them. I see the strength and beauty in studying all these different religions. Take both Hinduism and Buddism and we learn of its simple beauty as its a 'way of life' ruled by rules of doing good and kindness in seeing the suffering of the world. But I just can't accept any religion because every reason for sadness caused by Man in the annals of time has religious implications. king henry the VIII, IRA, attack on churches of Buddhist extremist in Sri Lanka, the Holocaust, both world wars, 9/11... and now this.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-8576461212686722651?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/8576461212686722651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=8576461212686722651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/8576461212686722651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/8576461212686722651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-i-lost-faith-in-malaysia.html' title='The Day I lost faith in Malaysia'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/S0buvTB_EnI/AAAAAAAAAlE/_rtA260vJvg/s72-c/pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-5347721316071679127</id><published>2009-11-17T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:47:38.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About salsa and babies....</title><content type='html'>If my blog was my child and each post represents each meal i feed him/her, it would mean that i really suck as a parent. My last post being on 9 September and today being the 17 of Nov shows that my kid hasnt eaten in about 9 weeks. Thank God me blog is no kid of mine and i'm no father.... However, I am an uncle! That's right, my sister gave birth to a healthy baby boy on 7 October 2009. So guys say hello to my nephew ... 'Master Seth Arjuna'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404998494334875426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SwJpfmJZ9yI/AAAAAAAAAkc/M8jRKigBOog/s400/DSCN6819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's the crazy uncle with his unkept hair, still in working attire although it was like late at night. Oh, and that's the little baby.... isn't he just simply gorgeous??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404998491677608274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SwJpfcP3SVI/AAAAAAAAAkU/TBoxXv-eV0g/s400/DSCN6812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, here's a better picture of the little angel without the crazy uncle. Me friend Dom labelled this picture as 'the little torpedo head'.... maybe i'll start calling him that when he grows up. So little kid, say HELLO TO THE WORLD my dear Seth Arjuna. With lots of love, your crazy Uncle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now to the salsa bit. No not the sauce, the dance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the few reasons why i don't blog so often is because there's just no time. In the past, I used to blog and read blogs during office hours. However of late, I can't seem to find any 'me' time at work and I'm resigned to the fact that my only blog time are those of seeking info on the next treasure hunts. Yes treasure hunts is my latest passion. This is the first year that I decided to hunt on a regular basis and i think we've been doing well. Winning a couple of hunts, beating masters, making money; its all in a day's work. Can't wait for the next one this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to salsa. i just returned late last night from Singapore. I was there for the Singapore International Salsa Festival 2009. It was a fantastic event with international greats such as Mario, Albert Torres, Imagen Latina, Sabor Colombiano, Pretty Boyz and Girlz, Masacote, U Tribe and Pablo and Diyana. What was extra great about it was the fact that I was part of the Havana Estudio performance team. I must say that it was a great experience and extremely nerve wrecking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its my second congress/festival related performance and my 4th in public. However, this was the first time out of Malaysia and first time i wore so much PINK! Even if our performance sucked, it was perhaps my proudest moment yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's a quick montage of our performance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405020409338588866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SwJ9bN5c7sI/AAAAAAAAAkk/qj69RyVpJpo/s400/SISF+montage+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here's a montage us fooling around back stage.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405039964138315138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SwKPNdNBHYI/AAAAAAAAAks/_0n9SZ_UGd4/s400/SISF+montage+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly - how can we not include the 'happy family pic'.... TEAM HAVANA ESTUDIO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405039966697571346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SwKPNmvMRBI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cHvDAz5qOAo/s400/SISF+montage+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With em wide smiles on me face, its obvious that i was a happy camper and extremely proud of our performance. It was a great experience and one i'll remember for a long time. The rest of the festival was great too... LOL.. and the New Swing Sextet were awesome on stage! How not to dance to em cool jazzy groovy numbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok - before me signs off, please check out the video below. Its the video of our performance. Its not a very good angle. However, when i do get the rest of the pictures and videos, I'll upload more here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-10f41329ae833d34" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10f41329ae833d34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330452667%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D463317889F56E9B54DD853AC77E6FF350ECA8874.16AD5F89255C9CFF90E01CCC1346630ADB494C32%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10f41329ae833d34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjOE4ov3D1y_9W4JTrf8pShyzP-U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D10f41329ae833d34%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330452667%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D463317889F56E9B54DD853AC77E6FF350ECA8874.16AD5F89255C9CFF90E01CCC1346630ADB494C32%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D10f41329ae833d34%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjOE4ov3D1y_9W4JTrf8pShyzP-U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till the next!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-5347721316071679127?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/5347721316071679127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=5347721316071679127&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5347721316071679127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5347721316071679127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-salsa-and-babies.html' title='About salsa and babies....'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SwJpfmJZ9yI/AAAAAAAAAkc/M8jRKigBOog/s72-c/DSCN6819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-242885095892668672</id><published>2009-09-09T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:02:09.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on holiday</title><content type='html'>eh peeps... it a shame that i let this pet project of mine, i.e. 'the realm of the endless', left to rot in cyberspace. Its been 9 months since I blogged. Do you know that almost everyday, i have some brilliant idea for a blog entry, but when it comes down to doing it, I bail. Not because i don't want to, but more towards having different priorities. As always, the main few topics that I had planned to blog about has remained the same, i.e. politics, music and football. As such, hope you find today's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;picture less&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rojak&lt;/span&gt; of a blog entry, entertaining. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Salam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kabare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Malaysian Politics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no political analyst, but it doesn't take a genius to realise that the state of Malaysian politics is extremely embarrassing. I remember when I was a kid, I used to idolised our then PM, i.e. the great Tun or Dr M. Every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; day I would look out for him or articles about the great Malaysia and the struggles of our forefathers. Many people also know that I truly love Malaysian history because of how unique and beautiful Malaysia is. At one point in time, I was very proud of how Malaysia became Malaysia. I was the kind that was truly patriotic and believed we were living in ONE MALAYSIA. You know, the kind that was proud to wave the nation's flag about and knew the lyrics to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jalur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gemilang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that kid finally woke up. Learnt the hard way that Malaysia is a sad sad sad place. A country that once carried so much potential, is nothing but a joke to the developed world. Think about it, for a country that has achieved so much, that is able to spend money (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unnecessarily&lt;/span&gt;) on things like a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jagung&lt;/span&gt; metal structure in town, a space tourist, Formula 1, etc, etc.... we budget each year with a deficit. With an empty promise of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surplus&lt;/span&gt; the following year which never happens, as we've been in a deficit for as long as i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so? Where has the money gone? Don't get me started on kickbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a company, the CEO and CFO should be 2 different people. For simple reasons. The CEO would want to expand, entertain, PR, etc, etc... the CFO would want to control costs. As such, its best 2 have 2 people to handle these 2 functions independently and as such achieve overall success of the business. If not, a company may suffer the fate of over trading like the fate of such a great brand/product, i.e. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CROCS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what this has to do with politics, well if you noticed, our PM and Finance Minister has been the same person since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DSAI&lt;/span&gt; was sacked. So go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Teoh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt; Hock's death, anti ISA march and cow &amp;amp; temple business is just so upsetting to read. The mainstream papers are so obviously pro-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;UMNO&lt;/span&gt;. That's pretty obvious cause its owned by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;UMNO&lt;/span&gt;. The non-mainstream news portals on the other hand are so anti-government. So where do we go to read truly independent news? Answer is : NOWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Utusan&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia forgot what their paper represents. Once upon a time, it was the paper that used to provide the people information about the unfair British rule. News like that help boost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nationalism&lt;/span&gt; and speed independence. HOORAY.... or not... think about it, if we remained a British colony, things could be different and I may just have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Anfield&lt;/span&gt; season ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Opposition&lt;/span&gt; has some power. So is it good for the people? If the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Opposition&lt;/span&gt; wins the election one day... does it mean the ROCKET and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HARAKAH&lt;/span&gt; will become the STAR and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Utusan&lt;/span&gt; Malaysia? which means that in 50 years the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;rakyat&lt;/span&gt; will start to hate the Rocket and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Harakah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know. All I know is, both sides are too FUCKING BUSY FINDING FAULTS WITH EACH OTHER AND ARE TOO FUCKING BUSY TRYING TO DISCREDIT EACH OTHER THAT THEY FUCKING FORGET THE LITTLE THINGS LIKE THE FUCKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish they start working for the people and showing that how and why they are the right one for the people and not so much showing how good they are at arguing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;disagreeing&lt;/span&gt; for the sake of it and name calling. I think a good way to start is by showing some concern like the H1N1 problem. We should have proper education and crisis centres. Instead i noticed a sudden influx of Aedes related awareness campaigns - WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want this all to come to an end. I agree with one thing, we need a change from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;BN&lt;/span&gt;.... whether the PR be any better? Maybe... just maybe... better than nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUSIC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music can soothe the savage beast. So can good radio stations! It was on a road trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Segamat&lt;/span&gt; in Adam's car some many months ago (for Ron's wedding) that I discovered a new radio station called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;BFM&lt;/span&gt; 89.9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;BFM&lt;/span&gt; - the business station is FUCKING AMAZING! Throughout the entire 4-5 hours we listened to FANTASTIC MUSIC will minimal interruption. The station plays primarily rock music from all the eras. Its probably the only station that will play Led &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Zep&lt;/span&gt;, Deep Purple, Sabbath, Iggy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Hendriz&lt;/span&gt;, Pink Floyd, Queen on a daily basis. The best part is, somehow or rather, they'll play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;CCR&lt;/span&gt; at about 9-10pm... which is the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; normally in the car heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This station has an unique format. During the day, it'll play brilliant music in between great interviews. They provide all kinds of news / interviews that revolves around the economy both locally and globally. In the evenings on Mondays and Fridays they'll be some footie talk. On match nites they have life coverage of the matches - how cool is that???.. Other than that its music galore. After midnight till about 6am... they play Malay ROCK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;JIWANG&lt;/span&gt; - i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;likey&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewers used to be crap - but I must say they have improved tremendously and provide great interviews in the morning. They have some serious pressing 'grilling' interviews and some very light hearted ones. They interview all kinds of people from Tony Fernandez to the guy that runs some small time business to Chef Wan. One interview that really impressed me was how 4 dudes (slackers)... who loves football.... borrowed money from their parents to set up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;futsal&lt;/span&gt; court. Today... they run a full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;fledge&lt;/span&gt; business with various outlets and they even set up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;franchise&lt;/span&gt; model that goes all the way to INDONESIA AND SINGAPORE! Wow - makes me think whether should I consider leaving working here and instead borrow money to set up a restaurant - which has been a life long dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the music - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt; the sweet music. How can you go wrong with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;CCR&lt;/span&gt;, Blind Melon, Pearl Jam, etc, etc, etc ringing in your ears everyday??? If you like rock music and into business/corporate stuff... tune in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;BFM&lt;/span&gt; 89.9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the past 9 months i discovered the best watering hole with the best live music ever - HOWL AT THE MOON in SINGAPORE... its a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOTBALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Hhaahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;..... cause my beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;liverpool&lt;/span&gt; is a joke. 2 losses in 4 games -its like WHAT THE FUCK! I don't really think its because of Alonso - but one thing's for sure... LUCAS IS NO FUCKING ALONSO.... HE'S A LOSS DUMB &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;BLONDE&lt;/span&gt; POODLE THAT CAN'T KICK FOR NUTS!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;arrrgghhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.... so is Babel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god Man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Ure&lt;/span&gt; - is CRAP thus far... and ARSE has been unlucky..... or rather - Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Persie&lt;/span&gt; is unlucky..... I feel for Eduardo..... though i believe that it is about time that the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; official is introduced and divers/simulators should be punished (like eduardo)... but to be banned after the match or rather... AFTER THE REFEREE HAS SEEN THE INCIDENT AND MADE A DECISION... i think its very unfair. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ballless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Blatter&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Platini&lt;/span&gt; - Please do something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPURS will run out of luck soon..... But City and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Chelski&lt;/span&gt; has been impressive. They play and win matches like champions. Either by dominating and scoring high or controlling and winning by the odd goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Liverpool - thank god the losses came early in the season. There's still hope yet. Think about it... we've got 6 points from 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;matches&lt;/span&gt; so far. Meaning 9 from a possible 15.... Man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Ure&lt;/span&gt; did 5 for 15 in their first 5 matches last season... SO I THINK.... WE STILL GOT A SHOT... no???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL THE NEXT! - will try to blog more real soon! - as for the subject... well i'm going on leave for like alot of days... not for any trip.. but just to stay home and sleep... i really can't wait for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-242885095892668672?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/242885095892668672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=242885095892668672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/242885095892668672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/242885095892668672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-on-holiday.html' title='i&apos;m on holiday'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-268048355848737699</id><published>2008-12-16T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:27:30.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG - chelski, monkey united and arse did a liverpool!</title><content type='html'>I believed i've blogged many times about how frustrating it is to be a Liverpool fan. Year in, year out, we have brought phenomenal talents with great aspiration and hopes of success. Instead, we become labelled inconsistent, short of quality, unable to score, boring, defensive, nothing more than a cup team, etc, etc..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have had several fantastic individual results... but no REAL results... if you catch my drift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many times have Liverpool in the recent past had opportunity to close in on the league leaders but decide to drift further apart... There were so many times when the Reds kicked off later with knowledge that the league leader say chelski or monkey united had lost/drawn their matches... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SUd6tFJtzeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xAferbJFNTQ/s1600-h/whistles_thunderer_sv.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with opportunity to capitalise on such great fortunes... the Reds decide to lose their match and drift further.... Its real frustrating when you count back and realise that we could've won the league in those seasons... if only we had capitalised on those moments... so i guess its true... we lack quality or perhaps, consistency to go the extra mile... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure if you're a true Red... you'll know what i mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even this season, we had 2 opportunities in the past to gain advantage on the (then) leaders - Chelski... but istead we decided to match them, if they had lost, we go and lose too, if they drawn.. we draw as well.. WTF????... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and must I endure another STALEMATE at home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really don't care if we had 100 shots at goal coz at &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SUd6tFJtzeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xAferbJFNTQ/s1600-h/whistles_thunderer_sv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280324003010825698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SUd6tFJtzeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xAferbJFNTQ/s400/whistles_thunderer_sv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the end of the day... anyway u look at it... its all about the score at the FINAL WHISTLE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now comes the fact that we ARE THE LEAGUE LEADERS! Have you realised that everytime we reach the summit of the Premier League in the past few years... we tend to fuck up the following few matches??? We did no different this time round... we had 2 STUPID FUCKING SCORELESS DRAWS AT HOME to LESSER TEAMS!!!! and last weekend - we were NEARLY humbled by Hull.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But wait... instead of free falling down the league..... guess what???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SUd8ZsSVu0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/K-GeUQYhnSw/s1600-h/skydive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280325868941851458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SUd8ZsSVu0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/K-GeUQYhnSw/s400/skydive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're still on top! How is this possible? Surely the 'BETTER' teams like Monkey United, Arseface morons and Chelski MUST've capitalised on Liverpool's drop of 6 points in the last 4 games!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guess what... those morons did a LIVERPOOL!!!! YES! YES.. they really did... its amazing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Genting highlands having a party during the Liverpool v Hull match... when i heard we had stumbled to a draw... in a match we could've so easily lost... I thought to myself, our season has ended.... It must be just like the many seasons before... never close, alwiz that far!.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much to offer, but nothing to show....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got back from Genting and learnt that Monkey United and Arsefarce screwed up as well, i thought to myself... there is hope after all.. but will Chelski fuck up too? SURELY NOT! RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to watch that match.... no matter how brain dead and tired i was, I HAD TO WATCH THAT match.... so i did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Bellamy scored after 33minutes... i knew this is gonna be the year... where I truly believe that we have something to hope for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying that we are gonna win it for sure... but at least there's more football for me to watch after christmas.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact here is... RAFA is right about 1 thing... for us to win the title.. the other 3 must fuck up... and they are doing that just fine... so i hope they'll keep up the good work with fucking up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first season for a while now where we are not fighting for 4th spot with some high aspiring mid table team... instead... we have the opportunity to finally bring the title HOME!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now wait in anticipation for the christmas season... I believe if we can start stringing some wins and stay on top come the New Year.... i think we just might have a change...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wins against Arseface, Bolton and the magpies... will keep up at the summit come new year's eve..... and in recent years... if you're on top at the start of the new year... you normally go on to win it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s0..... fingers crossed.... we wont fuck up too much... and we'll start stringing em wins again.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO REDS!!!!! and.... YNWA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-268048355848737699?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/268048355848737699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=268048355848737699&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/268048355848737699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/268048355848737699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-chelski-monkey-united-and-arse-did.html' title='OMG - chelski, monkey united and arse did a liverpool!'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SUd6tFJtzeI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xAferbJFNTQ/s72-c/whistles_thunderer_sv.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-1872909607050449976</id><published>2008-09-22T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:45:43.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Deadline -&lt;em&gt; the time by which something must be finished or submitted; a line or a limit that must not be passed&lt;/em&gt;- says many a dictionary. Its a very interesting word used virtually everyday in the corporate world. I suppose the word itself is pretty self explanatory as the word 'dead' means nothing short than a finite end. With it accompanied by the word 'line'... i guess deadline must mean that 'the line ends(dies) here!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my line of work, deadlines are imposed on everything you do. Even if u want to take a smoke break - they'll say 'ok.. u have 5 minutes from now'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249060183119413394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="345" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SNhobQN6wJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-fzYAypd5RQ/s400/pic+1.bmp" width="508" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, deadlines are meant to be final, but many a time, we are accustomed to an art that i have since perfected... i.e. the art of procrastination. Henceforth the need for extensions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SNhobly7_tI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CZ_cuqdi6kE/s1600-h/pic+2a.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249060188911828690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SNhobly7_tI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CZ_cuqdi6kE/s400/pic+2a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Recently I've been busy at work trying to meet nonsensical deadlines for impossible clients. Everyday whilst eyes glued to the computer monitor, fingers gracefully floating around the keyboard, chorus of 'clicks' and 'clacks' and 'beeps' and 'bleeps' from my (sort-off) trusty IBM Thinkpad; at the back of my mind i hear only the ticking of the clock, reminding me of the impending deadlines. With each 'tick' and 'tock' i see the deadline demon closing in on me telling me better not fuck things up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SNhobhYF0hI/AAAAAAAAAXo/eHgruazYIoM/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249060187725484562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SNhobhYF0hI/AAAAAAAAAXo/eHgruazYIoM/s400/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; Last week was really a very trying week with stupid hours and bosses that knock on your doors at the wrong time (like 5.30pm for an email that needs to go out like by 5.31pm!). I could've taken the easy way out by opting to fly to Phuket and bask in the sun with a nice Singha beer (or 2) in my hands, but i didn't. Instead, i cancelled my trip just to work and in fact, I was stationed at my desk for a full 10 hours with minimal break on a Sunday. Could you imagine that? Me - care about work???????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Speaking about deadlines, DSAI needs to get things right. He shouldn't have used the Sept 16 deadline tactic. To me that really was poor politics. He's smart by perpetual public announcement that he has enough MPs. This info would influence others to defect, however timing could've been better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;To a certain extent, I do agree with Mr Bodohwi that if DSAI wants to form a government, he should take parliament by storm and demand a vote of no confidence. He should do it in the good ol' London all girl punk band (ironically named Deadline) fashion and demand that 'he is taking over'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SNhob4iDykI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PxeWZv9HVEg/s1600-h/pic+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249060193941310018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SNhob4iDykI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PxeWZv9HVEg/s400/pic+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;However, such Neanderthal methods can be seemed as extreme and I honestly do not want Malaysia to follow in the steps of nations whereby gangsterism and disrespect for democracy as seen in countries like Thailand, Philippines, India, Pakistan, Burma, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Its becoming to be a 'push' and 'shove' scenario here in Malaysia... and its sad that this is happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SNhobyqBb1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/sPUDCL4Z2jw/s1600-h/illusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249060192364097362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SNhobyqBb1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/sPUDCL4Z2jw/s400/illusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Deadlines are important, yet nothing more than illusions of the human mind. I question myself, why am I so suddenly wary and conscientious about deadlines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadlines are something that my bosses take very seriously; but something that I never did. I'm a born procrastinator, how do I honour deadlines? I think I use work to deviate me from my own internal deadline (non work-related of course). Believe you me, this self imposed deadline is more complex than figuring the the principles of differentiation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Basically, its a deadline on a decision that I must make and soon. A decision that is made up of a series of decisions, like a real complicated decision tree. Each decision branch with its own deadline let alone consequences, leaving me with headaches upon concluding each and every mini deadline! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;At the end of the day, its just a deadline that I must meet for if its passes it means I took the easy way out and chose the negative option,leaving not much to the imagination. In truth, its nothing more than a deadline that requires me to make a tough decision though the reality is nothing short of 'Yes' or 'No'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;As each mini deadline passes and me procrastinating my decision(s), which really fucks up the general scheme of things... I ask myself... Will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock tick tock......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-1872909607050449976?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1872909607050449976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=1872909607050449976&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1872909607050449976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1872909607050449976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/09/deadline.html' title='Deadline'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/SNhobQN6wJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/-fzYAypd5RQ/s72-c/pic+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-5587184752533604971</id><published>2008-08-25T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:27:37.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, (not like anyone reads this misearable waste of cyberspace), i'm back blogging... (i hope)... as always, i've been meaning to blog on so many interesting adventures i've been on in the last few months... this would include my conquest of mount kinabalu via the mersilau trail, attending both the salsa congress and salsa festival in penang and desaru respectively..... the tsunami GE8 whereby I was a proud DAP voting agent.... the EURO 2008 which saw Spain finally winning something... the recent Olympics which I must say was absolufooking fantastic! another trip to the rainforest music festival in santubong and also the recent edition of the IAFG whereby i helped en-route to our 6th consecutive gold in TOW... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to today.... D-DAY at Permatang Pauh.... obviously BN is scared out of their wits hoping they can once again regain Permatang Pauh which was last won by BN when Anwar was on their side (i think).... I just dont get BN.... why are they so fucking scared? Playing all these stupid mind games such as the analsaifulgate.... and i'll give u 15cents back for every litre u buy today.... if i were BN... i would welcome Anwar back into parliament... and let the real games begin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a few blogs on the run up to the by-election and everyone is bias and i think everyone's getting carried away. GE8 was fantastic when the opposition did well, but have they achieved much since? I think the DAP led Penang is doing well with what appears to be positive improvements overall... I think Khalid is doing his best to undo all the wrong in Selangor.... however I must say, that some of the Pakatan Rakyat candidates who won seats during the GE8 have been poor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people voted for the opposition not because of the ability of the candidate but mainly because people are just fed up of the bullshitness of barisan najis.... and many opposition candidates won out of popularity such as blogger and lawyers.... are these people fit to run an office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to be honest - they can't do any worse than a BN candidate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however lets look at Datuk Shahrizat... she did well when she was in power... she cared for the people, etc,etc... but where is Nurul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also this DAP arrogant dude whom i shall not mention his name... since in power, he has done bugger all for his constituency.... the rakyat came to him for help and he tells them to bugger off... why? all he cares about is destroying barisan najis till he forgets what his role in office is all about... this is a true story conveyed to me by the people of the area who approached him for legitimate help.... i wont go into details, but in a nutshell, the fucking arrogant fool riding on a DAP ticket is not willing to help but instead tell his 'beloved' ppl to fuck off.. bear in mind... i am pro-DAP....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't they all be like penang where they take care of matters at home first before worrying about the war at hand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;politics is a stupid game.... it really is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched ROME season 1 and season 2... a brilliant series which starts from the rise and fall of Julius Ceasar... to the inhumane political maneuverings between Cicero, Cato, Brutus, Anthony, Cleopatra and of course the young and ambitious Octavian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, back to domestic politics.... i think Gerakan shd bugger out of BN since they have publicly mention that racial politics (as it is in BN) is out of fashion... I supposed it made sense during Tun Dr Ismail's time, i.e. in the wake of May 13, 69.... but today? Tun Dr Ismail said one thing which has fallen on deaf's ears till this day.... 'For how long should we keep the social contract?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Permatang Pauh.... Anwar to win? hmmm... i still have mixed feelings... with all honesty and support... I do hope he gets back into parliament... we need someone who can exert some muscles on the pampered BN idiots... will it do any good? I really hope so... am so sick and tired of it all.... all i want is to see a united Malaysia... one for the people... and not for themselves.... Unmo used gerakan back in the days to so call united the rakyat... arent DAP and PKR doing the same with PAS? sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we need is a leader, a party, that is multiracial and works for the people without looking at race or religion.. certain sensitivities must be observed of course... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day.... what's the point of boasting a 'multi-racial community, culture, diversity' when in politics... its never the case...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-5587184752533604971?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/5587184752533604971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=5587184752533604971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5587184752533604971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5587184752533604971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-1889860963980204462</id><published>2008-05-01T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T03:09:36.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kudos to chelsea</title><content type='html'>I'm still stunned by the result at the bridge. I was confident that Liverpool would settle the tie, but Chelsea came storming out and are deserved winners. At least Rafa finally got a goal at the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a huge Riise fan, however i must say he fucked up over the 2 games. Firstly, if he didnt score in the last match, we would've have had the advantage going into this morning's match. 2ndly, he failed to mark Drogba which i feel led to Chelsea's first goal. However, I still feel that Liverpool were hard done by the fact that Kalou was clearly a yard offside when he received the ball from Lamps. 3rdly, he also failed to mark Anelka which led to Chelsea's 3rd goal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, he is still a phenomenal player, but 1 that has forgetten 'how to be a left back'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Rafa might be leaving Liverpool after another embarrassing season. Though i think he should stay for just 1 more season. Hopefully less talk and complaints and bring back the trophies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting is the fact that virtually the entire 'England' team played in the quarterfinals of the champions league. and more than half played in the semifinals. Come 21st May, 3 of the England's back 4 will be on showcase, 4 England midfielders and an English striker will be playing in the Champions' league finals. This season, the top 2 teams in Europe are from England. 3 English team in the top 4 and all 4 english teams in the top 8. The fact that the 2 finalist are locked on points at the top of the EPL must only mean that England is damn fucking good team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...??? England is so fucking good at football that it refuses to play in this summer's European Cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said this many times... I think England Football team SUCKS!.... They're not good enough for Europe however the EPL is bossing the Champions' league this season. Ain't that amazing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-1889860963980204462?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1889860963980204462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=1889860963980204462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1889860963980204462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1889860963980204462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/05/kudos-to-chelsea.html' title='kudos to chelsea'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-8886661217383315030</id><published>2008-04-23T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T02:37:41.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i've last blogged. I've been really meaning to, but in all honestly, I've been extremely busy with a host of things. Firstly was my political involvement in the recent GE. Apart from promoting 'Vote for Change'.... I was a proud voting agent for DAP for the Bukit Bintang constituency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember on that nite there were SO MANY FREAKING SMS' about violence all around... when in truth... the country has LEARNT from May 13 that it WOULD BE STUPID to go throught that again, hence THERE WERE NO VIOLENCE ANYWHERE IN KL! However most parents (understandably so) had self imposed a state of emegency ordering their kids not to party at nite and be home way before dark.... Hence why i couldn't join the rest for Fern's encore bday celebration @ the Curve from Cava in Bangsar (though it was already 1am). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the highlight of my political involvement (or what little of it) was the thank you dinner by YB Fong Kui Lun. Firstly the food was excellent. More importantly the speeches by the various DAP leaders and some PKR leaders were very inspiring. You feel the country could just improve. My personal favourite was the Segambut's assemblyman's speech.. it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from politics, your humble narrator has been extremely busy with work. Way too many projects at the moment leaving me with many sleepless nights. Speaking of which, I really question why I work? I received an interesting phonecall 2 days ago and it has left me thinking: The foundation of a great system is the policies that each member of the system adhere to (and of course to all the apple polishers around). Its amazing how far one can go by abusing the system for personal gains. Its also how amazing to know how ppl can abuse the system to further keep ppl down. Come to think of it.. the system is so similar to politics... and the system is so similar to BN... however in this system... everyone wants to be part of BN... there may not be an ISA.. but if u fuck the powers that be... you are asking to be fucked in more ways than listed in the karma sutra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna talk about work.. its too depressing. There is no future... Really need to jump ship... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note... I am SOOOOOO into Salsa. The only thing that keeps my head up and spirits high is my love for salsa.... Never thought i would be this caught up. I now go dancing 3 times a week and practice on most other days. My love for salsa has further enhanced my love for music. I'm so into percussion based music and go real dreamy whenever i hear cool beats from a conga or a bongo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I travelled to Penang recently for the 2nd World Latin International Salsa Congress. It was great fun (though not as professionally organised as compared to last year's Malaysian Salsa Festival, one would think they would've learnt from their shortfalls at last year's malaysian congress and from MSF last year). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only attended 1 nite of the congress to watch Havana Estudio's KL Caliente perform Rueda de Casino. In other words i went there to support my friends who were performing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL Caliente was a success... however i must say the remaining 3 acts were sensational... first up was the pretty boys &amp; girls from New York.. they were awesome with their series of lifts and other acrobatic stunts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the Alonso dude with his Japanese partner who did very amazing rhumba and guaguanco style dancing... the salsa was good too... but i was truly amazed with the sharpness in the body isolation movements when they did the guaguanco... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last act was the probably one of the best performances i've ever seen... It was the venezuelan act. Jhonny Sanchez and his 2 babes were amazing.. the way he spun them (say 15 spins)in unison with crossed hands was superb! And the lifts and ferris wheel.. woo hoo.... i was impressed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i enjoy Francisco Vasquez and Susanna Monteiro and Leon Rose's at last year's MSF... and also the acts at last year SISF... sigh... i love salsa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charissa had pre-empted me that the band wasnt as good as Spanish Harlem who performed at last year's SISF.... but i must say, they were fun and played pretty good music... i was most impressed with Thomas the blind pianist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only problem with last Sat nite's social dance was that it was a beach party. As much as i love the beach, the beach is not a suitable place to salsa, further more, the floorboard and carpet used did not make sense.... It was fun dancing on stage though... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed when all the acts like jhonny sanchez, bobby dickerson and the host martin reyes etc etc were showing off their musciallity playing the conga and bongo... made me really appreciate clave and timba beats... in fact when the music ended.. i was dancing on the terrace and lobby to their clave beats.. it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about music, I was in Singapore recently and bar hopped around Clarke Quay. The carribean band at Mama Carribean was cool but i was most impressed with the cuban band and Cuba Libre... their brand of music had a very strong rhumba core.. not so much salsa-able songs.. but alot of merengue-ish songs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended the night and China1 which had a rock band playing... stephanie was in 7th heaven but i didnt think much of them as i felt their music to be a little too teeny poppy with tunes from linkin park, my chemical romance and simple plan.. to be a good rock band must play music from the 70s and 80s... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw - i was in Singapore for Ben Elton's WE WILL ROCK YOU... and the show certainly rock the hell out of me... I've never really been a huge Queen fan... i love their music.. but i was never a big fan... however, i fell in love with the play and music... Mig Ayeesa was amazing in lead. For the next week or so i listen to nothing but music from Queen. WOO HOO.... &lt;em&gt;'DONT STOP ME NOW! COZ I'm HAVING A GOOD TIME!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before that i was in Genting for the Genting Jazz festival... it was an amazing festival... I really love my salsa group of friends... as they are not discriminative and they know how to have a good time... I suppose the more i fall in love with salsa the more i fall in love with music as a whole and start to appreciate sounds created by different instruments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing about this jazz fest was firstly... ming drove at lighting speed and the 2 of us were in the genting international showroom within an hour from the jelatek lrt station... but more importantly... our group dance like there was no tomorrow with every performance... infact we didnt care if ppl looked strangely at us.. we were too busy having a good time.... we even danced on stage!!!... and for someone like me... who really hates to be on stage for any reason.... was quick to grap hazel to dance rueda on stage..... and also some salsa towards the end with some of me friends... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... alot of other things have happened in the last 2 months... GE tsunami... musicallity... loads of weddings including a trip to kuching for parveen's wedding... alot of salsa... in fact i'll be at Hush tonite to dance.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oyah... to all rock fans.... if you remember watching Sharins' band perform at bala's broadwalk in the past.. .please note that they now perform on most days at numerous places including HRC..... do let me know if u wanna check them out... i normally try to catch them on my non salsa days which is mainly saturdays @ HUSH in bangsar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok folks... till the next.. cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-8886661217383315030?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/8886661217383315030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=8886661217383315030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/8886661217383315030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/8886661217383315030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/04/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-7886706950537177779</id><published>2008-02-26T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:02:09.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pak la la la la la</title><content type='html'>March 8 is just around the corner. Are you a registered voter? I know I AM NOT.... yes i'm a typical Malaysian born with the 'tidak apa' attitude. I've been talking on and on about wanting to finally vote... till i forgot to register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i am the greatest hypocrite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that wont stop me from bloggin about voting. You see, the state of affairs in the country is getting worse. To be frank and honest, there's no party worthy of running this country. If you dont believe me.. do check out each party's &lt;a href="http://www.cpps.org.my/sub_page.aspx?catID=290&amp;amp;ddlID=291"&gt;manifesto&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow..... I never thought I would hear myself say this, let alone type this out.. I wish The Tun was still in power. I mean, to a certain extend, I do believe it is his fault that the racial divide in this country has grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the man who deliberately had a Chinese chauffeur and in 1969 declared that he didnt need chinese votes to win. Naturally he lost to the PAS candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Tun was also the guy who wrote the book 'The Malay Dilemma'... which he sought to explain the causes of the May 13 Incident  and the reasons for the Malays' lack of economic progress within their own country. He then proposed a politico-economic solution in the form of "constructive protection", worked out after careful consideration of the effects of heredity and evironmental factors on the Malay race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I have to say as I've mentioned in many blogs before... since when is Malaysia for Malays? shouldnt it be for MALAYSIANs???? As mentioned before also, how sure are we that Malays were here first????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to the book.... do you know that part of the book forms the basis of Malaysia's NEP????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of all his inadequacies.. i guess the Tunku was a better leader..... and did the right thing to fuck the Tun up back in the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow..... inspite of all that, I do admire the Tun. He fought so passionately in what he believed in. He is man who has guts. He'll tell the white man to Fuck Off and mind your own business....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly... he cared about the country... between the late 80s and late 90s, he did afterall improve Malaysia in so many ways. During this period, growth averaged over ten percent and living standards rose twentyfold, with poverty relatively almost eradicated and social indicators such as literacy levels and infant mortality rates becoming almost on par with developed countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia became a high-tech manufacturing, financial and telecommunication hub. Great initiatives such as Perwaja, Proton and Astro have helped Malaysia in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, these projects have serious issues. One has a corrupted boss, the other had to be bailed by Petronas the last one... well we all love Astro dont we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does love the country and embarked on many large scale national projects the North-South Expressway (don't you just love it?).... MSC... KLIA... Twin Towers, Sepang... Putrajaya... Cyberjaya.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I still feel that the money used could have been used for better reasons... however, to a certain degree, these projects have put us on the World Map....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i respect most about him is that he was Mat Cool during the 1997 financial crisis.... Stupid George fucked us.... and we desperately needed IMF and the World Bank to bail us out... but the Tun told them to fuck off... as he knew best... lets be frank.. we did recover faster than expected.... and apart from Singapore... i think we're pretty alrite... as compared to our neighbours in the region...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all.. he did alot for the country... but he was a stubborn man... he had alot of flaw... made alot of mistakes.. but he did more good than bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can we say about his balless successor?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what my favourite Malaysian comedians have to say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DS3FMemnA-s&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DS3FMemnA-s&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Voting y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-7886706950537177779?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/7886706950537177779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=7886706950537177779&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/7886706950537177779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/7886706950537177779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/02/pak-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='Pak la la la la la'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-1821267528805574070</id><published>2008-02-04T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T02:35:14.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamak moments</title><content type='html'>I seriously think that the mamak stall is a 'malaysian' phenomenon. First and foremost, the term 'mamak' as defined by wikipedia: 'is a term (derived from a Tamil word meaning uncle) used in Malaysia to describe the &lt;a title="Malaysian Indian" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malaysian_Indian"&gt;Malaysian Indian&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Muslim" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muslim"&gt;Muslim&lt;/a&gt; community and culture. Most Indian Muslims consider this term to be pejorative'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mamak stall is (as the name suggests), a stall operated by mamaks. Its incredible that one can find a mamak at almost any street corner in KL. Though traditionally mamaks are roadside stalls with a few tables, we now have restaurant and cafe-type mamaks all around. No other eatery has much cultural significance in Malaysia, apart from the kopitiam, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes to the mamak. Whether its for a proper meal or late night football watching, or just to have a quick drink in between errands, we all go to the mamak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many terrifying urban legend type mamak tales to share ranging from creepy crawlers to 'creative ingredients'. And i'm sure you have your own tale to share. However, my misadventures arent as scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember 1 particular mamak stall that we used to patronise during our secondary school days. It was the stall next to the Esso on Pasar Road. I do not understand why we go there, but we do. I remember it was the stall very near to Hafiz' house and next to his brother's burger stall. The gang, would just 'lepak' there on most nights, flipping burgers and jamming on 'kapok' guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to that infamous stall. The owner was this really old dude..... and he had a few helpers. This particular helper will take our orders almost everyday. I don't know what's his deal, but he never comes prepared with pen and paper. Irrespective, being a person whose job is to 'take orders', one should be fairly proficient after 'years' on the job... rite? Now, our group goes there almost on a daily basis, and its the ussual 3-5 jokers........ and we generally (being creatures of habit), order the same drink.... maybe its our luck, but its always that same ol' dude who comes to take our orders. As predictable, he's never equipped with pen &amp;amp; paper. What this joker does is that he'll just go to the kitchen area and prepares 1 drink, and return with that 1 drink. then takes the order for the remaining people. Goes back to the kitchen area and perpares just another drink and returns to take the order of the remaining people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think he's bad? lemme tell you of the other mamak stall we used to patronise during our school days located in maluri - near the 7-11. This guy is still the champion. I remember during nite scouting activities, the whole gang whole gather at that mamak. There would be at least 10-15 of us. Naturally we would all order different drinks. But the dude there, perhaps felt it was his 'paternal' duty... he would calmly take the orders (also without pen &amp;amp; paper)... return to the kitchen area... and after say 10 minutes of waiting... he would return to our table with about 15 cups of MILO AIS.... !!!!! I KID YOU NOT!!!! (even if there were only 10 of us and nobody ordered MILO AIS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you 2 more recent incidents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident 1: As you know, i'm ga-ga over salsa. I spent so much time at the studio these days. As such, i'm ALWAYS at Devi's corner (mamak) just beneath the studio. I must admit, the food's not too bad. Nothing fantastic, but just nice. As mentioned before, I am a creature of habit. As such, for the past few years, my no 1 drink at mamaks is TEH O AIS KOSONG. The thing is, i dont really like sweet drinks and i love the taste of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thursday night, after salsa class, the gang gathered at the mamak for a our ritualistic 'yum char' session. I think at that point in time, it was just Mary-Ann, Karen and myself. Anyhow, as ussual, i ordered my 'TEH O AIS KOSONG'. The dude nicely wrote down our orders and proceeded to the kitchen to process it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes later, he returned with our drinks. I was totally shocked with what he had intepreted TEH O AIS KOSONG to be. Lo and behold, this is what the dude gave me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163067160424124274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/R6bmOjCQj3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/g9LG5-D5eJ4/s400/Image(113).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dude brought me a glass of TEH O and a glass of AIS KOSONG????????? hence TEH O AIS KOSONG! i guess in future i have to be more specific. That's why nowadays, i order TEH O KOSONG (dropping the ever confusing AIS!). However i wont be surprised if they find a way to screw that up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second incident happened just last Friday. After the weekly Friday salsa session at Little Havana, we proceeded to our regular mamak not too far from LH. I do admit that their nasi goreng kampung and food in general is VERY GOOD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, as always, i ordered my NASI GORENG KAMPUNG and as ussual, i asked for cili padi. Now, mamaks or rather non chinese in general do not really slice the cili padi finely. They would normally cut them up into small bit sizes. However, this is probably the laziest display of chilli cutting i've ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163067169014058882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/R6bmPDCQj4I/AAAAAAAAAWo/x43-Fr4k3Po/s400/CIMG4278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just take a look at that. They gave me alot of cili padi... but i would prefer them in smaller sizes! They were all either cut in half or left in full.... Sigh... don't people understand the meaning of the phrase 'cili padi potong?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, mamak is something that's here to stay. You can complain all you want, but without them, life does get a lil dull...... Perhaps i'll see you at a mamak nearby for a cuppa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would like to seize this opportunity to wish all of you a great YEAR OF THE RAT!!! (another thing you can find at most mamaks!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-1821267528805574070?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1821267528805574070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=1821267528805574070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1821267528805574070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1821267528805574070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/02/mamak-moments.html' title='Mamak moments'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/R6bmOjCQj3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/g9LG5-D5eJ4/s72-c/Image(113).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-7393682592766369183</id><published>2008-01-14T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:56:37.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year - same shit</title><content type='html'>Dear all, I do humbly apologise for being such a poor blogger. Its been a while since I've been surfing from blog to blog, yet alone blog meself. Well, blogging has been for me a great escape from work. As I havent been in office since Christmas, there is nothing to escape from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, a very Happy New Year to all. I was celebrating and partying virtually everyday since the eve of Hari Raya Haji. It was great time off with the numerous gatherings. However, I must admit that being on leave - doesnt necessarily mean a jolly good time. I spent many a days running errands such as the never-ending problems with my car, banking, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to the office tomorrow. Not sure if i remember how to work. But return to work i must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the festive season, there were many great parties of note. My favourite was probably Andrew T'ng's house warming and the nighty activities en route to New Year's Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what has brought me to blog tonight is to highlight a few things that have been on my mind of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly - the sorry state of affairs with my beloved Liverpool Football club. For a team that host such big names ; so many national players, we have had very dismal showing of late. The unfortunate draw away to Man City, the stupid draw at home to Birmingham and of course the nonsensical 1-1 result in the FA Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a big fan of Rafa. However, I do think he has lost the plot. I am a hopeless romantic who's loyalty (i believe) is second to none. I was upset when Daglish resigned, was upset the Roy Evans left, and felt that Houlier deserved another season. But who am I kidding? Rafa's stubborness to field the right team has led me to many frustrating football nights. It is a miracle that inspite of all this, we're still 4th in the league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still stand firm that Rafa is not about only winning Cups. I'm sure the premiership is on his mind. However, he must stop rotating. the squad is not good enough to play too many combinations. Its ok i guess to tinker 1 or 2 players from match to match. However to change an average of 4-5 players is completely nonsensical. It may have worked at Valencia - but it sure as hell not working in the EPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly - is the sorry state of affairs of Malaysian Politics. Its sad that there really isnt any political party that deserves to lead Malaysia. However, I think its time for BN to step down and stop bullying the country, let alone lead it to self destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to stop them from having a 2/3 majority. I dont want my 'Tanahku tercinta' become the next Pakistan or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proudly boast 50 years of independence. Do you know that a country that young, has amended the constitution a total of 690 times? Come on! That's almost 14 times a year. We complain about The United States of America being a bias country filled with corruption, etc. but a country with more than 200 years of independence, they have only amended its constitution 27 times! Lets not look so far. Singapore has only amended its constitution 4 times. So why the fuck do we need to amend ours 690 fucking times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why. The amendments provides the powers that be - MORE POWER. its almost ABSOLUTE POWER. Are we living in a republic? I know, i know. Some countries have it worse. FOr instance in China - Loyalty to the government is FORCED upon. But do we want to go down that route under the guise of Democracy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to explain further what these amendments have done for our country. You can read them in so many blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough ranting. I think i wanna take a shower and get ready for bed. Hopefully, your humble narrator will return to his little realm and waste more space in cyberspace regularly once more. Until then, i bid you adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-7393682592766369183?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/7393682592766369183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=7393682592766369183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/7393682592766369183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/7393682592766369183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-same-shit.html' title='New Year - same shit'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-9005248155872234934</id><published>2007-12-10T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:54:17.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we living in a police state???</title><content type='html'>I dont get the whole Hindraf terrorist link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get the arrests during the march yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get the whole 'protest are illegal' thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get the fact that 'gatherings' are illegal - peaceful or otherwise - hell i've seen loads of birthday gatherings that are less peaceful than the Hindraf, Bersih or yesterday's march all put together!!! on that note - guys dont come to my house for christmas... you'll never know if the cops are gonna arrest us for 'assemblying' illegally as we will 'be discussing politics' etc etc... as you know.. it would be dumb for me to obtain a 'permit' to hold a party... eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw - when our forefathers march towards obtaining our country's independence - did they have a permit???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell will this country exercise democracy if the powers that be arent practising it in the first place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-9005248155872234934?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/9005248155872234934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=9005248155872234934&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/9005248155872234934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/9005248155872234934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/12/are-we-living-in-police-state.html' title='Are we living in a police state???'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-768808709150817690</id><published>2007-11-27T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T05:25:30.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and justice are no longer a Malaysian way</title><content type='html'>Interesting read i received from cyberspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Backman&lt;br /&gt;The Age&lt;br /&gt;THE Government of Australia will probably change hands this weekend. There will be no arrests, no tear gas and no water cannons. The Government of John Howard will leave office, the Opposition will form a government and everyone will accept the verdict.&lt;br /&gt;For this, every Australian can feel justifiably proud. This playing by the rules is what has made Australia rich and a good place in which to invest. It is a country to which people want to migrate; not leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider Malaysia. The weekend before last, up to 40,000 Malaysians took to the streets in Kuala Lumpur to protest peacefully against the judiciary's lack of independence, electoral fraud, corruption and a controlled media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response, they were threatened by the Prime Minister, called monkeys by his powerful son-in-law, and blasted with water cannons and tear gas. And yet the vast majority of Malaysians do not want a change of government. All they want is for their government to govern better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Malaysia and Australia have a rule of law that's based on the English system. Both started out as colonies of Britain. So why is Malaysia getting it so wrong now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's Government hates feedback. Dissent is regarded as dangerous, rather than a product of diversity. And like the wicked witch so ugly that she can't stand mirrors, the Government of Prime Minister Abdullah Badawi controls the media so that it doesn't have to see its own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demonstrations are typically banned. But what every Malaysian should know is that in Britain, Australia and other modern countries, when people wish to demonstrate, the police typically clear the way and make sure no one gets hurt. The streets belong to the people. And the police, like the politicians, are their servants. It is not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But increasingly in Malaysia, Malaysians are being denied a voice — especially young people.&lt;br /&gt;Section 15 of Malaysia's Universities and University Colleges Act states that no student shall be a member of or in any manner associate with any society, political party, trade union or any other organisation, body or group of people whatsoever, be it in or outside Malaysia, unless it is approved in advance and in writing by the vice-chancellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor can any student express or do anything that may be construed as expressing support, sympathy or opposition to any political party or union. Breaking this law can lead to a fine, a jail term or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judiciary as a source of independent viewpoints has been squashed. The previous prime minister, Mahathir Mohamad, did many good things for Malaysia, but his firing of the Lord President (chief justice) and two other Supreme Court judges in 1988 was an unmitigated disaster. Since then, what passes for a judiciary in Malaysia has been an utter disgrace and the Government knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, Daim Zainuddin, the country's then powerful finance minister, told me that judges in Malaysia were idiots. Of course we want them to be biased, he told me, but not that biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarely do government ministers need to telephone a judge and demand this or that verdict because the judges are so in tune with the Government's desires that they automatically do the Government's beckoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how appalling Malaysia's judiciary has become was made clear in recent weeks with the circulation of a video clip showing a senior lawyer assuring someone by telephone that he will lobby the Government to have him made Lord President of the Supreme Court because he had been loyal to the Government. That someone is believed to have been Ahmad Fairuz Abdul Halim, who did in fact become Lord President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A protest march organised by the Malaysian Bar Council was staged in response to this, and corruption among the judiciary in general. But the mainstream Malaysian media barely covered the march even though up to 2000 Bar Council members were taking part. Reportedly, the Prime Minister's office instructed editors to play down the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a free media, independent judges and open public debate, Malaysians are given stunts — the world's tallest building and most recently, a Malaysian cosmonaut. Essentially, they are given the play things of modernity but not modernity itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many senior Malays are absolutely despairing at the direction of their country today. But with the media tightly controlled they have no way of getting their views out to their fellow countrymen. This means that most Malaysians falsely assume that the Malay elite is unified when it comes to the country's direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah, a former finance minister and today still a member of the Government, told me several weeks ago in Kuala Lumpur that he could see no reason why today Malaysia could not have a completely free media, a completely independent judiciary and that corrupt ministers and other officials should be publicly exposed and humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;According to Tengku Razaleigh, all of the institutions designed to make Malaysia's Government accountable and honest have been dismantled or neutered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't need to be like this. Malaysia is not North Korea or Indonesia. It is something quite different. Its legal system is based on British codes. Coupled with traditional Malay culture, which is one of the world's most hospitable, decent and gentle cultures, Malaysia has the cultural and historical underpinnings to become one of Asia's most civilised, rules-based, successful societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Malaysia's Government is incrementally wasting Malaysia's inheritance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-768808709150817690?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/768808709150817690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=768808709150817690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/768808709150817690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/768808709150817690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/11/truth-and-justice-are-no-longer.html' title='Truth and justice are no longer a Malaysian way'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-5521780713348492510</id><published>2007-11-15T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T05:51:20.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the democracy?</title><content type='html'>I wonder how the hell did Zam become our minister of (&lt;span&gt;mis&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;information. If any of you had watch the Al Jazeera interview with our beloved minister regarding the recent BERSIH rally, you would be shocked by his choice of words. Let alone suffer his constant stammering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept contradicting his words on top of his constant insult of other nations. Lets make a TOP 3 list of his nonsensical chatter which to me is nothing more than 'hot air' coming out of a moron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he said its ok to protest (because we are a democracy), then he said its illegal to have protest because we have erection (election)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. he said we have 'ERECTION' once every 5 years... i'm not sure about him, but i think i get enough erections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. he mentioned burma and myammar as being 2 different countries... err... so i take it he thinks beijing and peking are 2 different states?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps English is not the first language in Malaysia - i guess we could pardon him for being english challenged.... however - as the minister of INFORMATION... the nation's spokesmen.. WTF?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, his contradictions are worse than Mclaren's decision iro the England Football team... (come on Russia!).... the dude keeps digging and the hole inevitably gets deeper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow... i'm just really ashamed of the whole fiasco... my views on BERSIH are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. why is the protest / march illegal in the first place? don't you remember that if Malays did not march (peacefully) against the Malayan Union in white scarf... we might still be under British rule? (not sure if that's a bad thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. why is our legal system so fucked? i dont get it? i read somewhere that a recent World Bank survey on resolution of commercial disputes that ranked Malaysia 63rd among 178 countries, and a report by the US State Department warning American businessmen that cases before the Malaysian courts take inordinate amounts of time to be adjudicated. One case of medical negligence, he said, took 23 years to reach the Court of Appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countries such as Singapore and Hong Kong have very similar legal system as us... similar laws, and whose judges and lawyers are trained as ours, are ranked in these surveys as amongst the best in the world (Hong Kong is placed first and Singapore ranks fourth). The reason is obvious: these countries have undertaken major reforms in their court structure and procedures and have introduced more efficient and transparent commercial courts so as to attract the foreign investor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. why did the local press not cover the protest? why no mention of tear gas and water cannons? How come all write ins from the public to public newspaper were 'anti-protest'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. how did Malaysia get to this state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i'm still not ready to vote - as i dont know who to vote for... all i want is a govt that FOR the RAKYAT... and not just themselves and playing mindless stupid 'war of words' and name callings... such as the stupid asshole who used words like 'sam seng' 'stupid' 'babi' etc in parliament (because he couldnt find words to construct proper sentences).... i'm not sure if the opposition can help me.... but one thing's for sure... the govt isnt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow... i'm too sick to write anymore.... the RAKYAT needs to realise that the powers that be arent supporting us.... its SICK SICK SICK i tell you.... sigh.... i think Namewee should write another song telling these morons such as Zam to FUCK OFF and go back to grammar school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys... the comedy doesnt end there.... there's gonna be another Al Jazeera interview tonight at 10.30 this time with the 3 stoogers... Khairy, Imzat and Nazri... better get your popcorns ready for i hear that its gonna be the COMEDY of YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow... please take the time to watch the following videos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1_GQ-K7P_w"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1_GQ-K7P_w&lt;/a&gt; this is the link to mr Zam's stuttering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9S0W4iyegs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9S0W4iyegs&lt;/a&gt; - the prime minister and his nephew tokkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9zmRMoDt58"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9zmRMoDt58&lt;/a&gt; - Malaysian's at the crossroads....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING THE POWER BACK TO THE PEOPLE! GET UP STAND UP.... DONT FORGET YOUR RIGHTS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-5521780713348492510?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/5521780713348492510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=5521780713348492510&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5521780713348492510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5521780713348492510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/11/wheres-democracy.html' title='Where&apos;s the democracy?'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-1352031087273741362</id><published>2007-10-30T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:19:06.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Malay?</title><content type='html'>my brother in law recently had an interesting post entitled &lt;a href="http://anfielddevotee.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-malaysian.html"&gt;'i,Malaysian'&lt;/a&gt;.... This post had led to a pretty interesting series of comments on marginalisation and questioning is Malaysia truly 'muhibah'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was planning to blog about it myself but must stress that I have been extremely busy of late. As such, I'll just cut and paste the comment i left on his blog here below. It would probably make more sense if you read his post before reading my comment below... aiya... u mite as well read all the comments to that post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i think there's a small community be it in blogsphere, broadwalk or whereever, where the concept of 'Malaysians' represents a harmonious multi-racial society. However only in our beloved Malaysia can the concept of race and religion mean the same. and by virtue of Article 153 / 160 of our Constitution, 'Malay' in a Malaysian context is defined as a Muslim Malaysian citizen born to another Malaysian citizen. so in other words, since my parents are Malaysian citizens, and should i wish to practice Islam, wouldn't that make me Malay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm not being racist and you guys should know that I'm not one. But this master - people(slave) relationship does damper my spirit in believing that Malaysia is for Malaysians and not minus 'sians'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;For the record, i love this country and enjoyed my childhood. but the more i learn about our constitution, may 13, business privileges, AP, NEP, etc,etc... it does makes me wonder 'why' should i be a loyalist when the powers that be can say as they please in paliarment and abuse their rights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I just conducted a course on Malaysian tax incentives etc, etc today... and explained the rationalisation of these incentives since the 1960s. Most of it was due to compete with Singapore. However i realised that we hardly achieved any targets since whereas Singapore has progressed by leaps and bounds. Now we complete with China (whom have just overtaken us)... even Vietnam is better than us. Aint that sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;all i wanna say is that - dear powers that be - u fuckers suck! stop thinking of urself and ur birth rights and start fucking saving this country from self destruction. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it now brings us to today... i read something very interesting this morning. I have been trying to understand the logic of 153/160 etc, etc for some time now.... i'm trying understand more about where Malays came from... are they truly the owners of Malaysia... let alone the Masters of my home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you wikipedia Malays and the malay achipelago, etc, etc... you'll find origins from taiwan, australnesia, etc... so question is... who came to my birth land (where i have virtually no birth rights) first???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please read this post on the &lt;a href="http://naktak.blogspot.com/2007/10/origins-of-malays.html"&gt;Origins of the Malays&lt;/a&gt;.. i think the puzzle pieces are starting to fall into place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: i write based on what little i know... but i write because i feel the heat... i.e. in terms of education, opportunities, work, business.... etc....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-1352031087273741362?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1352031087273741362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=1352031087273741362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1352031087273741362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1352031087273741362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-malay.html' title='What is Malay?'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-364472085094257175</id><published>2007-10-29T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T05:02:44.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footie talk</title><content type='html'>I missed last weekend's football matches as I was away to Penang for PwC's annual treasure hunt. My team came in 2nd. I was kinda dissapointed as I personally felt that I zoned off towards the end which i felt caused us 1st place and an addtional RM1,000 to our current prize money of RM 2,000. Anyhow, I wanna blog about football today but i'm feeling extremely tired and lazy. As such, I am gonna steal some things i read about last weekend's matches that truly speaks my thoughts exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arsenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There can be no doubting their title credentials now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ManYoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;An eighth successive Premiership victory and the fourth match in a row in which the champions have scored four goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the fuck do they do it?? fergie's formation of lining nani, ronaldo and teves in support of rooney has produced breathtaking football. thank god the fucked up the carling cup!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avram Grant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still reaping the rewards of his inheritance. A true test of a manager comes when he is required to build his own team (or teams). The integral role of Frank Lampard and Didier Drogba in the 6-0 win that surpassed anything Grant's predecessor achieved underlined the scale of the task the Israeli will encounter next summer when both players are expected to request transfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite reputedly suffering from Second Season Syndrome, Reading have precisely the same amount of points this season that they had at the same stage last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Liverpool remain an indefinable work in debatable progress. Consistent only by their inconsistency, they are a plethora of contradictions: Undefeated yet unconvincing, powerful but bereft of authority, resolute without inspiring confidence. A mirror of their manager, Liverpool are impossible to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafa's first surprise of the afternoon was the introduction of a new formation. Designed to harass, it was vindicated by Steven Gerrard's sixth-minute opener. Yet the benefits were merely temporary, and the Gunners subsequently simply played out of their opponents' reach. That Benitez felt compelled to change his side's formation in order to obstruct their opponents was instructive. That is not generally the method or mentality of a title-aspiring team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absence of authority in the Liverpool team - depending on your point of view, either the cause or the consequence of the change in system - was obvious and, ultimately, telling. The loss of the under-rated Xabi Alonso was critical and deprived Benitez of one of the few technically-accomplished players he possesses. That the Spaniard has apparently suffered a reoccurrence of his broken metatarsal added considerable insult to literal injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet injuries are a smokescreen for Liverpool's wider problems, summed up by the deployment of Dirk Kuyt and Andriy Voronin, neither of whom had the pace or trickery to cause bother, out wide. What were the thoughts of Ryan Babel and Yossi Benayoun as they looked on from the bench?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere at Liverpool, a good team is threatening to break loose. It would be a relief if Benitez finally unleashed it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Torres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the speedy attributes of William Gallas and Kolo Toure, it was strange that Liverpool, in the words of Rafa Benitez, "wanted to use Torres' pace" in preference to the height advantage of Peter Crouch which destroyed the league's smallest defensive partnership in April. Even before suffering his own repeat injury, the Spaniard was a virtual bystander. "Crouch was very good," Benitez reflected of the second-half substitute, partially acknowledging his own mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 4-4-2 Formation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were four different formations used by the Big Four this weekend - a 4-2-3-1 for ManYoo, a 4-3-3 for Chelski, a 4-1-4-1 for Arsenal, and a 4-2-1-3 by Liverpool - and not one of them was the traditional formation of choice in English football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alan Hansen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"It is no exaggeration to say that they could have scored ten," opined the MoTD pundit after Chelski's 6-0 win over Man Citeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total number of shots on target by Chelski: Nine!!!! (9)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-364472085094257175?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/364472085094257175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=364472085094257175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/364472085094257175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/364472085094257175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/10/footie-talk.html' title='Footie talk'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-8188463361759620020</id><published>2007-10-18T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T03:41:10.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>i just got read this from zewt's blog... please take the time to read this &lt;a href="http://blogging-johnny.blogspot.com/2007/10/appreciate-but-at-same-time.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. If it doesnt upset you... i'm gonna smack you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-8188463361759620020?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/8188463361759620020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=8188463361759620020&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/8188463361759620020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/8188463361759620020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/10/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-8075067075434355200</id><published>2007-10-17T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T00:13:44.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FB blues.....</title><content type='html'>Sigh....... if you're wondering why i havent been blogging.... well, there are 4 very logical explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I do have alot of work.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have been busy clearing up my room. (its finally clean! - sort of)&lt;br /&gt;3. Been busy drinking every nite.&lt;br /&gt;4. Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do have alot of work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the original Slacker. Long before the movie or the comic character, I was the Slacker God! Slacker has been me nickname since i was in primary school. It all started when when a teacher called me so (as I was caught sleeping in class), and the boys in my school started teasing me with that title. They obviously didnt know what it meant. But i loved it. It made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years on.... I'm the dude who slept trought secondary school and college. In fact, i sleep in office almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to the fact that i do have alot of work... as some of you already know, i've been contemplating my future in this career path alot recently. I think i'll do better in sales or marketing and surely a success business (as proven before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was very undecided on what to do, I became a Grade A Slacker in office. I almost virtually did jack all at work for months until the news about me passing me ACCA caught the attention of the bosses. Prior to that, my bosses were trying to counsel me out, now they are giving me quality work to prove my worth. Furthermore, rival firms have come a knocking on my door. Therefore, i do have work, and alot of it! As such, i dont have much time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have been busing clearing up my room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my previous posts, you guys know that i was then in the process of cleaning up my room. Since i'm such a slacker, i probably spend an hour a day cleaning up my room, but another 6hours watching Dvds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow... its OVER... its CLEAR.... I CAN BREATE and see the end of the room! there's plenty of space to get to the bathroom. in fact you can dance your way there instead of having to squeeze through.... woo hoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a tall order for me to discard many 'precious' items... but once u found heart to throw away '1' item... the rest is really easy! (however, i do miss certain items) sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been busy drinking everynight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As most of you know, my biggest hobby at the moment is probably drinking. Its some biological defect in me construction that allows me to consume so much alcohol. I'm not bragging but I think i can outdrink alot of people. The irony is, i dont drink alot to challenge people (in fact, i dont challenge people at all, but i never back out of a challenge).... I drink alot because i naturally do drink alot. In fact, I drink on average about 5-6 litres of water a day and i do drink em very fast. Each water break i take equates to the consumption of 500 mls of water... and i drink that much like in a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly.. i drink alcohol real fast... and the more i drink, the thirstier i get. Funny thing is, no matter how tired i am, once a bit of alcohol gets into me body, I BECOME ALIVE... just like frankenstien! as proven during the rainforest festival and salsa festivals i attended recently (and have yet to blog about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i've been drinking everyday for some time now. Its ironic cause I dont want to, let alone do i call for a booze up, however, friends call me almost every day for a 'quick one'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to find some time to blog about me recent alcoholic adventures....  as there's loads of laughs... plenty of scandals... loads of pics to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facebook!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok ok... the truth as to why i havent been blogging much of late is because i am so freaking addicted to facebook. if you dont know what it is well just click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I've been a member for some time now, but havent really used it. Until my cousins who were down from London recently (bout 3 weeks back) said that it was the best way for us to stay connected. So i decided to revive my membership. Next thing you know, I was so freaking hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a medium similar to 'friendster', cept that its much more user friendly, better interface and more fun applications. Through facebook, i'm met so many friends from past and present. Its amazing. Furthermore, the applications such as 'funwall', 'pokes', 'messages', 'photo tagging', etc, etc... keeps everyone in the loop of things. Of all their functions, i find the 'photo tagging' to be extremely good. As I get to know who's who and it sorts of leads me to their relevant pages. Furthermore, i get to see pictures of ME... woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through facebook, i finally met up with me long lost 'kai mui' whom i've not seen in years. Met up with my friend's cousin who 'poked' me on facebook. I havent seen that girl since the day i met her exactly 1 year ago. I've met up with so many people based in Malaysia or abroad. Its way way fun... This interface also makes the sharing of information very easy indeed. U can start a very user friendly discussion thread or forum through a simple click of the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, you get to challenge your friends to loads of online games such as scrabbles, chess, reversi and even some no brainers (yet i keep winning) like the simple game of 'rock-paper-scissors'. All and all... i'm addicted to facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sad to say... the fuckers in IT fucking banned the site. WHAT THE FUCK? IT WAS MY MOMENT OF SANITY DURING WORKING HOURS (before the pubs).... sigh.... I HATE THE BASTARDS IN IT.... come on..... un-firewall it la.. we need to escape every now and then.... sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw - if you guys are on facebook... look me up and poke me or bodyslam me or something - ruben enba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note.... JOSE FOR ENGLAND! muahhhaaa... i'm quite sure you footie fans will know what i mean! hmm... i think that shall be the title of my next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-8075067075434355200?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/8075067075434355200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=8075067075434355200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/8075067075434355200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/8075067075434355200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/10/fb-blues.html' title='FB blues.....'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-4947589402552847023</id><published>2007-10-03T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:44:12.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooking rubbish!!!</title><content type='html'>As you probably already know, I'm a huge fan of Liverpool Football Club. I have been one since i was 7 years old. Sad to say, our recent performances have left me nauseated. One would think that with the new owners and the arrival of new stars, the club was destined for success. Afterall, we did reached the European Cup final and ended up 3rd in the EPL last season with a 'not so strong' team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season sees the introduction of Torres, Voronin, Babel, Youssi, etc,etc.... Pre-season match results were encouraging with all the strikers doing what they are paid for. However it is sad to note that we lost in the final of the EPL Asia Cup to Portsmouth on penalties. On the bright side, we were the better team on the day and Pompey had good ol' David James to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few matches to the season including the champions league qualifiers were promising. Kuyt was ever hardworking, Voronin scores at ease, Torres' sheer pace was brilliant to watch, Pennant, Babel and Youssi terrorised the flanks, Gerard took control of midfield, Masherano and Momo kept attackers at bay and our mean defense has NOT conceded any goals from open play in the league this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this in play, we were winning games with scorelines of 3-1 and 6-0 and for the first time in a while, we were perched at the summit of the EPL. It felt good to know that we are ahead of everyone with a game in hand!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened, the fooking stupid curse. Do you guys remember the last time LFC was sitting on top of the EPL? It was during GH's time, the season (or 2) after the trebel. After sitting at the top of the EPL... we went on a 10-13 match winless streak! GH got so desperate that he resulted in long balls for Owen to chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few LFC matches were painful to watch. Firstly, we couldnt score against Portsmouth at Fratton park though we had loads of opportunity to bury Pompei.. On the plus side, at least we played and attacked. Voronin hit the woodwork a couple of times and Torres nearly won it for us. To be fair, i wasnt too disappointed for we played well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Porto. I missed the match but apparently we were outclassed. If it werent for the clinical header of Kuyt, we would've lost the match (deservedly so). Then came the Birmingham game at Anfield. That was truly painful to watch. Though the blues had 10 men behind the ball at all times, the 'mighty reds' could not come close to penetrating! We did have a few chances to score, but didnt take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we beat Wigan at the JJB. I missed that match as i fell asleep at kickoff. Apparently we werent that great, in fact we were lucky and grateful to the brilliance of Youssi.  However, i did watch this morning's match. A match which I predicted a 3-0 scoreline for the home side. Not a bold prediction considering the fact that we do have a mean defense, fresh strikers, talent on the flanks, generals in the midfield, undefeated in all competitions, 4th spot in the league, won our carling cup match, and our opponents have a new manager, doing poorly in the french league, with a negative lineup of a lone striker and a packed midfield which means the french team has too much respect for the reds and came to Anfield fighting for a draw. However your humble narrator was amazed as to how organised they were compared to our crappy team of stars. They deservedly won the match. If Torres had scored at the death, it would've been cruelly unfair to them. I was disgusted at the way we played as we kept losing the ball with the greatest of ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we playing so badly? did the international break really fucked us up? rafa's rotation system not working to plan? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY????? ARRGGGGGG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is our season over????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-4947589402552847023?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4947589402552847023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=4947589402552847023&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4947589402552847023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4947589402552847023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/10/fooking-rubbish.html' title='Fooking rubbish!!!'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-4214059044988941785</id><published>2007-09-30T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:04:16.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compulsive hoarding</title><content type='html'>Compulsive hoarding or pathological hoarding is a term which is used to describe extreme hoarding behaviour in humans. It involves the collection or failure to discard large numbers of objects even when their storage causes significant clutter and impairment to basic living activities such as moving around the house, cooking, cleaning, showering or sleeping. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other words, a real messy garbage collecting wanker..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1d/Messie_mess_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why i'm interested with this topic is because a few nights ago i was watching the telly with me mum. We were watching a program about compulsive hoarders on discovery health and living (or watever that channel is called). The show mentioned that compulsive hoarding is a psychological condition that can potentially be fatal. In fact, in the case of the infamous wealthy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collyer_brothers"&gt;Collyer brothers&lt;/a&gt;, this condition had led to their deaths! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show also talked about a current true life study of this girl called Melodie. Her apartment is a complete mess. She's lives alone in a relatively small apartment and there's barely any walking space. the entire apartment is filled with so many shelves full of stuff. Its really scary cause there's NO PLACE TO SLEEP but between 2 shelves. The pathway to the kitchen and bathroom are virtually blocked. You can't reach the fire escape (let alone recognise it!). If the shelves were to fall on her, she would be crushed to death in an instance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What intrigued me most was when a professional organiser interviewed her on why she is a compulsive hoarder, her reply was simply the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. should never throw away things that could be used and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. certain things bring forth certain memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she gave those replies, it occurred to me that, THAT I TOO AM LIKE THAT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like her, I keep so many things because they remind me of certain memories like school events, parties, camping trips, etc, etc. There aren't exactly collector's items that will fetch me loads of moolahs one day, in fact, one look at them, they look nothing more than a pile of garbage! Yet they are my prized possessions! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the love of God, I can never keep my room neat. It is always full of clutter. (Same goes to my office space!) I have so much stuff, that there's no place for a bed... hence why i sleep on the floor! However, its not as bad as the case study i.e. Melodie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose this habit is hereditary. My grandma is like so as you can probably find newspaper from the 1960s in her house! My dad has a similar habit (however he is Mr meticulous as his rubbish are all neatly kept). My sister is no better as her collection of wrapping paper and plastic bags can virtually fill up 1/3 of my room!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, i collect rubbish and i'm messy which is a sure recipe for self destruction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bad habit of mine started very young as I remember my very first collection. I was probably about 5 or 6 years old. One of my Aunts from London, bought us loads of chocolates and this very cool packet of toffees. The toffees' wrappers were very cool and pretty. So what i did was i cleaned them and made my very first scrap book! i now have all kind of scrap books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In general, most people collect things. It could be a stamp collection, coin collection, comics, figurines, books, dvds, magazines, calenders, coasters, coffee mugs, key chains, cars, etc, etc... I'm no better. I collect stuffs too. The only problem with me is that i collect EVERYTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sizable coin and stamp collection, comic books, more than 400 liquor / beer glasses/goblets, more than 200 books, more than a hundred coasters, over a thousand dvds, virtually all the hotel cards of the hotels i've stayed at, 50+ action figurines and related toys, etc, etc.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those arent the problem... what seems to be the problem is my collection of unnecessary items such as bags... i still keep the bag i used in kindergarten... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, my real problem is my collection of what i call Slacker's memorabilia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have kept virtually every single movie stub of the movies i've watched over the years. I even have the paper ones from the old cinemas like Rex and Odeon. I have all my flight tickets, ferry tickets from all my trips be they domestic or overseas, all kinds of tickets for events such as the MTV awards, the numerous festivals like the recent rainforest and salsa festivals, all my concert tickets and i mean all... from deep purple to my favourite concert ever, Pearl Jam 1994... to both the Alanis concerts, the No doubt concert, and the most recent one, Gwen (don't know why i was there - must've been the company!)..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have all the wallets that i've used since i was in primary school... all kinds of rocks that i've collected from all my camping trips... all kinds of Media / party lanyards from the various events such as Paul Van Dyke, Tiesto, Kent fresh freakouts, Terminal 1 party, F1 - B&amp;amp;H rave zone, PD raves, Genting raves, etc, etc, etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have my very first Eternity perfume bottle (i'm still loyal to CK's Eternity).... i still have the box that came with it!... I have all these program booklets from all the campfires / gatherings / jamborees from my scout days, all the program booklets from all the musical i've watched in malaysia/singapore... hell i have all the wrist bands from all the events such as Rentak Asia and salsa 101!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have all the newspaper clippings where my face / name was mentioned.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an entire collection of items that relate to Kek Yee (the moron i nearly married).... including the parking ticket of the last time we went out..... the water bottle she left in my car the day we broke up.... and all kinds of movie tickets /chains, letters, etc,etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many posters including those that used to don the walls of my room back at the old house... i have all these calenders from my primary school days.... i have kept every single watch that i've ever owned.... every single name card i've ever received, my prized Lego set, kept every single greeting card i've received, the ribbon from birthday gifts, EVERY SINGLE BIRTHDAY GIFT (and wrapper for that matter)... all kinds of Christmas gifts that were never used.... etc,etc,etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, this is gonna sound gross.. but i still keep the parts from inside my nose that was surgically removed in a jar during the surgery back in 1997.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even kept all the pencil boxes i've used since kindergarten... Jesus Christ! I HAVE A FREAKING HOARDING PROBLEM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching that program with my mum.... I realised that its time to part away with these things as such i'm in the midst of throwing all these things away. Its painful to a certain extent... but its something that MUST BE DONE.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just discarded all these pencil cases, program booklets, movie tickets, concert tickets, party lanyards, collection of keychains, rocks, stamp and coin collection, sea shells, many gifts that needs to be discarded... all the wrappers and plastic bags... etc,etc.... (and i still have a long way to go)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'll just keep things that are practical such as my action figurine collection, beer/liquor glass/goblet collection, comics, books and dvds... and of course my VINYLS!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realise that I have a long life ahead of me. No point holding on to the past. Let me keep the memories in my head and heart... remember them at parties and social gatherings... material stuff are only for the insecure... So its time to bury them as I discard them with the trash... perhaps now, i'll be able to enjoy the comforts of my room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-4214059044988941785?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4214059044988941785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=4214059044988941785&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4214059044988941785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4214059044988941785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/09/compulsive-hoarding.html' title='Compulsive hoarding'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-2604950460417479067</id><published>2007-09-27T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T02:51:33.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The audacity of some people</title><content type='html'>Some people are loud, some people are rude and some people are stupid. I can tolerate those. I think most of you know, that I'm a very patient person. I dont get angry so easily and in general i keep things within. Hence why i'm normally at the losing end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when i get mad at a person, I normally dont show it. I'll just get pissed at end up getting depressed alone. For many years I was angry with this 1 person for mistakes that was mine. My animosity towards that person led to a very depressing time (which I have myself to blame). It was only recently that I came out from that shell and found peace with that person. Everything's been pretty good since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the audacity of that person to use a facility of a time-sharing membership that i had paid for in full nearly a decade ago; a membership that is in my name; etc, etc.. without consent is totally unacceptable. The fact that, that person felt she had the right to make a reservation using my name and membership number is downright selfish and thoughtless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not mind her using it as I find my entitlement often unused. However, to only find out upon receiving a receipt for use of MY entitlement that I DID NOT ENJOY was not acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confronted her casually and this was what transpired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Hey, did u use my membership recently?&lt;br /&gt;Her : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me  : How did u use it?&lt;br /&gt;Her : I applied under 'OUR' membership online.&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Next time, just inform me first. I'll gladly apply it for you.&lt;br /&gt;Her : Why shd i, its also in my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AUDACITY OF SOME PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did offer to pay for it... which really isnt the issue. i think her actions was downright selfish and she still hold firm that she did nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i wanna use MY ENTITLEMENT, there is insufficient days left for my quota this year. Sigh... the audacity of some people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-2604950460417479067?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/2604950460417479067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=2604950460417479067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2604950460417479067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2604950460417479067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/09/audacity-of-some-people.html' title='The audacity of some people'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-3090824395569662463</id><published>2007-09-12T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:11:47.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP the HUNT!</title><content type='html'>dudes.... please read the post before this regarding the moronic dog catching hunt. Once you do... please sign the petition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/doghunt1/"&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/doghunt1/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOF WOOF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-3090824395569662463?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/3090824395569662463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=3090824395569662463&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/3090824395569662463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/3090824395569662463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/09/stop-hunt.html' title='STOP the HUNT!'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-1777330696539342047</id><published>2007-09-12T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T00:06:19.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woof Woof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Ruf9pZiZxDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4BGl98KARMs/s1600-h/cocker+spaniel+-+lovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109331189946762290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Ruf9pZiZxDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4BGl98KARMs/s200/cocker+spaniel+-+lovely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hey... do you speak dog? if you do... could you please tell the dogs in Selangor, especially those in the Selayang area not to bite off Lord dumbass Khir Toyo's dick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you read the papers today? one article reads &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/9/12/nation/20070912175720&amp;sec=nation"&gt;MB (Khir) supports dog-catching competition&lt;/a&gt;. WTF????? The Selayang Municipal Council ("MPS") is to organise a dog catching competition. In a nutshell... IN ORDER TO PUT AN END TO STRAY DOGS-THE MPS IS GIVING AWAY MONEY TO PEOPLE WHO CAN CATCH THE MOST DOGS IN 6 MONTHS. THE PRIZE MONEY IS A LUCRATIVE RM15,000. WTF??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off is the fact that these morons - the powers that be are determined that dogs are dangerous. They feel that stray dogs are threats to humankind especially kids. As such, they feel it is their duty to put an END to it. In fact, Khir said in an interview that "Dog-catching must be done as the strays could attack children or even adults. The animals could also spread diseases as the strays rummage through garbage and contract skin diseases". my question to lord dumbass Khir.. what about cats? err... dont they bring diseases too? oh wait.. what about rats? err.... what about moronic politicians? - they bring diseases too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Ruf9gpiZxCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/73ez7BIhqNs/s1600-h/lab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109331039622906914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Ruf9gpiZxCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/73ez7BIhqNs/s320/lab1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets asked the opinion of professional dog handler and groomer, Noraini Rozaiti Mahamud, 35. According to the PROFESSIONAL - &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/metro/story.asp?file=/2007/9/12/central/18852262&amp;sec=central"&gt;"dogs reacted aggressively only when they were threatened and dogs were not likely to attack unprovoked."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really sad. Now with the thought of winning RM15,000, many MORONS with NO KNOWLEDGE OF DOG CATCHING (let alone dog handling), will hit the streets of KL (Selayang at least) armed with parangs and what nots to catch these innocent animals. Sigh.... The MPS has stated that these dogs are to be handled by the SPCA. However, SPCA is totally against the idea. Think about it... people are gonna resort to all kind of animal cruelty to win the money. POOR DOGS... what did they do to piss MPS off?&lt;br /&gt;Can't the MPS think of other ways to reduce the number of stray dogs? can't they use the intended prize money to train people on how to catch dogs and catch dogs? Can't they use their POWERS and enforce em unto irresponsible dog owners? they are so many other FUCKING ALTERNATIVES.... don't they use their brains? oh wait... i forgot.. they don't have brains.. hence why they work at the MPS and take 15 tea breaks a day!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109330777629901842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Ruf9RZiZxBI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oRMXMOssyi8/s400/laughing+pups.jpg" width="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-1777330696539342047?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1777330696539342047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=1777330696539342047&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1777330696539342047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1777330696539342047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/09/woof-woof.html' title='Woof Woof'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Ruf9pZiZxDI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4BGl98KARMs/s72-c/cocker+spaniel+-+lovely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-1210697711814837676</id><published>2007-09-05T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T19:27:08.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicidal Tendencies</title><content type='html'>This post has been removed as it had offended a few people..... i'm not gonna say sorry.... but i'll remove this post as promised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-1210697711814837676?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1210697711814837676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=1210697711814837676&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1210697711814837676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1210697711814837676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/09/suicidal-tendencies.html' title='Suicidal Tendencies'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-2750747975013441461</id><published>2007-08-29T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T02:50:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is he wrong?</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to blog but have been pretty preoccupied of late. Actually the main reason why i haven't had the time to blog is because of late, I've started getting interested in politics. It all started with that '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;negarakuku&lt;/span&gt;' fiasco. It sad the the powers that be in this country are blind and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I had an interesting debate with my friends on the topic of patriotism. I kept on insisting that I'm proud to be Malaysian which is somewhat still very true. However of late, I've been questioning my reason for being proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things into consideration, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed my time here. Proud of how we 'fought' for independence, etc, etc, etc. But now, ever since i read May 13... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; taken an interest on how Malaysia got to where it is today and now I ask myself this question - do i have a reason to be proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes - after 50 years... we are no better than from the day the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tunku&lt;/span&gt; yelled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;! So what if we have the tallest twin towers and the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;murtabak&lt;/span&gt;..... the Malaysian mentality has taken many steps back. Malaysians today are still as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;territorial&lt;/span&gt; and racist as the day OUR ancestors came to this land to seek fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Isnt&lt;/span&gt; it sad? So what if we have been independent for 50 years, what have we achieved? Perhaps its better that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;British&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ruled&lt;/span&gt; this land. Perhaps then we would have a brand of educated young professionals instead of mat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;rempits&lt;/span&gt;.... perhaps we would have ended poverty and upgraded the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kampongs&lt;/span&gt;. Perhaps it'll be safe to walk the streets at night. Perhaps we could rely on public transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it... what have we achieved? Malaysian politics really suck. u know why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. some dude said - 'i will soak the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;keris&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; blood' - 12 years on, this dude becomes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DPM&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. some dude said - 'we should make the mat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rempits&lt;/span&gt; into mat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cemerlang&lt;/span&gt;, for their skills can help the police'... - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? this dude mite become the PM one day u know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. some dude said 'this is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;islamic&lt;/span&gt; state, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like it, get lost' - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to our constitutional rights? or is it that ONE ARTICLE overrides ALL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... reading more and more about our 'legacy' proves that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt; sucks. In fact - its starting to dawn on me that perhaps Malaysia is on the road to self destruction. Sigh. Nevertheless, I am Malaysian and am sort of still proud to be one. Do you know who is a true patriot? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Namewee&lt;/span&gt; - his song showed how much he felt for Malaysia. Was he being racist? was he condemning the country? I THINK NOT.... he just said - this is where i come from and that he is sad that the powers that be are a bunch of lazy corrupted bastards... Is he wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-2750747975013441461?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/2750747975013441461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=2750747975013441461&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2750747975013441461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2750747975013441461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-he-wrong.html' title='Is he wrong?'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-4304231340503587692</id><published>2007-08-21T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:15:39.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>Dudes - i passed my exams! i thought it wasnt going to be possible coz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: i didnt study&lt;br /&gt;B: i didnt take study leave&lt;br /&gt;C: i don't have notes&lt;br /&gt;D: i wrote poetry on the bloody exam paper&lt;br /&gt;E: i didnt complete the paper&lt;br /&gt;F : in fact, i only complete 2.5/4 questions&lt;br /&gt;G : i had so much spare time (about 40minutes to draw pictures and more poerty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what... the SLACKER dude, yours truly has done it once again... he passed with little effort.. remember what happened during the previous sitting? how I studied and what were the &lt;a href="http://ruben_slacker.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/2007/02/index.html"&gt;results&lt;/a&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have finally completed ACCA and I'm qualified... woo hoo!!! SHOW ME THE MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more sombre note... today was my godma's funeral. Gosh i miss her so much. I was actually planning on meeting up with her later this year to make cookies together. She made the best cookies ever! Sigh... i miss her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-4304231340503587692?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4304231340503587692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=4304231340503587692&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4304231340503587692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4304231340503587692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/08/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-3358447210513162687</id><published>2007-08-19T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:49:06.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Big boys do cry</title><content type='html'>I remember my most recent ex told me that she couldn't cry. No matter how sad she becomes, she just wont cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling her that since Kek Yee and I broke up more than 3 years ago, I've never cried. Which is kind weird because i used to be the type that cries easily as I was extremely sensitive. Anyhow, I'm not like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recent ex told me that its weak for a guy to cry. To a certain extent, i do agree. However, i could not hold back my tears over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday nite i had a blast at the Mount Kiara Jazz Festival. It was a pretty good nite coz i won a lucky draw prize and won some egg eating contest. What was incredible was I met alot of people that night. It was great to meet alot of friends such as colleagues, the rainforest kakis, bree, marion, ian, swee lyn, matthew, nizam, ace, etc, etc.... I trully had a great time that night. The drinks and company couldn't have been a better match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i didnt realise was while i was out having fun, something sad was happening miles from where i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved godmother passed away peacefully that Friday nite. I only got the news on Saturday whilst I was out with Pauline, Serena and a few others for lunch. My dad smsed me and it didn't kick in until we returned back to the basketball courts where we were supporting the PwC's basketball campaign in this year's edition of the Inter Accounting Firms Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, whilst I was seated on the floor watching the match, with the crowd roaring behind me and the game going on in front of me, I zoned out for a moment, reading the short sms over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear trickled from my right eye. Suddenly an avalanche of memories of countless times spent with my godmother came flooding in. Priceless childhood memories of going to the market, walking to the neighbour's house, listening to redifusion, helping her cook (such as helping her slaughter the chicken, soaking it in hot wather, plucking the feathers, then cooking it), etc, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prevented myself from cying out, but i was choking and couldn't concentrate on the match. So i just sat there, stoning. I rushed home after the match and sat in my room. I stared at the wall for a long time in total disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I only attended the wake yesterday and I'll go for the funeral tomorrow. Since the little episode at the basketball court till the moment we went over to the house last nite, I didnt cry. I wanted to, but didnt. However, the moment i put my arms around to embrace my godfather i couldnt hold back the tears. I gently hugged each of my godbrothers and sisters and left tears on their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally composed myself and led myself in to pay my final respects. My fingers trembled as I lit up the josstick and the tears kept pouring as I prayed. My heart sank when i saw her lying there in her casket. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. Why did God have to take her away? She was so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I had visited her more often. I wished she would be around to attend my wedding. I wished she could care for my kids like she did for me. I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I composed myself quickly and sat in utter silence all night. I wasnt too interested in watching the liverpool v chelsea game when i got home. All i wanted to do was sit in my room and cry for a bit. Which is exactly what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans take things for granted, including life. I think I should ponder on that a little longer and assess ME. Particularly - my lifestyle. My godmother was a healthly lady. She took care of my godfather. She goes for tai-chi every morning. She still goes to the market and cooks, etc, etc, etc... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality bites. Life sucks. Its time to wake up and change. Must start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Godma. May you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-3358447210513162687?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/3358447210513162687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=3358447210513162687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/3358447210513162687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/3358447210513162687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-boys-do-cry.html' title='Big boys do cry'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-1362827830185153171</id><published>2007-08-16T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T19:38:48.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water rafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>Radio your ga ga and random quickies</title><content type='html'>I've finally found a radio station to listen to in the mornings. As u guys know, I hate listening to the radio. For some time now i've never been able to get into the groove of current music. Though admittedly, a song or 2 does grow onto me (eventually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since the Volvo is still in the workshop, i've been driving my dad's wira. His CD player is out, so I had to rely on the radio. There were only 2 stations locked in, i.e. Lite fm and traxx. As much as I like Lite fm, 'memories' (barbara streissand) was playing whilst i was stuck in a jam just after the connaught toll. So i changed to traxx fm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that my dad had some funky new radio station registered to his player. Then i realised, it used to be Radio 4. Gosh how i hated radio 4 so much. When i was growing up, it was probably the only English radio station around. Hitz.fm and the likes came about when i was 17 or 18.. (i remember the backtoback 7 hits marathons).... I actually used to like Hitz.fm then coz i actually like current music i.e. i dig the bands during the 90s such as Pearl Jam, blind melon, crash test dummies, soul asylum, alice in chains, etc, etc,.... today, hitz.fm play crap music from crap musicians (mind my lack of taste). i hated Radio 4 coz the predictable deejays... i.e. Yasmin with her 'good morningmorningmorningmorninig' and Patrick Teoh's sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, traxx plays awesome music in the mornings. I've alwiz been a big fan of oldschool rock, i.e. 70s and 80s. After all i grew up listening to the likes of bonjovi (when he had big purple hair), david bowie, roxy music, alice cooper, guns n roses, antrax, slaugther, skid row, styx, boston, dio, etc, etc.. (yes i was a pretentious headbanging 9 year old)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traxx plays retro slow rock music in the mornings! i mean, they play alot of glam stuff like Journey, Yes, Van Halen, Queen, etc, etc...and now, i'm in love with the radio again! seriously man... finally, driving to work is a joy once again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i'm trying to cut down smoking. coz since i've been back from the Malaysian Salsa Festival, i haven't been smoking much. i've been smoking about 3-5 sticks aday when i believe i averaged 2 + packs during the festival! i think i have enough willpower to not smoke during the day and have a few after dinner or with drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that England doesnt have a national anthem? God Save the Queen' is for the United Kingdom and you'll never walk alone is for Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now obviously the English started the English language right. The English are afterall from England. So people in England speak english. WHY THE FUCK DOES ENGLAND's MOTTO read '&lt;a title="Dieu et mon droit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dieu_et_mon_droit"&gt;Dieu et mon droit&lt;/a&gt;'? err.. that's French by the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people say that i'm a sell-out cause i support the italian football team and not England. For fucks sake, i've been supporting Italy since Italia 1990. I didnt support any other national team prior to that though i was a huge fan or maradona and i love watching brazil play. however, my friends call me a sell-out as i'm a huge liverpool fan but am anti England. Gimme a break, just because Liverpool plays in the English Premier League, i'm suppose to be an England fan? don't forget the very first Liverpool was made up of 12 Scots men... So am I a sell out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've alwiz be proud to be a Liverpool fan... afterall... i have the Liverbird tattooed on my arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw - Footie season is back!!! Can't wait for this weekend man.. clash of the titans.. Liverpool vs Chelsea... this time... Drogba and Chelski aint gonna get lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about tattooes... i'm thinking of getting a third tattoo. Any ideas? i was actually thinking of inking the whole left upper arm (to the elbow) with a mauri motif to further compliment the exisiting 'Ankh'... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya.. nevermind me la... am just taking a break from reality... the car's in the workshop... work's a bitch... i'm sleepy.. what's new eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly 2 things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the mout kiara jazz festival is back...  i think i'll check out tonite's gig... c'mon mr gambus! join me if u're free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. am gonna organise another water rafting adventure on the 15th of September. if you're interested, contact me before the end of next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-1362827830185153171?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1362827830185153171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=1362827830185153171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1362827830185153171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1362827830185153171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/08/radio-your-ga-ga-and-random-quickies.html' title='Radio your ga ga and random quickies'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-3608279297782694153</id><published>2007-08-15T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:52:22.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discrimination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Racism and Discrimination</title><content type='html'>Would you consider me a racist? Would you consider me a person who discriminates? Just because i've a photograph of a plate of delightful roast pork on my desk - would that make me a fooking ROMPER STOMPER??? Someone who is insensitive to the moslem race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be the same kind of insensitivity when the slaugther of cows are shown on national television every year? wouldn't that be insensitive towards religious hindus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen many people get offended when they read about a pork reviews in my friends' food blogs... and many get offended when I talk about pork openly in office... what's the big freakin deal? for fucks sake... its the same as someone telling a hardcore hindu how wonderful beef rendang is? on a similar note, wouldn't the tag line 'KFC fried chicken is finger licking good' insult buddist vegetarians? (don't forget - i am Hindu on paper - but i do eat beef... *whoops!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fucks sake.. its not like i'm forcing anyone to eat something they dont want to eat rite? I mean... if u eat things i dont like infront of me... or tease me about how good it taste... i wouldn't give a rat's ass.... whether its due to religious practices or personal preference, what goes on around us, should not affect us.. RITE?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take nature lovers and animal lovers... some are vegetarian by choice.... they cant stop me from eating meat rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i love animals... don't get me wrong... but i love my food too!!!  (and its not my fault that animals are full of meat) i remember when i was young... i was so angry with my God mother for killing the chicken i used to play with (since it was a chick)... i remember her asking me to hold the bird down by the drain in the air-well... then she took out a knife and MURDERED IT! i cried and cried until she laid the feast on the table... and then i went.. 'AMEN'... (the bird was delicious - may he rest in peace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then, i told myself... dont be a hypocrite.... if u like to eat it... dont pretend to be such an animal lover! I've boiled live prawns before (steamboat)... couldnt be any fresher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... back to my blog's topic for the day. Like any other corporate slave, i have lunch everyday. Everyone's aware of my fondness of pork. However, everyone knows i LOVE MALAY FOOD too. In fact, the people i grew up with, we all enjoy Malay Food. Thinking back, whenever I'm with David or Soon Hoe (since we were young till now), we alwiz end up having Malay food. Guys.. please understand, MAMAK FOOD - IS NOT MALAY FOOD. Need u people to understand that there's a difference between Malay mix rice, with Mamak mix rice and Indian mix rice. VERY DIFFERENT... in fact.. there's a huge difference between northern indian and southern indian food... but that's for another post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... malay food is awesome... i can tell the origin of certain malay dishes... mainly.. its either north east, north west, east or south malaysia... (though south malaysia's malay food very similar to east)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, whenever we decide for lunch and if it has to be halal... these people will choose a place that i dont like to frequent... for instance... i LOATHE FAST FOOD... i'll only have FAST FOOD.. when i need the food FAST... like TO GO... D'OH! These morons will want to go for fast food no matter what. If its not fast food... then its starbucks or some coffeehouse. C'mon.... coffeehouse for lunch? we're asians... can't we have rice or noodles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to create a scene or whatever, i normally decline their offer and join others for lunch. So these morons label me 'DIFFICULT'... 'ANTI-SOCIAL', etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, name calling dont really get to me...(i do have a pretty thick hide) until recently, as a result of a similar lunch incident... i was labelled a practitioner of RACISM AND DISCRIMINATION..... WTF????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is discriminative now? can't we eat at the malay stalls behind the office? must the options for lunch venue be places i LOATHE? there are so many mamaks and good indian eateries around... must it be KFC?????? damn it! on days when they want to eat with other people... they can calmly go to those stalls as i have just mentioned... WTF?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow... i had originally planned to blogged about me and my patriotism...u see.. i'm PROUD TO BE MALAYSIAN... no 2 ways about it... but by putting alot of things into perspective.. what's there to be proud about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read the book May 13 by the SUARAM president... and with the recent hu ha over 'NEGARAKUKU'... etc etc... i wonder... do Malaysians live in multi-racial harmony?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-3608279297782694153?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/3608279297782694153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=3608279297782694153&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/3608279297782694153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/3608279297782694153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/08/racism-and-discrimination.html' title='Racism and Discrimination'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-2419818939235984787</id><published>2007-08-15T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T03:23:18.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><title type='text'>I'm just not a car person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most dudes are really into cars. I honestly know jack shit. All i know is how to drive em cars and I dare say i'm pretty good at parking. I've driven (on a regular basis) a Proton(my first car), an Atos (my 2nd car), a Wira(dad's and angeline's), an Iswara (mum's), a Perdana (ex gf), Vios (ex gf) and recently, i've been driving a GL 240 old school Volvo (angie's). Apart from those, i've also driven my brother in law's Mazda Fighter and his MX5 and numerous other cars during nights of drunken stupor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... i think i'm a decent driver with a reasonable road sense, one who's not a speed demon and has a nick of being able to park any vehicle in tight spots. I remember one nite when i was on a date with my recent ex, she said that it was impossible for me to fit my dad's wira between 2 cars and one of em narrow streets in desa sri hartamas. Well i proved her wrong. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However, i really know jack shit about cars. I'll probably be able to distinguish and identify main parts like 'Door', 'Window', 'Battery', etc... but once u people start talking french like 'alternator', 'water pump', 'distributor', etc, etc, i just blank out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today the GL240 Volvo died whilst in motion. Here I was, driving 2 hot babes, Shuk Yee and Serena to desa sri hartamas for some jap lunch, and my car died in motion. Gosh, it was super malu-fying. Firstly, i had to calm the 2 hot babes down coz everyone was warm, restless and hungry. Then i needed to calm myself down before i blow my top and start breaking everything in sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, as alwiz, i called my Dad. This is what transpired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Me : Pa, the volvo brokedown in bukit tunku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dad : What's wrong with the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Me : It just died whislt driving and now i can't start the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dad : What sound does it make when u try to start the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me : erm... kakakkaakakakakaakaka (something like dat)... then i pandai pandai said 'maybe its a problem with the starter' (like hell i know what a starter is, or if there's such a thing as a starter in a car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dad : Probably. Do u here a spark sound at the end as u try to start the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me : (wtf?)... errr... 'No' (guessing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dad : could be the plugs are out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me : err.. i guess.. (what is he talking about.. what plugs)??? maybe you're right Pa,.. its a problem with the plugs... i think so too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dad : hmmm... are u sure the battery is working fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me : (confidently).. yes... the lights are all on! (1 point for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dad : hmmm.. (deep thought)... perhaps it could be an alternator problem.. its not charging up right or at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me : hmmm... i didnt think of that Pa, (what the hell is an alternator?) that could be the reason eh.... (so that Dad wont go on in French)... Pa, tell u what, i'll leave the car here first, i've got my friend to fetch me... i'll go have lunch... then try to look for a foreman to check the car....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Dad : good idea... no point asking Afro (our family mechanic based in Cheras).. to go all the way there...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;end...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://classicinsignia.com/Blonde_Dynamite_Sample.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://classicinsignia.com/Blonde_Dynamite_Sample.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh... after the conversation, i felt so like a blonde.... what the hell was my Dad talking about? How does he know so much bout cars? and how come i know jackshit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow... the car's starting to be a liability. Finally got a foreman to check it out (got one from the net).. he told me its something to do with the distributor / distribution... i went... WATEVER DUDE.. can u fix it like now... he said... HELL NO... need to find the part... well.. .watever la.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now... i'll wait patiently for the tow truck to collect my car and tow it to Cheras - back to the reliable hands of Afro. Damn it... my Atos is still in the workshop. I havent collected Sarah's Kancil. Wtf am I gonna do for transport tomorrow? sigh... this sucks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow.. to Shuk Yee and Serena... sorry bout the trouble.... thankfully Joe came and rescued us and we managed to have a decent good Jap lunch... I'm gonna do Jap dinner tonite (hopefully)... join me if u can... to Joe... (thanks for all the trouble) 1 - for rescuing the 3 of us to lunch... and 2 for leading the foreman to check the car and then ferrying me back to office... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dad... THANKS! YOU're THE MAN!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098867361549122658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsLQ2bH3_GI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CgwMzU9oZuM/s400/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's me and the damn car, with me trying to start the car whilst the foreman (from the net) investigates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098867357254155346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsLQ2LH3_FI/AAAAAAAAAV4/SAKsRWzRnVA/s400/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's what's wrong with the car. U see that square thing, connected to the round thing, with the black thing, and the 6 cable thingy, and the fully rusted thingy, with the oxidised thingy and the white cap on the blue shit... oh whatever... who am i to kid?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-2419818939235984787?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/2419818939235984787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=2419818939235984787&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2419818939235984787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2419818939235984787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-just-not-car-person.html' title='I&apos;m just not a car person'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsLQ2bH3_GI/AAAAAAAAAWA/CgwMzU9oZuM/s72-c/DSC00893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-2993863928338886481</id><published>2007-08-14T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:33:09.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simpsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Born again Simpson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey all, i'm finally back from Lumut. Gosh i never realised how much i truly enjoy salsa dancing. i really can't wait for the next salsa event... i.e. the 14 hours of salsa - a charity event on the 7th of September. If any of you would like to accompany me to the event... do let me know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow.. back to why i'm here blogging. I remember watching simpsons when i was in primary school during the 'Tracy Ulmann Show'. It was one of the few skits that I had to watch religiously. I remember when Simpsons' pilot which was aired on primetime TV. Something totally unheard of - given the fact that its a cartoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guessed, many people from my generation grew up on Simpsons. After all, its been playing for 18 seasons and STILL going strong. If i'm not mistaken, its the longest running American cartoon with more than 400 episodes! (way more than the Flintstones - yabadabbabyebyedo) Did you know that Matt Groening named the charaters after members of his own family substituting Bart for his own name? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Simpsons is truly fantastic. They presented awards at the Oscars and also won a spot on the Hollywood walk of fame. And now.. after 20 years..., 3 seasons on the Tracy Ulman Show, 18 seasons on prime time television and 400 episodes! Finally a MOVIE!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsAgubH3_BI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cof-rv7VpI0/s1600-h/the-simpsons-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098110760110259218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsAgubH3_BI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cof-rv7VpI0/s400/the-simpsons-movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must admit that i stopped watching the Simpsons sometime ago. However, I am after all a movie fanatic and I had to watch the movie (infact, i had watched 4 movies back to back that day). After the movie - i became a Born Again Simpson. I haven't had so much laughs during a movie in years! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsAgvLH3_CI/AAAAAAAAAVg/28M5LdvZmF0/s1600-h/promo-hammer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098110772995161122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsAgvLH3_CI/AAAAAAAAAVg/28M5LdvZmF0/s400/promo-hammer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The scene above was probably used in so many Simpsons' episodes (including the one where Homer used a hammer to knock on a drill to open Marge's camera).. you knew what was going to happen the moment u saw Homer with the hammer and YET I STILL LAUGHED MY BRAINS out when Homer stuck the damn hammer into his eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsAgvLH3_DI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Ds8HSayg0TE/s1600-h/screenshot-027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098110772995161138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsAgvLH3_DI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Ds8HSayg0TE/s400/screenshot-027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Simpsons is famous for paying homage to numerous cliche scenes from big movies / shows/ plays/ musicals/ songs, etc. Their parody of the ending scene in Austin Powers was stolen in this particular action sequence. I laughed so much from the moment he got onto his skateboard till he crashed landed infront of Flanders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;They were so many amazing scenes of note. I think the 2 President Schwarzenegger scenes were awesome - particularly the line "i'm here to lead, not to read!". Apart from that, I loved the "should i be in, or out" sequence as the Dome came crashing down on him. Howabout the one at Moe's where people looted him clean. Or the punchline at the church where the signboard read "We told you so".. when Armageddon was beckoning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But my favourite scene is and still is SPIDERPIG... gosh I laughed so much that it hurts just thinking about it... In fact, during the Salsa festival, we joked / acted out scenes from the show. Most notably was us singing the Spiderpig Song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsAgvLH3_EI/AAAAAAAAAVw/13KHtiDAT3E/s1600-h/screenshot-065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098110772995161154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsAgvLH3_EI/AAAAAAAAAVw/13KHtiDAT3E/s400/screenshot-065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPIDERPIG, SPIDERPIG,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he can do, what a spiderpig does,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;can he swing, from a web,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No he can't cause he's a pig.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look out, here comes the Spiderpig!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gosh, I'm still laughing man. If you guys havent watched the movie yet, PLEASE DO SO NOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-2993863928338886481?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/2993863928338886481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=2993863928338886481&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2993863928338886481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2993863928338886481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/07/born-again-simpson.html' title='Born again Simpson!'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RsAgubH3_BI/AAAAAAAAAVY/cof-rv7VpI0/s72-c/the-simpsons-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-1846741622897006461</id><published>2007-08-13T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T02:45:44.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still new to blogger</title><content type='html'>hey... i actually posted a new post... but due to my lack of common sense... u'll find it dated 4th of July... dont ask me why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check it out if you have the time. till then.. spiderpig,spiderpig!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-1846741622897006461?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/1846741622897006461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=1846741622897006461&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1846741622897006461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/1846741622897006461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-still-new-to-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m still new to blogger'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-5160609448078230932</id><published>2007-08-08T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:18:31.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of business sense</title><content type='html'>hey all. Boy has it been a busy couple of weeks. There's just way too much work and too little time. Anyhow, right now its about 7.30am and i'm sipping coffee @ McDonalds in KL Sentral. I got home rather late last nite, say 3am and was asleep by 4am, only to have my Dad wake me up at 5.30am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against my will, I dragged myself to shower and finish up my last minute packing, for today marks the start of the 2nd Malaysian Salsa Festival. As expected, Daddy didnt believe in Malaysian timing nor does he believe in just-in-time timing. He doesnt even believe in 'being on time'. Since i had to rely on Daddy to send me to KL Sentral (rendezvous point for those going by coach), I'm now here at Sentral - 2 hours before the coach arrives! You see, Daddy alwiz believes that 1 must never be late, but 2 hours????? gosh i'm so sleepy. Just called Cindy and she said she'll only be here by 8.30..... that also i forced her out of bed to accompany me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for free Wifi. If not i'll probably go Mad in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.... as u guys probably know, everytime i go on a trip or even for a weekend escape somewhere like Singapore or what not... i'll normally buy a carton of cigarettes from the warehouse near my office. Unfortunately, I've been way too busy to go these past few days. Anyhow, as a back-up plan, i normally buy like 10 loose packs from 7-11 or something. I mean, i rather have the security that i have sufficient nicotine fix then to worry about losing money through the premium paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got here, the first thing i did was to have a smoke break. Thereafter, I walked right in towards 7-11 to purchase 10 boxes or a carton of Dunhill Lights. Anyhow the dude there didnt have any stock. Not a big deal. He only had like 2 loose packs. So after that, i decided to check out the 'Kiosk' which is just around the corner. When I got there, I asked the staff if they sell Dunhill Lights by the carton. His manager immediately said 'no' 'its against our policy. No big deal. I then told her, I would like to purchase 10 loose packets then. She said looking at her inventory (which had like easily 30 packets as there were 4 full rows of my favourite fix) and said to me... hmmm... i can only sell you 5 at a time. I was kinda flabbergasted and stunned by her remarks, but remained calm. So i said, fine, i'll take 5 packs now. Paid the dues and placed them in my bag. Took my bag and walked one circle round the Kiosk and proceeded back to the counter and told the manager 'May i have 5 packets of Dunhill Lights please'. She said 'no i can only sell you 5 at a time'. Well i told her - this is round 2 you know? Obviously the moron had no choice but to sell them to me. Sigh - morons will be morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... if it was a product that i could resell for a profit - fair enough, i understand why she wants to maintain economies of scale. However, we're talking about cigarettes! WTF???? No 2 - As a consumer - and as a customer - wouldnt you be happy if i could empty your entire inventory within 1 sale? I mean - you would've made a bundle and you can close shop for the rest of the day - or at least till the next shipment comes in. Think about it - you could close shop at 7.20am without even breaking sweat while making double your normal daily revenue. Sigh.. MORONS WILL BE MORONS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-5160609448078230932?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/5160609448078230932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=5160609448078230932&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5160609448078230932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5160609448078230932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/08/lack-of-business-sense.html' title='Lack of business sense'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-4391056988892701501</id><published>2007-07-24T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T23:54:28.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its good to have great friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would like so say a big thank you to all those who wished me happy birthday, for all the gifts, cakes and parties. Evidently enough, I'm a huge fan of parties. Traditionally i would throw 2 parties for me birthday. The 1st one would be a mega clubbing session (normally combined with Andrew) and the 2nd one would be a chill out session at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I wasnt really in the mood to party since I had so many things on my mind. However, I must say that I am extremely lucky to have the wealth of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqchMLH39uI/AAAAAAAAALA/MMdLivKIdYc/s1600-h/P7090099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091074396793599714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqchMLH39uI/AAAAAAAAALA/MMdLivKIdYc/s200/P7090099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 29 June till last weekend, friends have celebrated my birthday by way of dinners, lunches, booze ups, etc, etc... I think i had a total of 4 cakes this year, my favourite being the one Joanne and Bree got me. Not many gifts as people enjoy giving me food treats and alcohol... Not like i'm complaining la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on the 9th of July, I couldnt resist the temptation of having a party. *chuckles*. Since it was gonna be at Somo on my birthday itself, i might as well make a few invitations instead of my regular kakis. So I invited about 20 people... out of which, 10 didnt make it due to super last minute invite as i only sent out the sms like a day or 2 before the 9th. Irrespective, i had about 45 guests! surprise surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i had to have the party at Somo right. I mean, its like my favourite hang out now, so there's no reason why i shouldnt have my little celebration there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to Andrew and Ken the co-owners of Somo for their warm hospitality, service and drinks. I think from now forth, whenever i wanna have a nice simple function, i'll have it at Somo. It truly makes sense! In fact, Ken was nice enough to provide us with some free booze and chocolates, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqc2GrH3-pI/AAAAAAAAASY/JwiCHo4sFgU/s1600-h/P7090108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091097392048503442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqc2GrH3-pI/AAAAAAAAASY/JwiCHo4sFgU/s200/P7090108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Ken and Andrew with Joanne and Bree during more sober times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i just wanna say that i had a great birthday celebration and would love to share some of the many cam whoring pictures for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought having a party on a Monday would deter many from coming... but what do you know... it was another succesful party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets of having my birthday party on a Monday and at Somo.... I think everyone had fun, considering the fact that we started at about 7pm and ended at 4am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczzrH3-nI/AAAAAAAAASI/Kwmxc4U8UtE/s1600-h/P7090161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094866607733362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczzrH3-nI/AAAAAAAAASI/Kwmxc4U8UtE/s320/P7090161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczzLH3-mI/AAAAAAAAASA/DEzfTo0kNc0/s1600-h/P7090154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094858017798754" style="CURSOR: hand" height="321" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczzLH3-mI/AAAAAAAAASA/DEzfTo0kNc0/s320/P7090154.JPG" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Joanne and Bree for the lovely cake..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczzrH3-oI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lWrwGdg2iCw/s1600-h/P7090166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094866607733378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczzrH3-oI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lWrwGdg2iCw/s320/P7090166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczhbH3-eI/AAAAAAAAARA/KrbXV31uN5E/s1600-h/DSC01188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094553075120610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczhbH3-eI/AAAAAAAAARA/KrbXV31uN5E/s320/DSC01188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqczh7H3-iI/AAAAAAAAARg/9zLNkN007lM/s1600-h/P7090115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094561665055266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqczh7H3-iI/AAAAAAAAARg/9zLNkN007lM/s320/P7090115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczsbH3-jI/AAAAAAAAARo/Xxf_qvyrd2E/s1600-h/P7090119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094742053681714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczsbH3-jI/AAAAAAAAARo/Xxf_qvyrd2E/s320/P7090119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the Tokyo Rush that Ken made for me, courtesy of the good ol' broadwalk guys... i believe it was Victor who bought me my first one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczhrH3-fI/AAAAAAAAARI/8eZ_7zrCT0s/s1600-h/DSC01194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094557370087922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczhrH3-fI/AAAAAAAAARI/8eZ_7zrCT0s/s320/DSC01194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tokyo Rush is a Ken creation made up of 4 different types of potent alcohol. I was suppose to bottoms it all up. Well obviously its me... I finished it and enjoyed a couple more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf" width="480" height="395" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="vidurl=http://images.waspak.multiply.com/content/movie/waspak:video:2/waspak/2.flv/YO+pJUlzedU4Xfbnvo5SAQ/flash&amp;vidlength=42&amp;amp;numericid=2&amp;userid=waspak&amp;amp;baseurl=http://waspak.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczsrH3-kI/AAAAAAAAARw/KiT9-FocaKQ/s1600-h/P7090130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094746348649026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczsrH3-kI/AAAAAAAAARw/KiT9-FocaKQ/s320/P7090130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqc3y7H3-qI/AAAAAAAAASg/o-w-w7mrVoQ/s1600-h/DSC01192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091099251769342626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqc3y7H3-qI/AAAAAAAAASg/o-w-w7mrVoQ/s320/DSC01192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favourite 2 meals @ Somo... the Yakatori and Sake Ikura Don&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczsrH3-lI/AAAAAAAAAR4/su3BCAJv-0g/s1600-h/P7090143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094746348649042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczsrH3-lI/AAAAAAAAAR4/su3BCAJv-0g/s320/P7090143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqczh7H3-hI/AAAAAAAAARY/35myEg8ildk/s1600-h/P7090109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094561665055250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqczh7H3-hI/AAAAAAAAARY/35myEg8ildk/s320/P7090109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seriously thought graveyards and more yakatoris were gonna take me down... How foolish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczhrH3-gI/AAAAAAAAARQ/P1BsO0MHctY/s1600-h/P7090098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094557370087938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczhrH3-gI/AAAAAAAAARQ/P1BsO0MHctY/s320/P7090098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczMrH3-bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-mOu0SYHwvQ/s1600-h/CIMG1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094196592834994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczMrH3-bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/-mOu0SYHwvQ/s320/CIMG1553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczLrH3-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Pe-hhlPXaaM/s1600-h/CIMG1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094179412965778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczLrH3-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Pe-hhlPXaaM/s320/CIMG1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczMLH3-aI/AAAAAAAAAQg/x5umavtJ3Kc/s1600-h/CIMG1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094188002900386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczMLH3-aI/AAAAAAAAAQg/x5umavtJ3Kc/s320/CIMG1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Cam whoring begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczM7H3-cI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cfC-GcGWEZs/s1600-h/CIMG1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094200887802306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczM7H3-cI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cfC-GcGWEZs/s320/CIMG1569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczNLH3-dI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/QrbEhTxTNgo/s1600-h/CIMG1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091094205182769618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqczNLH3-dI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/QrbEhTxTNgo/s320/CIMG1570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcy0bH3-UI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2M7jooodi7s/s1600-h/CIMG1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093779981007170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcy0bH3-UI/AAAAAAAAAPw/2M7jooodi7s/s320/CIMG1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcy07H3-VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gvEOi1yuqLw/s1600-h/CIMG1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093788570941778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcy07H3-VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/gvEOi1yuqLw/s320/CIMG1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcy1bH3-WI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PTwSZToB8Bs/s1600-h/CIMG1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093797160876386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcy1bH3-WI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PTwSZToB8Bs/s320/CIMG1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyfLH3-PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ck5M2c5OS_Q/s1600-h/CIMG1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093414908786930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyfLH3-PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ck5M2c5OS_Q/s320/CIMG1466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcy1rH3-XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OlF9otJQd9o/s1600-h/CIMG1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093801455843698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcy1rH3-XI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OlF9otJQd9o/s320/CIMG1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcy2LH3-YI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Vko93XqNXVI/s1600-h/CIMG1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093810045778306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcy2LH3-YI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Vko93XqNXVI/s320/CIMG1544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcx47H3-II/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4oyzUNzf8Rc/s1600-h/CIMG1411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092757778790530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcx47H3-II/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4oyzUNzf8Rc/s320/CIMG1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyfbH3-QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_5WAmAtuL68/s1600-h/CIMG1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093419203754242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyfbH3-QI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/_5WAmAtuL68/s320/CIMG1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcyf7H3-RI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7HUc7vR8zSs/s1600-h/CIMG1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093427793688850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcyf7H3-RI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7HUc7vR8zSs/s320/CIMG1502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcygbH3-SI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gOHM4YESQYo/s1600-h/CIMG1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093436383623458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcygbH3-SI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gOHM4YESQYo/s320/CIMG1503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcygrH3-TI/AAAAAAAAAPo/q5T_mhJpqyA/s1600-h/CIMG1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093440678590770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcygrH3-TI/AAAAAAAAAPo/q5T_mhJpqyA/s320/CIMG1510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We even did some Salsa dancing.... woo hoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/player2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="395" FLASHVARS="vidurl=http://images.waspak.multiply.com/content/movie/waspak:video:4/waspak/4.flv/eIEG5UFgTNtfYH2kZ0FGtg/flash&amp;vidlength=91&amp;numericid=4&amp;userid=waspak&amp;baseurl=http://waspak.multiply.com" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyIbH3-KI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xpqbgD1ozlI/s1600-h/CIMG1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093024066762914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyIbH3-KI/AAAAAAAAAOg/xpqbgD1ozlI/s320/CIMG1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyIrH3-LI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BNu4JCRtjdo/s1600-h/CIMG1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093028361730226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyIrH3-LI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BNu4JCRtjdo/s320/CIMG1448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyI7H3-MI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0V71OdR2TZc/s1600-h/CIMG1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093032656697538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyI7H3-MI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0V71OdR2TZc/s320/CIMG1449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyJLH3-NI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BgYnGNb6kHw/s1600-h/CIMG1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093036951664850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyJLH3-NI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BgYnGNb6kHw/s320/CIMG1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyJrH3-OI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OpF1bq7A1zU/s1600-h/CIMG1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091093045541599458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqcyJrH3-OI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OpF1bq7A1zU/s320/CIMG1456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcx37H3-FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/g-dfn5GgtNU/s1600-h/CIMG1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092740598921298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcx37H3-FI/AAAAAAAAAN4/g-dfn5GgtNU/s320/CIMG1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcx4LH3-GI/AAAAAAAAAOA/L7INBUHNr1o/s1600-h/CIMG1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092744893888610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcx4LH3-GI/AAAAAAAAAOA/L7INBUHNr1o/s320/CIMG1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcx4rH3-HI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5eaROMjN6So/s1600-h/CIMG1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091092753483823218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rqcx4rH3-HI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5eaROMjN6So/s320/CIMG1409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok ok ok... i know i'm such a camwhore.... i'll upload all the other pics and videos onto my photo blog soon k... just bear with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-4391056988892701501?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4391056988892701501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=4391056988892701501&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4391056988892701501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4391056988892701501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-good-to-have-great-friends.html' title='Its good to have great friends!'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RqchMLH39uI/AAAAAAAAALA/MMdLivKIdYc/s72-c/P7090099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-6819929660604757083</id><published>2007-07-16T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:03:24.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><content type='html'>yoo hoo!!!! I'm back! I flew in last night from Kuching where I had 5 days of ogasmic fun! The food, the drinking, the dancing, the people, the music, the everything was so so so fantastic. Joe, it is the RAINFOREST WORLD MUSIC FESTIVAL (RWMF), not the Raintree festival (as per your earlier post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to blog on my experiences in RWMF. I have so many topics, that i dont know where to start. Anyhow, all that has to wait as i need to prepare for my trip to JB for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the moment i find the time, i will and must blog about the numerous fun sessions i've had in the past 2 weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-6819929660604757083?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/6819929660604757083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=6819929660604757083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/6819929660604757083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/6819929660604757083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/07/boo.html' title='BOO!'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-9135493493552180200</id><published>2007-07-10T19:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:18:35.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something wrong with Blogger? why can't i key anything into the Title section?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-9135493493552180200?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/9135493493552180200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=9135493493552180200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/9135493493552180200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/9135493493552180200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-wrong-with-blogger-why-cant-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-2623164710863741092</id><published>2007-07-01T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:01:46.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie Wonderland</title><content type='html'>Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, we had one of em boys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; out. It was originally meant to celebrate both Andrew's and my birthday. However, this year we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; feel like having a party like we normally do, so we just wanted a few guys out for some drinks. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; plan anything, just wanted to keep it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impromptu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was just the 4 of us, Andrew, Soon Hoe, Chris and myself. We were having dinner at some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cheras&lt;/span&gt; wondering where to go and came up with a few suggestions. The funniest suggestion was going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Neway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cheras&lt;/span&gt; for karaoke. The thought of it was damn GAY man. Four 29 year old boys going to a karaoke just to SING SONGS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? As much as i enjoy karaokes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to go karaoke with boys. Furthermore to celebrate my birthday? No way are they gonna Gay up my birthday man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the funny incident that ensued was during a moment of silence in the car, Soon Hoe started singing some Karaoke tunes. So what did we do? we started karaoke-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; in the CAR of course. No way are we gonna karaoke at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;NEWAY&lt;/span&gt;. not 4 dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally decided to go over to Samantha's for some pool. We thought having some happy hour beers would be a good way to start the night. We chose the place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; we know the owners and also their sister pub '80s Dream' (located just above Samantha's) does have a single karaoke set that we have been known to conquer during one of our many drunken stupor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nites&lt;/span&gt;. So we did plan to Gay up our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having some drinks and pool, we finally said lets head down to a club and check out some chicks. So i suggested this new club called Sunshine on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;heritage&lt;/span&gt; row. I've been there once, but only briefly. Was there the 2 Fridays ago to meet up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kheng&lt;/span&gt; Lin from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;. She was down for the weekend and I so badly wanted to see her, even if it was just for a bit. Anyhow, what led me to suggest Sunshine was the fact that they played retro music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY a club that plays RETRO music on weekends! WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;! It was so boogie wonderland man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is pretty nice. Well air-conditioned. The crowd a bit odd though. But the music and prices was worth the trip down to town. There's something magical about retro music. I don't know what it is, but whenever i hear it, i get happy feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you would know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not a big fan of clubbing yet people call me to go clubbing virtually every weekend (and weekdays). Furthermore, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not the dancing type. Unless its salsa of course! I only go clubbing if its with my crazy clubbing mates. The problem is, i have way too many crazy clubbing mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to get at is, whenever retro music plays, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; start to DANCE. It was so weird man coz way before the drinks arrived, i was already dancing. It was a pretty gay sight if you were to think of it la, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care man. Retro music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;rawks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find mambo's original DJ to play the best selection of retro and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;DJs&lt;/span&gt; at MOS' studio 54 never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;disappoints&lt;/span&gt;! But this DJ, though not too experienced, played a decent mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go to Sunshine every now and then. Infact, am thinking of heading down there this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and 80s music and Sunshine is just like that Jackson 5 hit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame it on sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame it on moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame it on good times,&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the boogie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets BOOGIE WOOGIE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-2623164710863741092?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/2623164710863741092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=2623164710863741092&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2623164710863741092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/2623164710863741092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/07/boogie-wonderland.html' title='Boogie Wonderland'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-121482648954199076</id><published>2007-06-24T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:28:16.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do men talk about during male bonding sessions?</title><content type='html'>Damn it man... i really must cut down on my drinking. I had way too much to drink last week. I drank so much till i only had a single mojito all nite during the Salsa 101 function. Imagine that, Ruben only having a single drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw - Salsa 101 was extremely fun. I never danced so much salsa in one nite before! If you wanna know more about salsa - email me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna quit beers for a while. I had way too many special brews during last Wed's blast at Carlsberg Brewery. (my friend invites me to the brewery to have free drinks every now and then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the session was pretty much a male bonding session as it was basically 10 dudes sitting around a table downing beers and smoking cigarrettes. The people who invited me there are fairly rowdy, but nice people, working in the sales line. I was probably the only one that stuck out like a sore thumb. Not that it mattered, for i truly can mix with anybody. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During such sessions, what else is there to talk about apart from girls? think about it, 10 grown men, talking over rounds of beers. You think we're gonna talk about the latest gossip in tinsel town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda lame, yadda yadda yadda, but lets face the fact, a bunch of pricks are not gonna chat about the latest episode of Heroes rite? (maybe i would *sheepish grin*) we are gonna talk about chicks and more chicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the conversation alwiz starts with cars and sports. However, just before the alcohol kicks in, guys will zoom into the most talked about topic ever - girls! Once the alcohol really kicks in.. then guys will talk about more SERIOUS stuffs like tits, other amazing parts of the female body created by our Creator and sex. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem with this bunch of dudes is that i dont speak cantonese, so i really couldnt join in the conversation. However, i do understand what's going on... so it was a pretty interesting discourse! From a quick conversation on cars, the topic heated up when we started talking about girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing, the way we (they - i don't do such stuff - lol) were swapping stories about the different girls they've tried and the pros and cons of each of em. I found it rather degrading yet interesting. Don't forget i am afterall a prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one topic really caught my attention was when a bunch of them started talking about them sharing certain girls. I seriously found this extremely degrading. I mean, how can u have sex with someone then tell ur friend about how good or poor she was at doing certain things, then advicing your friend to have a go????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your take on this? Have you ever SHARED a girl before? To be honest, i understand the concept of a sex buddy. Both have needs but both are non commitable. However, to share her with someone else? I think that's kinda lame. Bear in mind, in today's world, i've heard stories of girls swapping men! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Similarly, have you ever had a one-niter then tell your bro - hey, why don't u check her out, she gives good *********. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So guys, what is your take on this? Good, bad? ugly? degrading? personally, i cannot do such stuff. But it does make interesting conversation during drinks! Have you done such things before? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I admit, that i've done things that i'm not too proud of but i cannot see myself sharing a girl. So guys... feedback please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-121482648954199076?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/121482648954199076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=121482648954199076&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/121482648954199076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/121482648954199076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-do-men-talk-about-during-male.html' title='what do men talk about during male bonding sessions?'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-5371924065248079013</id><published>2007-06-18T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T19:57:31.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelam Kabut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/349266395_67db49eb39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/349266395_67db49eb39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys, I was talking to my friend last night over the phone. She's not from Malaysia but was in Malaysia for a little while sometime back. Anyhow, i was describing something to her and i being Malaysian, Manglish just comes naturally. Afterall, have you met a Malaysian who doesnt use the word phrase 'Lah'? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i was describing something to her and then i said 'he was so kelam kabut'..... she then said.. what the hell is 'kaa-lamm kaa-buut'??? and i went like 'huh?' The rest of the conversation went like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Me : kelam kabut means... um... err... it means kelam kabut la... its some malay phrase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She : I know its in Malay but what the hell does it mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me : erm... eh... you know... like... he was... urm... er... 'kan cheong'... (more like i was getting kan cheong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She : what the hell is kan cheong now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me : (very proudly) - it means anxious la...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She : will you Malaysians stop it with the LAs! So it means anxious. Therefore kelam kabut means anxious? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me : No no no... kelam kabut doesnt mean anxious. At least not in this context. Aiya.. i'm getting anxious now. Oh i know now.. it means Gabra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She : What the hell is Gabra now! Dude, dont forget i'm not Malaysian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me : Aiya... I give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She : I give up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, i was doing a little bit of research, and apparently Kelam means 'Murky' and Kabut means 'Fog'. So if i were to translate it literally, kelam kabut would mean MURKY FOG??????? so 'he was like kelam kabut' = he was like MURKY FOG? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow... i guess the phrase can mean alot of things... for instance, if i was to say that the wild boar tore of the campsite and made the whole place kelam kabut. In that instance, kelam kabut would mean 'run / ran riot' rite? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, all this talk is driving me nuts. If you know a better way to explain the phrase kelam kabut - do share!!!!! What to do.. my England no powderful!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-5371924065248079013?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/5371924065248079013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=5371924065248079013&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5371924065248079013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5371924065248079013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/06/kelam-kabut.html' title='Kelam Kabut'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/349266395_67db49eb39_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-5114023389275596241</id><published>2007-06-17T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:57:52.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's law</title><content type='html'>I hate Mr Murphy and his stupid laws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at &lt;a href="http://www.havanaestudio.com.my/"&gt;Havana Estudio&lt;/a&gt; today to lepak once more. Its becoming to be a Sunday ritual to me now. I've been affiliated with Havana Estudio for the past 10 months or so, but i have never been there just to lepak. Anna always asked me to lepak there with her, but seriously, there must be life outside salsa rite? However, since the accident, i missed salsa alot. As I cannot attend classes for the moment, i miss it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Pauline joined salsa, she's always asked me to join her there on Sundays to basically practice with her. So finally one day, on Anna's and Pauline's request... i decided to go. This was like about a month back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intentions were plain and simple, to see me salsa folks and also to practice (since i've yet to use my new pair of jazz shoes). It was kinda amazing to just sit there and watch Sien Yen's class. There were doing routines that i have forgotten and i silently practice during their class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of practicing, studio 3 is was too small for all the intermediates to cramp in during the afternoons. So i normally just play with my shoes and practice a few moves at the reception area that overlooks studio 1 - Sien Yen's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the highlight of lepakking there is to catch up with close friends such as Pauline and Serena and to basically catch up with the salsa crew like Anna, Ian, Micheal, Ace, Steven, Xiao Sun, etc. I never thought i would say this, but i do enjoy just sitting at Devi's corner... chatting with them. Don't get me wrong, i like my salsa friends, just that they only talk about salsa! But to be honest, i enjoy talking about salsa and dancing too! *sheepish giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murphy's law incident no 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like no other. I spent most of it catching up with Serena. The main gang was sitting at a pretty huge table so i was like a bit malas to layan so many people. So Serena and I sat at a different table. Later on, Mary-Anna dn Mike joined us. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RnVSiUCd3aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/12Cm8Ne_6z4/s1600-h/136749556370l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077054904378187170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RnVSiUCd3aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/12Cm8Ne_6z4/s320/136749556370l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw... i finally made up my mind, i will attend the Salsa 101 party this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting late so we decided to go. The main gang were getting prepared to attend the Viennese Waltz thingy, so we also decided to go home. so after saying goodbye to Serena.. i walked back up to the studio to purchase the salsa 101 ticket... when i got to the glass door, i could here Sam's voice but no one was there to open the door.. BUMMER! after 15 minutes of frantic knocking on the glass door and ringing of the doorbell.. i finally gave up and made my way down to my car... There comes Sherie with the keys to the studio... i was already about to start my engine so i didnt bother. Will probably call Sam or Aisha to reserve a ticket for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever la.. i think salsa 101 will be pretty cool.. so see you there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murphy's incident no 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that fiasco.. i headed over to hartamas to make payments at a particular bank that has the cash deposit thingy. So i withdrew cash from Maybank... and walked to the other bank. I was 3rd in queue. The second guy took a really long like, so after 20 minutes or so... he walked out. When it came to my turn, the freaking machine read 'TEMPORARILY OUT OF SERVICE'. i should have take a picture of it and placed in here. I swear to you, i nearly wanted to break the machine man... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUMMER.... so i got back to my car and headed over to the Mall to get a haircut. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murphy's incident no 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the mall, i made my way upstairs towards the saloon. Since i needed to get some stuff from the pharmacy as well, i decided to make a quick stop at Watson. I noticed that the saloon was still open for customers so i knew that its better to pit stop at Watson before i go and cut my hair as Watson may close before my hair is done. I did my shopping at Watson and then proceeded upstairs only to see my hairdresser locking up. I asked her, why close so early? She said since no customers walked-in in the last 30 minutes, she decided to close 30 minutes earlier.. THE IRONY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murphy's incident no 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my way home, i wanted to call Joanne Lee to see if she wanted to do dinner at that lamb place near her house. However, since i was near pasar road area, i thought of having the pork mix soup in that area. Instead of turning onto the road leading to pasar road, i drove onto the highway leading to cheras. How ingenious! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then 5 minutes ago, whilst chatting with Joanne on msn... she tells me she was there having dinner with her colleagues at the damn pork mix stall in pasar road area. She even had the pretty awesome porridge there. So cacat rite? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*********************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow... if u have have had any such ironic incidents to share, do share ya... till the next, hope you enjoyed reading another page in the life of SLACKER. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-5114023389275596241?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/5114023389275596241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=5114023389275596241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5114023389275596241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/5114023389275596241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/06/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s law'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/RnVSiUCd3aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/12Cm8Ne_6z4/s72-c/136749556370l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-4910079323841581698</id><published>2007-06-14T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:49:15.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sucker for family moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.desktopexchange.com/gallery/albums/Movie-Wallpapers/Four_Brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just a sucker for family moments. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; weep or feel much during romantic movies, reading touching romance stories, etc, etc. But when it comes to family moments, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just a sucker. I guess it proves the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quite the family man. (yeah right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a time whilst watching movies / &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, i get very moved by family moments. A few weeks back, i was watching the movie 4 brothers. To be honest, it was a way too predictable movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://www.desktopexchange.com/gallery/albums/Movie-Wallpapers/Four_Brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the brotherly bond between the 4 was amazing. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; touching and moving. Something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always a sucker for. Similarly, the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Digi&lt;/span&gt; post-paid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; commercial that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;perpetually&lt;/span&gt; aired over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt; gets to me too. You know the one, about the young girl, daughter of a fisherman, who moves to the city? Yea, that last scene always gets to me. Perhaps its because i can't express myself the way i want to with my parents. Though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; extremely close to my family, i just cant say what i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, what i really wanna share is this article i read over on Joanne's blog. Its kinda long, but its worth a read. Though you'll be able to predict the ending after reading the first paragraph, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; certain you'll be touched with the characters when you read the last word. Its a little long, but worth the read. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said,"Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, "Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did. Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's ex&lt;x&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pression&lt;/span&gt; when he protected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?" At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books." Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your study!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice. That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site, finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me, "There's a villager waiting for you outside! "Why would there be a villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why did you not tell my roommate that you are my brother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, "I don't care what people would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home. The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window." I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it hurt?" I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet. Even that could not stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned my back on him and tears rolled down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the village,they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled, "Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a serious ex&lt;x&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pression&lt;/span&gt; on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one person you respect and love the most?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without even taking a time to think, he answered, "My sister." He continued by telling a story I could not even remember. "When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home. One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life. You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-4910079323841581698?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/4910079323841581698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=4910079323841581698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4910079323841581698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/4910079323841581698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/06/sucker-for-family-moments.html' title='A sucker for family moments'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-6276214131621704570</id><published>2007-06-13T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T03:06:38.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somo - great place for Happyhours!</title><content type='html'>If you've never heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Somo&lt;/span&gt;, i recommend you get your lazy ass off yer chair and head on down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Somo&lt;/span&gt; located in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shoplex&lt;/span&gt; Mont &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt; (opposite Pines Condo). If you're not familiar with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shoplex&lt;/span&gt;, well its basically the white building where Coffee Bean is located, the one diagonally across from Plaza Mount &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and have been going there fairly often of late. We discovered this place sometime back in late January. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Somo's&lt;/span&gt; been in operation since November last year. I heard about it then as some of the ex-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Broadwalk&lt;/span&gt; regulars (oh how i miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Broadwalk&lt;/span&gt;) were talking that some of the guys were gonna open up a pub in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't realised it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Somo&lt;/span&gt;, if i did, i would've joined them there during opening and would have been a regular since day 1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thanks to Joe who wanted to review the place for his &lt;a href="http://lotsofcravings.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;, we decided to go there . I was surprised to see familiar faces, i.e. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Amrit&lt;/span&gt; and Andrew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lai&lt;/span&gt; (from the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Broadwalk&lt;/span&gt; days). What surprised me further was that they own the damn joint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a quick review of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pros&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tables are well spaced.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Happyhour&lt;/span&gt; prices are phenomenal! (i get further discounts)&lt;br /&gt;3. Non &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;happyhour&lt;/span&gt; prices are also phenomenal!&lt;br /&gt;4. Good selection of alcohol that are very reasonably priced. (good selection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jap&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;korean&lt;/span&gt; booze&lt;br /&gt;too)&lt;br /&gt;5. Good mix of crowd. Never too crowded; never empty either. Just right!&lt;br /&gt;6. Nice owners who'll sit and drink with you.&lt;br /&gt;7. Loads of hot chicks on weekends. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;aparently&lt;/span&gt; - gonna check it out tomorrow to be sure)&lt;br /&gt;8. Workers are efficient.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lite music that's not played too loud.&lt;br /&gt;10. This really applies only to me... but so far, every trip there is reminiscent of the many glorious times spent at Barfly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Broadwalk&lt;/span&gt;. Its just like cheers - where everybody knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Parking can be a bitch. Then again, if you arrive during the 6 - 6.30pm window, you should be able to get decent parking.&lt;br /&gt;2. Food is decent. But its only Japanese food. I mean, when you're having beers, you need some proper beer food. Rite? I wont say the food is fantastic, but its definitely above average.&lt;br /&gt;3. This also i think applies only to me - I find certain tables to be somewhat warm. but in general, given the fact that the place is open air (with numerous industrial fans) i think its not that bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; not as claustrophobic and suffocating as LAUNDRY.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sad to say, this place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; have bar stools. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;5. Also sad to note is the fact that the place &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;pilsner&lt;/span&gt; glasses. I mean, when you drink beer - it MUST be from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;pilsner&lt;/span&gt; glass! They have the short ones though. bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Other points to consider&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the place is well decorated. Soft lights in the right places , loads of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;greeneries&lt;/span&gt; all around, different types of sitting options such as you have the cushion chairs, the coffee types, the bar table types, the sofa types, etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet is also suitably located as its not too far to walk. Never a queue to pee and the toilet is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;perpetually&lt;/span&gt; CLEAN!!!! Toilet is very important to beer drinkers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking all the points above into consideration and weighing the pros and cons, this place is clearly a must. However, the ultimate litmus test will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;alwiz&lt;/span&gt; be the price vs the quality of the beers. Tiger beer is still the best conventional beer for me. I've tried more than 20 types of beers so far and still i rank Tiger as one of the best. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt; - my top 5 beers are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Schneider beer (bottle).... still the best beer I've EVER had!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Guiness&lt;/span&gt; Stout (bottle).... How can u ever mess with the black gold?&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Leffe&lt;/span&gt; [red] (bottle)...... I somehow like the red ones better... maybe its just the colour&lt;br /&gt;4. Tiger beer..... Fell in love with tiger since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Brannigans&lt;/span&gt; days... my best tiger experience is&lt;br /&gt;still the party in the tavern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;inTiger&lt;/span&gt; brewery in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Tuas&lt;/span&gt;, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;5. Indian Pale Ale (IPA) by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Brewerkz&lt;/span&gt;.... I can drink this all day i tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow... back to the review... 2 jugs of fresh (not watered down) Tiger beers @ RM50 bucks... hey, why go anywhere else right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there last night with Wee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Chuen&lt;/span&gt;. Just two blokes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;. We spent more than what Andrew, Soon Hoe and I spent the night before at 80s Dreams. The 2 of us did justice to the world of drinking by consuming 2 jugs of Tigers and a bottle of 12 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Macallan&lt;/span&gt; Single Highland Malt whiskey. Not too much, not too little - Just right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Somo&lt;/span&gt; again tomorrow. If you are interested, do join me. I'll probably do another round of review of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Somo&lt;/span&gt; , this time with some pictures (need to put in alot of pictures man). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; - that is of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sober enough to take pictures. Apart from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Somo&lt;/span&gt;, i plan to go for some salsa dancing tomorrow at Little Havana. I hope i wont be too sloshed to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heavens, look at the time. Its time for all of you to shut down your pcs and head on to a pub near you for work begins now from 5-9 - HAPPYHOURS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-6276214131621704570?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/6276214131621704570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=6276214131621704570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/6276214131621704570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/6276214131621704570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/06/somo-great-place-for-happyhours.html' title='Somo - great place for Happyhours!'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5681120927139927096.post-7119065875640544660</id><published>2007-05-15T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T02:23:33.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Post</title><content type='html'>I guess its about time your humble narrater crossed over to blogspot instead of friendster to rant, bitch and wallow in further self pity for the sake of entertaining you morons. Ever since friendster's been firewall-ed (like sometime last year), i have been blogging less. Being the loyal fool that i am, i didnt want to cross over (though i already had an account with blogger) as i felt that friendster was a faithful servant (it still is). However, there have been one too many 'oh gawd, i hafta blog this now - but can't' instances that i finally decided to set up a new one here. Too many 'i'm gonna blog soon' and given my procastinistic nature, I end up never blogging and when i do, its normally this long ass long winded piece of literature shite that's not worth reading (yet i'm sure they entertain some of you morons)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some old posts on my friendsters' blog and realised that it was kinda depressing. So i'll probably keep that one to bitch about how pathetic &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I make my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is gonna be a little different. I've been reading way too many food blogs, techie blogs, movie blogs, etc, etc... i want this blog to cover it all. Apart from cronicling my nonsensical emotional roller coaster life, i want to share my view on every god damn thing that comes to mind. Anyhow, i miss blogging daily. It was a great escape from work then and i need to escape from work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, your humble narrater ends this short virgin post welcoming all to the Realm of the Endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5681120927139927096-7119065875640544660?l=ruben-slacker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/feeds/7119065875640544660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5681120927139927096&amp;postID=7119065875640544660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/7119065875640544660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5681120927139927096/posts/default/7119065875640544660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruben-slacker.blogspot.com/2007/05/virgin-post.html' title='Virgin Post'/><author><name>SLACKER</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10192920224679531567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0Xp5_wjISIo/Rl-7q7C-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UgtA3sEiBso/s320/DSCN0648.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
