<?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-24090692</id><updated>2011-09-05T10:46:45.403+08:00</updated><category term='Stuff That Works'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Booze'/><category term='Music Review'/><category term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>LUCKY SIN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-1370902992853243904</id><published>2008-01-31T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T02:12:27.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING!!!!</title><content type='html'>THIS PAGE HAS MOVED HERE &lt;a href="www.fu3ker.wordpress.com"&gt;www.fu3ker.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt; !!!!!!! GO THERE OR DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-1370902992853243904?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/1370902992853243904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=1370902992853243904' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1370902992853243904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1370902992853243904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2008/01/moving.html' title='MOVING!!!!'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-6081433772868372759</id><published>2007-10-20T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:15.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><title type='text'>Festivities = Another excuse to intoxicate self.</title><content type='html'>Just got texted otw to work from &lt;a href="http://www.whendeathembrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;Young Man&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a.k.a Brunei's #1 comedian &amp;amp; Herman Lee's sibling&lt;/span&gt;) to check out &lt;a href="http://www.whendeathembrace.blogspot.com/"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently he's gotten back on the blogging scene after a while, do read up on it people, if the humor suits you, it'll crack you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya to all muslim readers out there. This year I've substituted raya-ing with heavy drinking sessions. Surprisingly most of the guys were available for most sessions. Even managed to catch up with an old classmate two nights back whom last time i checked was out by the 5th or so beer. Now tables have turned and I'm having problems keeping up by the 12th or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RxmE5YIz_1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/pYgj1SIASu0/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RxmE5YIz_1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/pYgj1SIASu0/s320/DSC01063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123272172377472850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr "Down your goddamn beer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got kinda tipsy last night too with beer goggles were on. Gotta stop flirting so much drunk, but then again it's not easy to keep your dick in your pants in that state. I pity the waitresses that have to deal with our crap. Well.. it's not like they don't enjoy the attention. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="366" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EES9l3E_Lhk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EES9l3E_Lhk&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="366" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Came across this video from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://edenonfire.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mahirah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &amp;amp; it's very damn catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how you tend to be bolder when you're intoxicated, like take for instance this frog below that for no apparent reason is playing dead in my palm. Was gonna pop it into my mouth before coming across some indomee instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RxmLT4Iz_2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VAWVYJmRwyM/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RxmLT4Iz_2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VAWVYJmRwyM/s320/DSC01065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123279224713772898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once flipped over it starts moving again..weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go down Miri on the 3rd for the gig. It'll be bigger than the last one and hopefully better than the jazz fest. Miri the city where cigarettes come equipped with G-spot. No shit....just check out the photo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RxmMU4Iz_3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/vwUOoJ5f8HQ/s1600-h/DSC01051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RxmMU4Iz_3I/AAAAAAAAAQk/vwUOoJ5f8HQ/s320/DSC01051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123280341405269874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"With G-SPOT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-6081433772868372759?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/6081433772868372759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=6081433772868372759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6081433772868372759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6081433772868372759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/10/festivities-another-excuse-to.html' title='Festivities = Another excuse to intoxicate self.'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RxmE5YIz_1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/pYgj1SIASu0/s72-c/DSC01063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-6921632587645791384</id><published>2007-10-05T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:15.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><title type='text'>Gremlins</title><content type='html'>What is up with the heat these days? Could probably start an afternoon cookout off the hood of my car. You know it's bad when you catch some stray mutt hogging a spot outside the office on your cigarette break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RwX8V4Iz_0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/LgjnmxKg-jI/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RwX8V4Iz_0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/LgjnmxKg-jI/s320/DSC01044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117774004353236802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intrusive chillin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on the subject of dogs, i was rather surprised to catch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08GiiVslD0Q"&gt;lil guy&lt;/a&gt; at my aunts after lunch the other day. It has a habit of chewing feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to get out after the past few weeks of hibernating indoors. Went for some grub at the mall Saturday evening and the place was packed with &lt;a href="http://www.ukuleleman.net/uploaded_images/Gremlins%201-700210.jpg"&gt;gremlins&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a term derived from the movie randomly used to describe repulsively attired under aged teens&lt;/span&gt;). Had a good &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4H52Pb1ZQI"&gt;drinking session&lt;/a&gt; later that night with almost everyone present. Although i do kinda miss belading, Charlie's upgraded his &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHizNVRLiuU"&gt;menu&lt;/a&gt; even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to Marilyn Manson's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eat-Me-Drink-Marilyn-Manson/dp/B000PDZJ0S"&gt;Eat Me Drink Me album&lt;/a&gt; a lot lately. Kinda hooked on it, specially this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NX1fqMGQWtI"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; for some apparent reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-6921632587645791384?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/6921632587645791384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=6921632587645791384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6921632587645791384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6921632587645791384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/10/gremlins.html' title='Gremlins'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RwX8V4Iz_0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/LgjnmxKg-jI/s72-c/DSC01044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-475595279791428762</id><published>2007-09-14T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:52:12.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><title type='text'>Slow ass week</title><content type='html'>It's taken me five days to get off my ass &amp; start blogging as intended. Must be the whole "it takes only 8 secs before you start loosing patience on a webpage" kinda thing. For me, blogging is like paperwork at the office, minus the deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with the weekend.. Went down to miri with &lt;a href="http://www.wanlongkok.com/"&gt;Wanlongkok&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=168524078"&gt;Karacoma&lt;/a&gt; for a gig in some pub on saturday. It's very appealing when u can drink while passing judgement on some 20 or so bands without getting hassled. Don't really remember much from the gig since i was pissed half the time, but managed to get some &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=14534&amp;amp;l=4321c&amp;id=586466770"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; videos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanlongkok&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkQOBsaGp-Q"&gt;video 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ymuQKt85Gg"&gt;video 2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karacoma&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LDpTKZIkUw"&gt;video 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Bm7d408oMs"&gt;video 2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Overall it was a damn good gig, specially through beer goggles. Stuck around a bit longer to catch a few other good bands before finally getting some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hzuVTd8ZCk"&gt;grub&lt;/a&gt;. The best part of miri has got to be the food. Regardless of time or place, chances are it's good grub. Passed out not so long after getting back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get inked the following day due to overpricing on a piece i wanted.  So as an alternative we tracked down a booze spot for an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMOVwOVvri0"&gt;early start to drinking&lt;/a&gt; which led to getting back later then expected. Hangover at work the day after was totally shit. It's times like these when u start asking "why the fuck am i torturing myself?", which is roughly 36hrs before the next craving kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi made us watch this preety cool clip last night, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZqwvjwqwK4"&gt;Vadrum meets Super Mario Bros&lt;/a&gt;. Bout time somebody covered this shit. Gonna make a move now, it's way past office hours and i'm starving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-475595279791428762?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/475595279791428762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=475595279791428762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/475595279791428762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/475595279791428762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/09/slow-ass-week.html' title='Slow ass week'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-4336331467767235915</id><published>2007-09-06T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:59:06.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Time flies when ur slacking</title><content type='html'>I hardly spend any time at home these days, been crashing kiulap mostly. The 6 minutes driving distance to work would be the main contributing factor as to why it's a second home. Ironically I still turn in late for work half the time. Despite living under the same roof, everyone's been so busy &amp; MIA, we're practically asking each other how we've been upon crossing paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some preety heavy drinking done last weekend at empire which got me to slow down a bit on any consumption this week. Tried skating a few days back in kb with adi, 5mins into it i recalled why i quited in the first place. Too old to be breaking bones. I'll stick with the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; a week or so ago, another way to kill time in the office. There's just so much shit in there it's bound to keep you occupied for a bit. Since the last post i've only had time to catch up on two movies. &lt;a href="http://www.1408-themovie.com/"&gt;1408&lt;/a&gt; (This is one hotel room i'd wanna crash sober....for real.) &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809826173/info"&gt;45&lt;/a&gt;  ( kinda ok except for the domestic violence bit on milla jovovich. Suitable for 30 &amp;amp; below only.. :P).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-4336331467767235915?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/4336331467767235915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=4336331467767235915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/4336331467767235915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/4336331467767235915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-flies-when-ur-slacking.html' title='Time flies when ur slacking'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-4317436926795423986</id><published>2007-08-17T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:15.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Loose girls in tight jeans.</title><content type='html'>Shit ass day indeed. Work was murder, hangover didn't help. Preety good session the night before though. Pre party for Arif's early retirement, right amount of drinks went round getting everyone &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V9SCI7vR5yQ"&gt;pissed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some 40 yr old dude by the name of Peter (or Fucking Peter according to himself) showed up and totally cracked us up. Giving us advice on how wanking &amp; sex is bad for your health, and how we should do push ups (or 'pumping' according to him) as an alternative. For someone at that age who's into yoga, drinking &amp;amp; possesses a killer sense of humour, it does seem qualified for a role model no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RsZUy-TfJQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OSqU8FGIXkA/s1600-h/DSC00888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RsZUy-TfJQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OSqU8FGIXkA/s320/DSC00888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099856862738588930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fucking Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been catchin up on movies during lunch breaks seeing as how i hardly have time for anything else besides work and beverage on a repetitive basis. Most recent one would be "&lt;a href="http://www.thebourneultimatum.com/"&gt;The bourne ultimatum&lt;/a&gt;".   Fucking kick ass. It's the kinda of movie where the action doesnt stop keeping u at the edge of ur seat throughout the whole 2hrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-4317436926795423986?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/4317436926795423986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=4317436926795423986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/4317436926795423986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/4317436926795423986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/08/loose-girls-in-tight-jeans.html' title='Loose girls in tight jeans.'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RsZUy-TfJQI/AAAAAAAAAQE/OSqU8FGIXkA/s72-c/DSC00888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-3887382939551020158</id><published>2007-08-14T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:15.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Epl weekend</title><content type='html'>Epl's started which is great to layan with drinks btw. Preety good matches to kick off the season as well as some killer goals, take for example this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtHIzr-q1yE"&gt;free kick&lt;/a&gt; from Gerrard during the Aston Villa match. Don't get me wrong i'm still a &lt;a href="http://www.chelseafc.com/page/LandingPage/0,,10268%7E1031634,00.html"&gt;Chelsea&lt;/a&gt; supporter 90%, the missing 10% is for the times they've lost me money. Thanks to the boys from &lt;a href="http://www.wanlongkok.com/"&gt;Wlk&lt;/a&gt; whom for the first time got me hooked on soccer without betting.....yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from whiskey and soccer, i'd say it was a preety productive long weekend. Highlights would be the beach around 4+am on saturday with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmyCwGtg5kU"&gt;rach &amp; kelda&lt;/a&gt; to catch the sunrise pissed &amp;amp; breakfast at Lucky garden by 6+. Haven't been there in ages, dim sum heaven nuff said. Snuck into some fitness center on sunday with Adi at an attempt to start being healthy. Then layan jamming for a bit between soccer matches. Wlk sessions (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7mWxGU0o6A"&gt;video 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6BzSEZVOUU"&gt;video 2&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up this morning at some hotel, slighty hungover from &lt;a href="http://www.jackdaniels.com/Default.aspx"&gt;JD&lt;/a&gt; the night before, fortunately managed to turn in for work. I came across this painting a few weeks ago, anyone out there with a clue who this chick is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RsFexiF2RjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/k2LvlzkqiN8/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RsFexiF2RjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/k2LvlzkqiN8/s320/DSC00856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098460458218047026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's this?&lt;/span&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/24090692-3887382939551020158?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/3887382939551020158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=3887382939551020158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3887382939551020158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3887382939551020158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/08/epl-weekend.html' title='Epl weekend'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RsFexiF2RjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/k2LvlzkqiN8/s72-c/DSC00856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-6526404075741503818</id><published>2007-08-10T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:46:12.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>No more for the road.</title><content type='html'>When asked whats up? It's cigarettes, alcohol &amp; lack of sleep that's been taking up my time lately. Threw up shit loads on getting up yesterday morning as a result of blasting off that red label the night before. When you're hours late for work, still on you're knees throwing up in front of the bowl &amp;amp; hungover like a bitch.....you know damn right it's time for a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a preety good gathering i'll admit to that. Only problem was the room's off limits for smoking hence everyone's cramped up in the "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vUz-jjYLCs"&gt;loo&lt;/a&gt;" while some entertainment's going on the outside. Take for example "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lAGPQPEqeA"&gt;Dinny's attempt at belly dancing"&lt;/a&gt;. Told ya this shit's going on youtube niggs....hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to detox &amp; rejuvenate myself,  although herbal drinks &amp;  dvd's can be quite a slow option. Ended last night on 2 movies, "&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808723698/details"&gt;Thank You For Smoking&lt;/a&gt;" &amp;amp; "&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809752011/details"&gt;The Hills Have Eyes 2&lt;/a&gt;". The first was good the second was shit. Long weekend coming ahead.....probably the end of detox for me then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-6526404075741503818?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/6526404075741503818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=6526404075741503818' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6526404075741503818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6526404075741503818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-more-for-road.html' title='No more for the road.'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-8355854231774204440</id><published>2007-07-07T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:15.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Session 5</title><content type='html'>Isn’t it funny how things around u evolve in unexpected ways u so hesitantly agree to? Reminds me of high school, so innocent, no idea what the nearby future has in stored. How when you’re all up in the middle of the class, expected an answer to some complex question, you stand there clueless, all eyes on you yet the only pictures that play in your mind is of no relevance to saving your ass in a mild tight spot. I’m sure you’ve been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite getting kicked out of the house right after high school into college, which according to my folks was “the smart choice”, unsurprisingly resulted in a not so appealing result from my end. Not so smart after all huh? It’s just something about getting forced against your will that refuses any ounce of motivation to provide the expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Having one hell of a hangover this morning thanks to all the excessive drinking &amp; partying the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Ro77CcVPHFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iXnuwRYuO1I/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Ro77CcVPHFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iXnuwRYuO1I/s320/DSC00843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084277048731442258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's been a rough week, can't blame me for taking a break.&lt;/span&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/24090692-8355854231774204440?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/8355854231774204440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=8355854231774204440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8355854231774204440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8355854231774204440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/07/session-5.html' title='Session 5'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Ro77CcVPHFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iXnuwRYuO1I/s72-c/DSC00843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-3695050193944572168</id><published>2007-06-28T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:16.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the shi t hits the fan.</title><content type='html'>If only i could have what "&lt;a href="http://www.nextmovie.com/site/index.html"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;" does, that would be some serious motivation for some real changes. Probably stop getting myself caught up in bad endings too. It's been really hectic over the past few weeks &amp; i'm all drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RoOIJ8VPHDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zNcNOkEeIxI/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RoOIJ8VPHDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zNcNOkEeIxI/s320/DSC00826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081054508999449650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pardon the lack of post. Been busy living a fantasy.&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/24090692-3695050193944572168?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/3695050193944572168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=3695050193944572168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3695050193944572168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3695050193944572168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-shi-t-hits-fan.html' title='Before the shi t hits the fan.'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RoOIJ8VPHDI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zNcNOkEeIxI/s72-c/DSC00826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-84359564696376621</id><published>2007-05-26T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:17.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Cold turkey week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wanna thank mami for the astounding energy, effort &amp; persistence put into ensuring me one hell of a birthday celebration last weekend. Although it hasn't been that long, she's made quite an impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, after a really really long day, she still has enough in her to get me down to kb for a birthday surprise (i've got 5 months to get u back for this one baby). Ended up mingling &amp;amp; sipping on wine all night...not forgetting my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10FceqMVlKg"&gt;"first time handling a snake"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RrwehiF2RiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/rEWSJGOfukc/s1600-h/19-05-07_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RrwehiF2RiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/rEWSJGOfukc/s320/19-05-07_2257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096982439712409122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A great conversation piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It's cold turkey week, less drinks more &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPO6vUqCLwI"&gt;"exercise"&lt;/a&gt;. Although i did come across a preety nice bottle of wine a few nights back at Z's, some product of portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RlfwqHuvtEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/aHUuvwdPSho/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RlfwqHuvtEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/aHUuvwdPSho/s320/DSC00731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068784512049067074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Very appealing taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna congratulate &lt;a href="http://www.moostars.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Yan &amp; Terrence"&lt;/a&gt; on their wedding which i managed to attend last night. Haven't seen her in months but was glad to see her so happy when i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rlf0aXuvtFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/YmZpky6D_ws/s1600-h/25052007393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rlf0aXuvtFI/AAAAAAAAAPM/YmZpky6D_ws/s320/25052007393.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068788639512638546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mami, urs truly, yan &amp; rach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rlf1EXuvtGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/C4mFTH2xn7k/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rlf1EXuvtGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/C4mFTH2xn7k/s320/DSC00737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068789361067144290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bride &amp; groom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Didn't stay too long due to overexhaustion from lack of sleep &amp;amp; work. I think i can manage time for blogging once a week rather than a daily basis. So till next week folks...have a gud one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-84359564696376621?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/84359564696376621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=84359564696376621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/84359564696376621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/84359564696376621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/05/cold-turkey-week.html' title='Cold turkey week'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RrwehiF2RiI/AAAAAAAAAP0/rEWSJGOfukc/s72-c/19-05-07_2257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-4728525113611766642</id><published>2007-05-17T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:19.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Miri Jazz Fest 07</title><content type='html'>Been meaning to post this since sunday but haven't the energy or patience. Just so fucking worn out from the weekend. Started off on friday, roadtrip down miri straight after work with Arif behind the wheel, me, Adi &amp; Z in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorted out the accomodations on arrival before rushing off to the festival. 8 bands from US, Europe, Australasia, Caribbean and Asia played over a two night duration on two separate stages in the Pavilion, ParkCity Everly Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwOyXuvs5I/AAAAAAAAANs/dYQiVind_MU/s1600-h/CIMG0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwOyXuvs5I/AAAAAAAAANs/dYQiVind_MU/s320/CIMG0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065439939411293074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The set inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwMMnuvs3I/AAAAAAAAANc/rSs7RC8Nxb0/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwMMnuvs3I/AAAAAAAAANc/rSs7RC8Nxb0/s320/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065437091847975794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The set &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the beach itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwLPnuvs1I/AAAAAAAAANM/BzCvRphw6BY/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwLPnuvs1I/AAAAAAAAANM/BzCvRphw6BY/s320/DSC00644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065436043875955538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Projectors here &amp; there for the less mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwNF3uvs4I/AAAAAAAAANk/3fbAUiNbIsI/s1600-h/Festival+ground+ambience+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwNF3uvs4I/AAAAAAAAANk/3fbAUiNbIsI/s320/Festival+ground+ambience+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065438075395486594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sit wherever you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Excellent food and beverage vendors all over the place. Although heinekens were at $10 a pop &amp; anything else alcoholic in a cup was $12. Did a hell lot of running around &amp;amp; drinking which resulted in an overexhausted state by the end of the first night. I witnessed 2 fucking excellent bands, &lt;span class="Header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lluis Coloma&lt;/span&gt; from Spain&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ajl9h2opKfE"&gt;video 1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsDco4plpZU"&gt;video 2&lt;/a&gt;) &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dirty Dozen Brass Band&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="Header"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ajl9h2opKfE"&gt;video 1&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk1cyHuvtAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/i0HuUjCuPW0/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk1cyHuvtAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/i0HuUjCuPW0/s320/DSC00648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065807172000003074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Header"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lluis Coloma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk1aznuvs_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/A-j9LdakQ6I/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk1aznuvs_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/A-j9LdakQ6I/s320/DSC00664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065804998746551282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Dirty Dozen Brass Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk0eg3uvs8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Llz5gGct4wo/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk0eg3uvs8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Llz5gGct4wo/s320/DSC00647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065738705926337474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beverage dispenser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the end of the first night's festival, we were all too worn out for any clubbing activity so it was back to the hotel. It was hard getting up the next day but somehow my biological clock got me up &amp; about before any of the others did. I caught Arif "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRnDzAJkdVw"&gt;doing his thang&lt;/a&gt;" in the subconcious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwdB3uvs6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/i2u0COfsejE/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwdB3uvs6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/i2u0COfsejE/s320/DSC00668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065455598862054306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 pm, seriously not getting up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spent the whole day roaming around parkson &amp; lost some crappy bet over bowling with Z. After dropping off Adi at the festival by 8, the rest of us made it to dinner. The cafe was packed with "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3jBZ0Vsze0"&gt;big ass lobsters&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2W1l1tC0n4"&gt;weird shell fish&lt;/a&gt;" in tanks. We left for some place called submarine for a few beers after dinner. They've got some preety odd names for the local shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk0d4Xuvs7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/QIVklubS3r4/s1600-h/CIMG0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk0d4Xuvs7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/QIVklubS3r4/s320/CIMG0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065738010141635506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the verge of passing out @ submarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Z managed to catch the last performance at the festival while looking for Adi. After the festival, we left for CB. Had a few jugs of liquor &amp;amp; mingled a little before leaving for the hilltop. Great view, just too bad we were all too "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wz4APlcbCd8"&gt;wasted&lt;/a&gt;" to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk1RD3uvs9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/dIHka8s_5DA/s1600-h/CIMG0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk1RD3uvs9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/dIHka8s_5DA/s320/CIMG0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065794282803147730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surviving @ CB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were slower the next day, tried laying off the booze &amp; ran some errands. Came up with a couple of "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMN_i7agi6s"&gt;stuff to do&lt;/a&gt;" in boulevard. Spent a couple of hours down the presumed overcrowded beach before heading home. Otw back, came across some "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpt1usU0omU"&gt;hostile fire&lt;/a&gt;" &amp;amp; a "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewfptfbSbag"&gt;spontaneous sax player&lt;/a&gt;". Odd combination not by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk1e1XuvtBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/GAbqyI2D6lM/s1600-h/CIMG0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk1e1XuvtBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/GAbqyI2D6lM/s320/CIMG0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065809426857833490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tripping nuts @ the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk1iyHuvtCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yOOhsNS3Bzs/s1600-h/CIMG0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rk1iyHuvtCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/yOOhsNS3Bzs/s320/CIMG0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065813769069769762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer i got home the more i craved for my bed &amp;amp; mami. All in all gud trip. Good news is how the festival's an annual event. That should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-4728525113611766642?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/4728525113611766642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=4728525113611766642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/4728525113611766642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/4728525113611766642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/05/miri-jazz-fest-07.html' title='Miri Jazz Fest 07'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RkwOyXuvs5I/AAAAAAAAANs/dYQiVind_MU/s72-c/CIMG0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-9215400197359176635</id><published>2007-04-30T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:02:28.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Guess who's back?</title><content type='html'>If i recalled correctly after 3days of being sick i was back on the bottle. Thanks to Rach for pulling a get together, had quite a weird kick from the tripple distilled. I figured that'd be the last time i'd be drinking in a while since i was still recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights later i'm making my way to belading straight afterwork with Dymas &amp; Marco, an odd mix of company but my only concern was having chilled carlsbergs working its way down my throat. Long conversation's about the degree life in singapore with Marco &amp;amp; random nonsense with Dymas. Things went a little better than anticipated, despite some akwardness floating around which was preety much drowned out by the beers in a matter of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night i'm out with razi, circling the mall doing what teenagers do. 5 mins in weststreet &amp; i'm already to split. Felt like night out at the daycare. It got better later after hooking up with the rest of the guys &amp;amp; crashing z's crib. Things haven't been going well with me during sobrina's absence. Been bad tripping hantaap, over the past week, but made up for it when she got back saturday night. Just in time for another drinking session hosted by Rach. It was just smooth sailing with chivas on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good to have spent the whole sunday with Sobrina, making up for lost times &amp;amp; just being irresponsible. It's been a really slow day today, i'd give a thumb for it to be like this every freaking monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-9215400197359176635?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/9215400197359176635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=9215400197359176635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/9215400197359176635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/9215400197359176635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back?'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-2071243420200385302</id><published>2007-04-21T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:16:36.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine's the fuckin bitch</title><content type='html'>Spent the last two days in bed fueled by antibiotics, vomit control tablets &amp; panadols.  Anything else going into my system gets flushed out in a matter of seconds. I don't even throw up that hard when im pissed. Can't sleep, can't eat, can't drink.....resulting in my inability to get my ass out of bed &amp; a most undesired fucked up migraine thats still lurking around despite how i've managed to turn in for work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if thats not bad enough, i get these fucking twisted dreams every few mins before waking up breaking in cold sweat. Talk about not having a good nights sleep. The freaky bit would be this "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Succubus"&gt;succubus&lt;/a&gt;" thing which kinda occured a while back in a past which im not sure as to why it's recurring now. Could be the meds or it could just be a sign to cut down on my playtime after office hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to sobrina i've got "&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/nip-tuck/show/17095/summary.html"&gt;nip-tuck&lt;/a&gt;" to entertain during the whole 'sick in bed' episode. To simply put it, it's preety catchy, scandalous, bloody, rich &amp;amp; clever. I do hope to be rid of this freaking migraine &amp;amp; down a few bottles of ice cold carlsbergs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-2071243420200385302?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/2071243420200385302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=2071243420200385302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2071243420200385302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2071243420200385302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/04/migraines-fuckin-bitch.html' title='Migraine&apos;s the fuckin bitch'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-8913235938342660707</id><published>2007-04-14T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:11:46.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Deeply Spaced Out</title><content type='html'>Had one of the best times two nights ago in lumut, during sobrina's cousin's birthday gathering. Good food, good booze &amp; one of the most unbelievable family ... ever. The euphoria was radiating tremendously &amp;amp; there was this happy, full of love.. homey vibe rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point during the morning i passed out &amp; got up an hour or so later in time to drive back home. We got back round 4am hung out a bit &amp;amp; got up a few hours later for work. Massive hangover the very next day. Should've called in sick. Figured it was a sign to cut down on all the fun &amp; just chill out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But then again knowing me, that might just never happen. As predicted, i was at belading with sobrina before sunset yesterday &amp; had a blast throughout the entire night after. We're caught up in a vortex of excessive fun &amp;amp; deep rapport. It can be tiring at times but undoubtedly worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3 mins left till i get out of this hell hole &amp;amp; into bed. I came across this interesting "&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/effect_of_drugs_and_alcohol_on_spider_webs.html"&gt;animal testing video&lt;/a&gt;", tells u alot about your choice of poison. I'm gonna try keep this blogging habit on a constant here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-8913235938342660707?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/8913235938342660707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=8913235938342660707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8913235938342660707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8913235938342660707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/04/deeply-spaced-out.html' title='Deeply Spaced Out'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-3727687015847307600</id><published>2007-04-09T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:40:13.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Fucking Lazy</title><content type='html'>The curse of a decision impared lock of whether or not to blog. It's just that everytime i get online i can't be fucked. There's been a couple of changes with me since my last post. Alcohol still tops the "to do list" after office hours where belading comes in, hardly been swimming at all, got back on an old bad habit &amp; am hooked on a serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been preety mellow, although getting up on time after frequent long nights of alcohol abuse has proved to be quite a challenge. I'm usually spaced out all morning till that afternoon cup of coffee kicks in. Still getting used to this static discharge from my workstation, which kinda sticks on me till i come in contact with anything metal. So that means getting zapped everytime i try open the door. Not appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending quite some time with sobrina,  whom i've gotten along with very well &amp; who's suprisingly similar to me in numerous ways. It's been a while since i last gotten into this whole relationship thing, but i gotta admit i can really get used to this. Maybe it's due to the similar interest that makes it so much more easier or the fact that im falling for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the tube, i've been checking out the "&lt;a href="http://www.l-word.com/index.php"&gt;L-word&lt;/a&gt;" which totally changed my perspective on not only lesbians but women in general. Also a whole bunch of movies but nothing good. I think i'll try keep bloggin constantly if i allow myself to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-3727687015847307600?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/3727687015847307600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=3727687015847307600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3727687015847307600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3727687015847307600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/04/fucking-lazy.html' title='Fucking Lazy'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-5994233825818792985</id><published>2007-03-15T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:20.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Carlsberg Infested</title><content type='html'>So i finally found some time to go through the pile of dvd's stacking up on the table. The first was "&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/ghostrider/"&gt;GhostRider&lt;/a&gt;" which was kinda ok i guess despite the lame ass fight scenes. The storyline &amp; characters were tolerable. Next was "&lt;a href="http://www.meetnorbit.com/"&gt;Norbit&lt;/a&gt;", everytime i see Eddie Murphy it reminds me of his 1983 stand up comedy "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7GUxqKrvvg"&gt;delirious&lt;/a&gt;". The man's still got it, preety decent piece for a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for series, i've been getting used to "&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/heroes/show/17552/summary.html?q=heroes&amp;amp;tag=search_results;title;0"&gt;Heroes&lt;/a&gt;". It's preety good, a nice blend of trippy shit &amp; lots of blood. I dont remember Ali larter being so hot back in final destination though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a lil bit spaced out from the past 2 days of drinking. Went down to belading tuesday night with some friends i haven't seen in a while. Ran into another "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WWmWFCZB8gU"&gt;Blackout&lt;/a&gt;" after some beers. Got preety wasted &amp;amp; busted my knee which i can't remember how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly what i needed, to get out, mingle again instead of isolating myself within everyday routine. Started early on drinks yesterday evening right after work. Warm carlsbergs by the beach. This place does seem more appealing with each incrementing beer consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RfjhtDY8miI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fmt1iY_qCO4/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RfjhtDY8miI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fmt1iY_qCO4/s320/DSC00432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042027946961574434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sea eats Egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was killing time on the net and came across some disturbing "&lt;a href="http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=fb6a53b53c88396339b0926fd71a57d4.1860094&amp;cache=1"&gt;plant video&lt;/a&gt;".  Fucking odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-5994233825818792985?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/5994233825818792985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=5994233825818792985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5994233825818792985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5994233825818792985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/03/carlsberg-infested.html' title='Carlsberg Infested'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RfjhtDY8miI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fmt1iY_qCO4/s72-c/DSC00432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-3677529367332435326</id><published>2007-03-10T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:20.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Thien Thien fish rice vs Thiam Hock's curry chicken head</title><content type='html'>Catchy title eh? Got it off from a collegue when he asked me if i've ever tried curry chicken head to which i replied yes due to stress &amp; seconds later realizing i haven't. It's little things like these that breaks tension within repetitive stress modes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing i ran into mr Jaz on msn two days back which initiated a trip down to belading. Normally our conversation over msn would go something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:53:39 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;belading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:53:41 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:53:52 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;ko  dapat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:54:10 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;i got passpot  ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:54:11 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:54:14 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;bh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:54:20 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;turunlh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:54:27 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;bah ill come see  u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:54:31 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;what time  bagus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:54:32 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:54:41 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;6.30?  hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:54:49 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;bah ok  tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:54:57 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;ill meet u at ur  opis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3/8/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4:55:06 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+666+&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;denatured illusion&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;see ya later  man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RfInoTY8maI/AAAAAAAAALw/9cHlSbBmoiY/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RfInoTY8maI/AAAAAAAAALw/9cHlSbBmoiY/s320/DSC00398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040134506334165410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr "i'm love stout"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; In less than 3 mins, we got a stress killing plan going. It was just smooth sailing all the way into the border since traffic was minimal. After many calrsbergs, some lamb/chicken &amp; running into a few familiar faces later.... i got my humour back. Drop by SG on the way back to drink some more b4 passing out on getting home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RfIp7TY8mcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qKPdSMBuUDw/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RfIp7TY8mcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qKPdSMBuUDw/s320/DSC00405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040137031774935490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some Mutt craving attention in SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Ever since then it's been mellow at work, things have definately slowed down leaving no pressure whatsoever. And not to mention, it's the weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-3677529367332435326?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/3677529367332435326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=3677529367332435326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3677529367332435326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3677529367332435326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/03/thien-thien-fish-rice-vs-thiam-hocks.html' title='Thien Thien fish rice vs Thiam Hock&apos;s curry chicken head'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RfInoTY8maI/AAAAAAAAALw/9cHlSbBmoiY/s72-c/DSC00398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-501843599517605224</id><published>2007-03-08T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:51:14.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Fucked up March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First week of march has been really fucked up, leaving me mentally distorted, stressed out &amp; behaving like some brainwashed zombie half the time at work. Yesterday's trip down to kb &amp;amp; some work related problems the day before, physically worn me out adding more pressure to the already disrupted mental state i was in. If i could name this month it'd be "Fucked up March".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is i haven't even been drinking. By the time i get off work, all i can do is sit &amp; stare into space letting my mind wander off. Either that or it's a battle between '&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/arrested-development/show/17005/summary.html"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/a&gt;' &amp;amp; random  movies. In last night's case, it was  some crappy ass movie  called '&lt;a href="http://www.pathfinderthemovie.com/"&gt;Pathfinder&lt;/a&gt;'. Like some overweight piece of bore u've to drag up some hill &amp; drop off at a distant cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm allowing things to mess up in terms of relationships too. Can't be bothered with anything anymore, i've lost the will to be genuinely happy &amp;amp; am facing reality. I need a break, a really really long break, away from myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-501843599517605224?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/501843599517605224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=501843599517605224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/501843599517605224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/501843599517605224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/03/fucked-up-march.html' title='Fucked up March'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-1357498233504438254</id><published>2007-03-05T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:20.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke ass</title><content type='html'>After the past few days of exhaustion, I managed to kill a well deserved sunday afternoon in the pool. Totally satisfied with the choice made &amp; extremely refreshed too. Got to bed by 8pm which was by far the earliest ever on record on a sober yet over exhausted state. Around 6am, for the first time in a long time, i got to make breakfast before heading down to work on time. (which was also a first in a while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Re541iDP5RI/AAAAAAAAALg/X1zBT-mplq4/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Re541iDP5RI/AAAAAAAAALg/X1zBT-mplq4/s320/DSC00383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039097894142993682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture 3 hrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Re55OyDP5SI/AAAAAAAAALo/zDuPVN7hFpY/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Re55OyDP5SI/AAAAAAAAALo/zDuPVN7hFpY/s320/DSC00390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039098327934690594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's one of those days at work where pressure &amp; workload builds up like a bitch. The kind where flashbacks on being a bum seem almost appealing &amp;amp; nocturnal habits are just as natural as taking a leak. Not to mention i'm broke as fuck. Had to get gas in coins earlier this morning &amp;amp; don't even get me started on how i got lunch. Ironically i think i was more better off money wise before landing a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night would be an excellent time to catch up on drinks. If my broke ass gets paid that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-1357498233504438254?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/1357498233504438254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=1357498233504438254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1357498233504438254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1357498233504438254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/03/broke-ass_6913.html' title='Broke ass'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Re541iDP5RI/AAAAAAAAALg/X1zBT-mplq4/s72-c/DSC00383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-3271507565069620900</id><published>2007-03-04T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:21.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-anticipated heavy eyelids</title><content type='html'>Just had one of the most kickass spicy thai meals ever, which explains the burnt tongue &amp; excessive sweating. After months of scouting restaurants for spicy food i must admit this thai restaurant in serusop is by far the spiciest. I forgot the name though, probably due to being too fucking tired from the shit i had to go through all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the early hours in the morning in kb then later seria due to work. Got back around 2 plus &amp;amp; had more areas to cover within bandar zone. The term 'half working day' does not apply here. Within some 20 mins after getting home around 6, i'm out again to check out some soccer game with tweety, 'brunei vs cambodia'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RepVyvKKz5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZKyB08cIxE0/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RepVyvKKz5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZKyB08cIxE0/s320/DSC00365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037933463308259218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opening ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RepUqPKKz4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/x_WDimiJYKc/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RepUqPKKz4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/x_WDimiJYKc/s320/DSC00364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037932217767743362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match wasn't as bad as i anticipated, despite having skipped the second half to catch up on dinner i missed. I'm definately showing up for Malaysia's match though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so fucking exhausted &amp; the only thing i can picture in my head now, is 'pay day' to end this torturous broke ass condition &amp;amp; 'my bed'. So.. is true how you can't yawn without closing ur mouth cause god knows what might enter? According to tweety it's a local believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-3271507565069620900?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/3271507565069620900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=3271507565069620900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3271507565069620900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3271507565069620900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/03/un-anticipated-heavy-eyelids.html' title='Un-anticipated heavy eyelids'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RepVyvKKz5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ZKyB08cIxE0/s72-c/DSC00365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-3462685765487764069</id><published>2007-02-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:21.384+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Shortest month yet</title><content type='html'>Despite only having 28 days this month with numerous holidays plus off days, it has been the most stressful month yet. Where work starts feeling like work, the "fun" is drained out of "play" &amp; still very much sleep deprived. Example: Had a lil bit too much to drink last night leading up to one hell of a burden getting up for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/ReWaJFaDlfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/s0aShNTjqAE/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/ReWaJFaDlfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/s0aShNTjqAE/s320/DSC00326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036601239144732146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;What a toilet looks like 8 beers later. (it's not obvious but i'm aiming at a snail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bless the snooze button on the phone, its simply genius. First marketed in 1956 by General Electric-Telechron...."&lt;a href="http://www.telechron.net/eod/7h241.htm"&gt;The Snooz-Alarm&lt;/a&gt;".      Those extra 9 minutes can determine the outcome of the rest of the day. Or in my case 27 mins this morning which explains showing up late for work with very much unappreciated eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's &lt;a href="http://rongenrobles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ron's&lt;/a&gt; last day at the office, he bought some pizza &amp; buffalo wings to go around by the time i got back from running errands. Had to skip dinner afterwards. This dude's been a mentor &amp;amp; his guidance kinda got me through this line work. Hopefully i wont be in a mess workwise during his abscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-3462685765487764069?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/3462685765487764069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=3462685765487764069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3462685765487764069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3462685765487764069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/02/shortest-month-yet.html' title='Shortest month yet'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/ReWaJFaDlfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/s0aShNTjqAE/s72-c/DSC00326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-6501335332027444182</id><published>2007-02-27T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:11:38.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Alcohol break</title><content type='html'>Can't remember the last time i wasn't drinking. It's gotten a lil bit worse ever since i started with CNY open house visiting in the daytime. Hits you harder during the day somehow....must be the heat. The only thing keeping me sober is work &amp; swimming i guess....but then again i dont work or swim nights so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; This brings back memories of the last time i got hooked on a bad habit after CNY back in college. Gambling, started CNY 98 &amp; carried out consecutively till sometime around chirstmas 2000. The thought of making it to classes or getting any sleep kinda slipped my mind back then. Hope this doesn't happen with drinking seeing as how im trying to quit. Probably, provided i find a good enough substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With whatever little free time i get off from work &amp;amp; play these days, im hooked on the tube catching up on movies &amp; series "Arrested Developement" (One word...funny). I came across the paper this morning &amp;amp; saw "&lt;a href="http://www.brudirect.com/DailyInfo/News/Archive/Feb07/270207/nite02.htm"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;". Was a lil disturbed till i read through the whole article, doesn't make much difference i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-6501335332027444182?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/6501335332027444182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=6501335332027444182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6501335332027444182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6501335332027444182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/02/alcohol-break.html' title='Alcohol break'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-2332472054640856776</id><published>2007-02-22T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:22.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Back to cooporate slavery</title><content type='html'>My cny break ended yesterday when work resumed. Back to long hours &amp; no sleep..work+play indeed. If i were to summarize what went down over the past few days, it'll probably go something like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th&lt;/strong&gt; - Spent the night before drinking ('tsing tao beer' - taste like fizzy water) at my bro's crib. Road trip to gramma's the day after in time for massive family dinner. 11 aunts &amp;amp; uncles with respective families equals a very packed &amp; loud dinner hall. There was no sleeping by 12am as fireworks filled up every visible spot in sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0Xiq83YwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OlLhcQnV9Xc/s1600-h/DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034205842882650882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0Xiq83YwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OlLhcQnV9Xc/s320/DSC00047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some ppl say i look like this guy...my bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0b2a83Y0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/iGj5zU8D1-k/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034210580231578434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0b2a83Y0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/iGj5zU8D1-k/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Granpa with some weird ass sleeping habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th &lt;/strong&gt;- Gambled all day till later in the afternoon, got forced into a few games of basketball under some very hot weather conditions. I knew it was bad when one of my aunts' went into seizure or sumthin from the heat. The drains along the streets of sarekei are filled with real crabs, timmy caught himself one. By night we did some cny-ing before drinking at sum karaoke joint, they had 'anchor smooth' (which also taste like fizzy water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0clq83Y1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/xnJN8uLXmSE/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034211391980397394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0clq83Y1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/xnJN8uLXmSE/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr 'i love candy'..timmy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0aca83YyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EGdh2pn1xJY/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034209034043351842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0aca83YyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/EGdh2pn1xJY/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drain Crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0RzK83YvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/evsuqBfHYK8/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034199529280725746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0RzK83YvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/evsuqBfHYK8/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waking up to this sure killed the hangover..sexycat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th&lt;/strong&gt; - Final family lunch gathering before another road trip down to sibu. Cny-ing the whole day...took a break around 9pm for some snooker with my bro. By 11 or so out of the blue i got dragged by my sis-in-law to go bar hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was some dodgy karaoke joint packed with triads. Only thing happening there were the tiger beers. Second stop some packed fengtau joint packed with lesbians &amp; heinekens..forgot which tasted better. :P By the time we got to the third stop, despite already being wasted, i fell for the oldest trick in the candy junkie's book &amp;amp; was trippin bigtime before passing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0Rla83YuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EKvpcEbI16o/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034199293057524450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0Rla83YuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EKvpcEbI16o/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sis in law &amp; cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0Zxa83YxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/S_lrKHI4oZ4/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034208295308976914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0Zxa83YxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/S_lrKHI4oZ4/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Carol candy Junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th&lt;/strong&gt; - Woke up with a killer hangover &amp;amp; threw up all over the bowl. Didn't have an appetite for lunch but gambling was ok. I think i'm preety lucky this cny with the cards. Went to the airport around 3 only to get the flight delayed till 6 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight was shit as usual due to the turbulence. It's times like these when flashbacks on flight disaster movies start popping up. Very fucking not cool. Had to rush back to bsb from miri right after dinner which was quite a problem with the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was good catching up with the family again. I think the festivities will always be the perfect excuse for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-2332472054640856776?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/2332472054640856776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=2332472054640856776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2332472054640856776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2332472054640856776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-cooporate-slavery.html' title='Back to cooporate slavery'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd0Xiq83YwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OlLhcQnV9Xc/s72-c/DSC00047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-1024320537172731150</id><published>2007-02-16T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:23.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramping till sunday</title><content type='html'>Im so thirsty. Been roaming around town the whole afternoon, tried lookin for a bar since the weather was a lil too hot for boozing at the coffee shop. No luck whatsover, i did make a couple of interesting pit stops though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly a thai buddist tatto parlour/temple accesories store. I got all stoked at first but then after going through the photo album &amp; learning that not u, but the master monk decides which of the crappy designs from the album gets inked on your skin...., i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about roaming around unfamiliar heavy traffic territory on foot is obviously convenience. It was easy moving in between the ghetto shops &amp;amp; dodgy chill out spots. Surprisingly barganing within these shops weren't as tough as i'd anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stops were some crappy ass parks by the jetty &amp; a tiny park in the middle of town with sculpted creatures &amp;amp; pissing rocks. They should've redesigned the rocks to cocks. kidding :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rdu_7K83YtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/elSrbH1efD4/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rdu_7K83YtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/elSrbH1efD4/s320/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033828031789490898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                       You can find one of these in  almost every corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rdu-O683YsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3S6aezhL68k/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rdu-O683YsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/3S6aezhL68k/s320/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033826172068651714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                              The not so preety Jetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rdu-GK83YrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/N8t2HVgKBxY/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rdu-GK83YrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/N8t2HVgKBxY/s320/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033826021744796338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                  The crappy park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rdu6uq83YqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iLivaX7HBTs/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rdu6uq83YqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iLivaX7HBTs/s320/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033822319482987170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                     The pissing rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dodgin more speeding traffic &amp;amp; the heat, im stuck in the cc again waiting to be picked up. Why dont i jz drive myself around? Cz i'm not ready to be part of the traffic casualty list. I feel like such a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-1024320537172731150?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/1024320537172731150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=1024320537172731150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1024320537172731150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1024320537172731150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/02/cramping-till-sunday.html' title='Cramping till sunday'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rdu_7K83YtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/elSrbH1efD4/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-5268063458697155527</id><published>2007-02-15T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:23.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day off</title><content type='html'>So i'm stuck in some dodgy ass cybercafe in sibu with more than 3 hrs to kill before my bro gets off work to pick my ass up. Took less than an hour to cirlce around this whole mall &amp; get all the stuff i needed before ending up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd1Cv683Y2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/C38dehl5LAk/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd1Cv683Y2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/C38dehl5LAk/s320/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034253349515912034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Killing Time...view from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's trip to miri was kinda quick...cause i was dead asleep during the whole ride &amp; got up upon arrival in time for dinner. Had a few beers with my old man, very awkward. Hit the sack right after watching miami ink on the tube later with my cousin who insist flower tats are too fucking clich'e. I sort of agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to get up by 5+am to get my shit together &amp;amp; check in the airport by 6. Fucking turbulence had me waking up every now &amp;amp; then throughout the whole fight. But am glad to get back on solid ground afterwards. We'd to wait a whole hour before my bro came round to pick us up, i guess the term "i'm on the way" is similar down here too. I'm in desperate need of some sleep...right after a nice hot shower of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-5268063458697155527?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/5268063458697155527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=5268063458697155527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5268063458697155527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5268063458697155527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-day-off.html' title='First day off'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Rd1Cv683Y2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/C38dehl5LAk/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-2047950339689135709</id><published>2007-02-13T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T11:42:44.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>I swear the festive mood in me is as fading out. If it weren't for the fucking annoying CNY  songs playing everywhere &amp; decorations i'd probably not notice it coming up. Tommorow begins the long ass drive down to miri where the following morning i'll be flying back to sibu.  It'd be a nice break from here for a few days, catch up with the family.... experiment with drinks &amp; .....gambling. I'm all drained out from work at the moment &amp;amp; slowly anticipating the minutes till i get off for a dip in the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-2047950339689135709?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/2047950339689135709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=2047950339689135709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2047950339689135709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2047950339689135709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-7947350400058077056</id><published>2007-02-08T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:23.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Adapting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've just been so fucking lazy with anything outside work lately. Besides the same recurring shit on different days i'd say everything's at a normal. Recently went through my final blood test on monday &amp; awaiting workpass results at the moment, hence no passport. (no passport = no belading = very unhappy) Although the occasional local booze sessions still stands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to squeeze some free time in between work &amp;amp; play to catch up on some movies &amp; albums. These are the two 'must watch' &amp;amp; 'must listen', movie &amp; album respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RcrLb9N6ZVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vxX-2FQ8nCk/s1600-h/ImageRenderer.ashx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RcrLb9N6ZVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vxX-2FQ8nCk/s320/ImageRenderer.ashx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029055615062402386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Apocalypto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the Mayan civilization where a hunter's life is disrupted &amp; brought into some crazy fucked up world where death awaits. He makes a desperate break to return home and to ultimately save his way of life. Numerous decapitation, slaughter, trippy insights into the mayan culture &amp;amp; hell of a ride on the emotional rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trailer "&lt;a href="http://apocalypto.movies.go.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;".  &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RcrcxNpj4_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1EWnj1VD5rQ/s1600-h/cover_sacrament_230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RcrcxNpj4_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/1EWnj1VD5rQ/s200/cover_sacrament_230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029074671948260338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LambOfGod - Sacrament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One fucking excellent, new &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; improved album. Lots of guitar solo's, faster drumming &amp;amp; faster high-pitch screeching vocals. 11 tracks from this 4th full length album &amp; im hooked on at least 5 of em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview some tracks "&lt;a href="http://www.cduniverse.com/search/xx/music/pid/7252813/a/Sacrament.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'Redneck' video "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lambofgod.tv/video/LambOfGod_Redneck_VidFull.mov"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I've been preety stressed out lately from work &amp;amp; play. This kinda shit rarely happens but when it does, the intrusion sticks with me for quite a while. Another excuse for a drink? Maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-7947350400058077056?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/7947350400058077056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=7947350400058077056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/7947350400058077056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/7947350400058077056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/02/adapting.html' title='Adapting'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RcrLb9N6ZVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vxX-2FQ8nCk/s72-c/ImageRenderer.ashx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-1611625467112148149</id><published>2007-01-23T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T12:36:54.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Fucking Sulking</title><content type='html'>The weekend had been a long one. Even the days leading towards it. Figured i'd catch up on some sleep last night before turning in for work this morning but a lil phone call from sobrina kinda denied me the pleasure. I don't wanna go into details here, so to summarize let's just say i'm starting off the day in a wrong direction. Don't think i'll ever figure women out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..i had a couple of drinking sessions before the weekend with a bunch reporters which was kinda fun in terms of how the conversations kept going till everyone parted ways. And since everyone at the table were movie freaks, that made it easier to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a holiday which i took full advantage of, tried taking naps, caught up with a couple of movies &amp; dramas. By evening i got dragged into some chinese wedding dinner by my old lady. Despite the good food &amp;amp; free flow booze....the duration of the dinner, like all chinese dinners....very very fucking long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting all bloated up &amp; tipsy, i went to pick tweety up. Since it was like 12+ we just headed back to layan some comedy on the tube. Barely got any sleep before the sun popped up. We were smart enough this time to get breakfast before swimming though. Ate so much at this indian cafe "RangMahal" i'd to float around the pool a bit before actually getting to swim.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After noon I'd to pick my old lady up &amp; started the trip down to miri for my medical checkup. She got me running a shit load of errands for like at least an hour before i even got on the highway. (Women are one thing but then mom's are another - as quoted by sobrina) It's kinda true in many ways. I mean she did make up for the errands by developing an inability to stop talking throughout the trip which made it seem much shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize, endless driving, some shopping, medical's, one night at my aunts', no sleep, a few beers here &amp;amp; there &amp; by monday night..i'm back home totally phisically &amp;amp; mentally drained. As it turns out i've to go for another blood test over here was well..... not looking forward to it since im terrified of needles and all. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh lunch is up, hopefully coffee will get this fucked up mood straightened up. Or maybe a beer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-1611625467112148149?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/1611625467112148149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=1611625467112148149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1611625467112148149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1611625467112148149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/01/fucking-sulking.html' title='Fucking Sulking'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-6694105956116217644</id><published>2007-01-18T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:24.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Frustration, Exhaustion &amp; Denial in a blender..</title><content type='html'>It's one of them mornings where i've been up for only 3hrs yet it feels like 3 weeks. Thanks to a really long day yesterday, i almost didnt turn in for work today. Dropped by my god mom's for dinner after many hours of coorporate abuse. (I was still kinda recuperating from the previous night of drinking at belading with sobrina where, we ran into at least four different tables of familiar faces. Tried most of the different brands of beers they had from the giant fridge, which led to an annoying hangover bringing the mood down throughout the following day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner tweety joined me for a swim for like only an hour thanks to the rain. We hung out a bit before crashing her pad by eleven or so. Only recently have i been able to start having proper, deep conversations with this little trouble maker &amp; i guess that kinda cleared up alot of things. It felt good to get some stuff off my chest &amp;amp; it's probably safe to say vice versa on her end. I'm not big on bottling up stuff or keeping things to myself &amp; would usually be quick on looking for an outlet everytime should such an occasion arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left around five &amp;amp; with only a couple of hours in the subconsious i was up before i knew it. Hence the mercurial behaviour on this slow slow morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Ra8Ds6kQ99I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ivDy8eiHvrY/s1600-h/violated_angel_4_by_Isahn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Ra8Ds6kQ99I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ivDy8eiHvrY/s400/violated_angel_4_by_Isahn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021236179711883218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's just something about this picture that seems so right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-6694105956116217644?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/6694105956116217644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=6694105956116217644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6694105956116217644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6694105956116217644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/01/frustration-exhaustion-denial-in.html' title='Frustration, Exhaustion &amp; Denial in a blender..'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/Ra8Ds6kQ99I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ivDy8eiHvrY/s72-c/violated_angel_4_by_Isahn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-3141431873547255891</id><published>2007-01-15T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:46:57.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Drown me in Liquids</title><content type='html'>So the whole kb trip took much longer than i anticipated. Arrived around 2pm &amp; left at 8pm. The lengthy duration was due to work, some shopping, haircut, lunch, dinner &amp;amp;  finally meeting up with madi before convoying back to  bandar. Upon arrival, despite being fucking tired(from work &amp; going around all day), we managed to get a drinking session going after hooking up with sepol &amp;amp; jaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After a couple of cans i'm all ready to hit the sack. It was good drinking with madi again after having gone MIA on us for the past few weeks. The next day was much slower till night where i hooked up with sobrina &amp; the guys for another beer fest. I was a surprised when dymas pulled out a teaser gun(if i got the right spelling here) which was like 400 to 700 volts if i recalled correctlty. Wasn't funny having that shit around with everyone drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For the weekend, i caught up on a couple of movies, met up with tweety, did some shopping, swimming straight after getting up the next morning(not a good idea) &amp; hung out at the beach. We saw this 2 meter mutilated fish with a big head by the shore &amp;amp; without hesitation, tweety tried pushing it back into the sea with a stick while i stood around wating for her to give up. For someone who enjoys swimming ironically she's terrified of the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-3141431873547255891?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/3141431873547255891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=3141431873547255891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3141431873547255891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/3141431873547255891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/01/drown-me-in-liquids.html' title='Drown me in Liquids'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-2515867073013247162</id><published>2007-01-11T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:24.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Sick of Driving.</title><content type='html'>Nothing much has been going on the past few days, kinda slow, yet nice start to the new year. Even cut down on drinking... last session was monday i think with sobrina. Dropped by the longue for a chilled out beer fest &amp; stimulating conversation. Which unexpectedly turned into a somewhat political debate on corruption. Hence an overally refreshing experience seeing as how it's something i dont come across everday. Oh.. &amp;amp; apparently one has to purchase above $20 meals before you can enjoy your drinks without getting hassled by the waitresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual the next day had me feeling all shitty from no sleep, slight hangover &amp; a couple of destinations to drop by for work. Felt much better after dinner... enough to layan two movies. Borat &amp;amp; Van wilder rise of taj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RaWsa6kQ97I/AAAAAAAAAGE/7tAqwwYTY2s/s1600-h/200px-Vanwilderriseofthetajposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RaWsa6kQ97I/AAAAAAAAAGE/7tAqwwYTY2s/s200/200px-Vanwilderriseofthetajposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018606938172225458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumar works best in Harold &amp; kumar. Totally sucks in this one.. Chicks are hot though. Worth watching once..or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RaWlCqkQ95I/AAAAAAAAAF0/_lxq73heMIA/s1600-h/1161544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RaWlCqkQ95I/AAAAAAAAAF0/_lxq73heMIA/s320/1161544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018598824979003282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid yet very fucking Funny. Got me cracking up so hard a little tear rolled out. :P Is his character seriously like this? or does his job depend on it? hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for yesterday, things were really slow... but it did pick up after work when i brought tweety for a swim after some really spicy thai dinner at this lemon grass joint. My stomach was still burning by the time i got to swim. I did meet aaron in the pool a lilttle later, would be good to catch up on drinks with this dude soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it seems my time of comfort lazying in this seat before the monitor is up. Time to go kb for work...i'm soo looking forward to this great long ass lonely trip................................... not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-2515867073013247162?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/2515867073013247162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=2515867073013247162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2515867073013247162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2515867073013247162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/01/sick-of-driving.html' title='Sick of Driving.'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RaWsa6kQ97I/AAAAAAAAAGE/7tAqwwYTY2s/s72-c/200px-Vanwilderriseofthetajposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-2315880949986562644</id><published>2007-01-08T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:09:42.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>absofuckinlutely</title><content type='html'>I've preety much gotten the hang on how the weekend works, so for last weekend..i was well prepared. Slept in till night after work on saturday to recuperate enough energy for the upcoming events. Upon getting up, i drove a few miles to meet with tweety and headed down to the pool. It felt so good to be consumed by water, i almost forgot she was around, while doing my laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We could only leave close to eleven cause some mutt was circling the pool &amp; being terrified of dogs, there was no way i could convince tweety to leave. Funny thing was how the mutt knows how to take a dip &amp;amp; i dont see how being in the pool is any safer. Having skipped dinner we were fucking hungry after the swim. And since i was dying to meet up with sha &amp; the guys for a drink at sweet garden anyways, we...well i decided we'd eat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The table was filled with very familiar people namely sepol, jaz, sha, rach, elmi, wanzi with vodka &amp; beers for the livers. Ended up having so much fun totally forgot bout dinner till much later in the morning where supper came in at seafood center. Passed out by the time i got back &amp;amp; had no idea the following day was gonna be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Somehow tweety had this idea to go shopping next morning which practically took up the whole day along with numerous areas covered but only a few items acquired. I actually came across a couple of stuff that would just drain out this month's salary but seein as how they are under 'neccesities', it kinda leaves me no choice. I didnt think shopping with the opposite sex would be any fun based on past experiences, but this..besides being tiring as fuck, was not an ounce short of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Two meals &amp; some six destinations later we're back to the pool. This time it's raining &amp;amp; less fun due to exhaustion from running around all day. We had one more destination&lt;br /&gt;after swimming and it took a couple of hours to go through the whole place before having the pleasure of getting home &amp;amp; hitting the sack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-2315880949986562644?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/2315880949986562644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=2315880949986562644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2315880949986562644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2315880949986562644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/01/absofuckinlutely.html' title='absofuckinlutely'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-1077374295501494882</id><published>2007-01-05T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T10:45:28.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>i can't feel...</title><content type='html'>It's getting harder to get outta bed these days after repetitive long nights of drinking.  Why would  this morning be any exception? Went down to belading after work with sha &amp; rach yesterday. Despite the shitty weather, the stingray &amp;amp; beers in particular was fucking excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After an hour or so &amp; a couple of beers later, we got on the way to elmi's bbq. Dude's 23 this yr, still young man no worries..haha. There was just too much to eat &amp;amp; having skipped dinner, i didn't hesitate to pig out on every dish available. Which turned out to be a big mistake when i couldn't get out of my seat &amp; felt all bloated up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Caught up with some of the guys after that before settling down to watch 'fear &amp; loathing in las vegas' which would be my fourth viewing.  By 1 or 2 i was about to pass out from exhaustion &amp; decided to split the joint.  Passed out the minute i got home &amp; would have still been in bed now if it wasn't for work.  I seriously gotta  start exercising or something... i feel fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-1077374295501494882?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/1077374295501494882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=1077374295501494882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1077374295501494882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1077374295501494882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-feel.html' title='i can&apos;t feel...'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-5324617859308180419</id><published>2007-01-03T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:05:53.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Chukles university school for talented animals..</title><content type='html'>I was kinda hyped up about getting back to work yesterday since it was a slow ass unproductive day. But night came along &amp; i just could'nt resist snooker with azim which lasted like an hour plus. I'm getting rusty as fuck with the que but better at the bottle though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After snooker we met up with sha, elmi &amp;amp; wanzi for a drink. Venue was sweet garden where i wasn't at all surprised to find uncle &amp; clan who dropped us a few cold beers to go with our vodka.&lt;br /&gt;uncle - this old dude who deals seafood &amp;amp; drinks literally every fucking night with the heart of an 18yr old &amp; an active sex drive for china pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clan - consists of his sons, a couple of friends &amp;amp; of course china pussy every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was tripping on all the talk about vacations in bali &amp; london with sha &amp;amp; wanzi. With just the right amount of cash it'll take u on different levels of fun which i could use right now. So with that being said, i declare my first new years resolution as going on vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home sometime close to 4 am &amp; completely lost the urge on getting back to work upon getting up. Fucking hangover man. Couldn't take breakfast, couldn't smile &amp;amp; looked like a crack addict first week in rehab. It's an hour left till i get off work &amp;amp; i've a strong feeling im hitting the sack straight after a long warm shower....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-5324617859308180419?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/5324617859308180419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=5324617859308180419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5324617859308180419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5324617859308180419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/01/chukles-university-school-for-talented.html' title='Chukles university school for talented animals..'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-1341060946305778818</id><published>2007-01-02T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:56:32.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Zzzz....</title><content type='html'>One hell of a long transition from 06 to 07 i'd say. It all starts with sunday where i practically slept throughout the day after a long night with tweety. Got up by night followed by a quick dinner before getting drinks &amp; hooking with with aji. After some preparations &amp;amp; much driving around we all made it to marco's in time for the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Everyone expected showed up &amp; there was enough alcohol to keep a boat load of pirates happy. To summarize... there was a lot of mingling involved, caught up with a bunch of ppl, &amp; got fucked enough to throw up twice. Must've been the whiskey, chased with vodka &amp; beer that got me in the state. Celebrations ended close to six, with a few casualties passing out &amp; myself barely making it home behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Highlights would've to be catching up with the guys, deep conversations with miss sabrina with an 'o', adi's handstand beer shot &amp; the definately the drinks. There was so much left over &amp; had to tapau back eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Getting up the following day was quite a problem due to the hangover. But as always i managed &amp; later in the evening after watching this crap ass movie (good directing though) "curse of the golden flower" i met up with sabrina with an 'o' for a long chat which ended sometime in the morning. It's refreshing how u come across new personalities every now and then. As far as the new years resolution goes.... i haven't come up with any just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-1341060946305778818?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/1341060946305778818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=1341060946305778818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1341060946305778818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1341060946305778818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2007/01/zzzz.html' title='Zzzz....'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-2938404724428963950</id><published>2006-12-30T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:27:48.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 06</title><content type='html'>The past two days have been preety hectic mainly due to running around endlessly for work &amp; drinking till late. Both situations are basically unavoidable. The later, involved catching up with&lt;br /&gt;rach &amp;amp; mr jaz on Thursday night which ended around 4am after 1 vodka, a few beers &amp; few other buddies joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday was similar only with the addition of mr sepol &amp;amp; sha which was more of a chilled out get together over 1 vodka &amp; a big fish. It's nice to be drinking with this crowd after such a long time. So it's already the 30th &amp;amp; it feels like just yesterday i'd still be getting up during sunset, constantly abusing my body with god knows what &amp; slacking big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alot has changed this year i would say. Apart from mastering the art of holding my alcohol, there's the getting up on sunrise, obtaining my cert followed by a job, pulling my pants up, crowd hopping, being more sexually active, new hobbies, got out more &amp;amp; gave up the position of a couch potato. That's about a few things that come to mind now, as for next years resolution..off the top of my head i'd say getting back on smoking would fall within top ten on the list... not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I'm jz exhausted from work &amp; swimming (which was like for 30mins before the lightning scared us out the pool)  so for now it ends here, prehaps in a couple of days i'll figure out the new years resolution list. Roughly 24 hours to go before 07, i better recap on stuff i missed out this year &amp;amp; try get it done within the hours.... or maybe i'll just get home &amp;amp; catch up with tweety. I think she's done enough damage abusing the msn about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-2938404724428963950?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/2938404724428963950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=2938404724428963950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2938404724428963950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2938404724428963950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-06.html' title='Goodbye 06'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-6218002237531284379</id><published>2006-12-28T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T14:31:03.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking lazy</title><content type='html'>Hit the sack at 10pm last night, which is like the earliest ever on my schedule. Got up 10hrs later &amp; headed straight for limbang to pick up my passport. The queue was superb at the customs, if i ever had the chance i'd never fucking go through it again. It was kinda like being in an empty room with a tv set 10 feet above ur head playing that fuzzy screen repeatedly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It took an hour plus to get outta the jam &amp; another 30mins to get to the passport factory but only 3 mins to pick up my passport. Fucking unbelievable. Had a quick detour down the duty free shop which was depressing since being broke and all, i only managed to pick up a bottle of vodka. One whole morning gone i'm back in the office, all worn out from the long wait &amp; slow traffic... i'm preety sure i need another 1o hours of sleep by the end of the day &amp; a swim before that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-6218002237531284379?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/6218002237531284379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=6218002237531284379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6218002237531284379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6218002237531284379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/fucking-lazy.html' title='Fucking lazy'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-8418245674772276843</id><published>2006-12-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:24.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><title type='text'>The day after Xmas</title><content type='html'>Back to work, the only thing great about this Xmas was probably the off day. Yeap... it doesn't get any better than this. I got tricked by my old lady into have dinner with her friends, which i found out was jap food upon arrival to the destination. I was lucky enough to make it through the evening without throwing up. Tips for anti raw meat ppl forced into a jap restaurant, stick with the ramen &amp; anything fried that doesnt look like road kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012640076987848034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RZB5l4e_VWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cPsJGre0QzY/s320/B000GY729M.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V62239869_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track Listing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sams-Town-Killers/dp/B000GY729M"&gt;1. Sam's Town&lt;br /&gt;2. Enterlude&lt;br /&gt;3. When You Were Young&lt;br /&gt;4. Bling (Confession of a King)&lt;br /&gt;5. For Reasons Unknown&lt;br /&gt;6. Read My Mind&lt;br /&gt;7. Uncle Jonny&lt;br /&gt;8. Bones&lt;br /&gt;9. My List&lt;br /&gt;10. This River Is Wild&lt;br /&gt;11. Why Do I Keep Counting?&lt;br /&gt;12. Exitlude Listen Listen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The first time i saw track #3 'when u were young' on mtv i was all 'damn.. here's something u dont see everyday' and the song was preety catchy despite being in a genre (indie disco like) not within my fav list but surely crawling its way up the list. I'm currently stuck on track #8 'Bones', catchy man... fucking catchy. Overall i'd say it's a preety ok album although not memorable, then again how many new albums produced these days are anyways? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-8418245674772276843?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/8418245674772276843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=8418245674772276843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8418245674772276843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8418245674772276843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-after-xmas.html' title='The day after Xmas'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RZB5l4e_VWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/cPsJGre0QzY/s72-c/B000GY729M.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V62239869_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-6540455207255772779</id><published>2006-12-23T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:14:14.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>hujan Hujan HUJAN!</title><content type='html'>I had this list of stuff to do tonight but thanks to the storm im stuck online blogging. Daytime was fine, running around a couple of places for work then down to the hospital with si jaz till night. We had dinner at the hospital which was surprisingly satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh soya bean in particular was refreshing as i haven't had anything different to drink since forever. (The daily liquid consumption falls under the repetitive selection of...fruit juices in the morning, coffee at lunch, coffee at dinner &amp; booze at supper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By night i picked up tweety who's sitting next to me now having a blast mocking ppl on friendster cz we cant go swimming. She's adorable as she is nakal. It's like i'm seeing this younger version of me everytime she gets into nakal mode. I actually agreed to kill the rest of the hours on this saturday night with her than with mr chivas &amp;amp; friends *sigh*. But it's all good..at least gonna be. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways this is a re-edit on this post &amp;amp; it's officially xmas now.. So MErry Xmas ppl. And to think i just got up less than 3 hrs ago thanks to tweety's bright idea to go swimming early morning after getting up from less than 5 hrs of sleep. But it's all good..., gonna go celebrate Xmas now.. Have a gud one ppl..&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/24090692-6540455207255772779?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/6540455207255772779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=6540455207255772779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6540455207255772779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/6540455207255772779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/hujan-hujan-hujan.html' title='hujan Hujan HUJAN!'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-4811306992078041490</id><published>2006-12-22T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:25.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>I've lost track of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Although i can't tell u what date or day it is, i can tell u that it's of no importance to me whatsoever since it's the same shit different day. Routine man, fucking routine. Christmas is jz round the corner &amp; as always i aint feeling it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a bit to drink last night at z's after checking up on mr jaz whom i'm glad is alright despite not being able to join us for adi adi. Its nice to see how z's got a new pc which helped speed up the transfer of some pics from the other nights drinking session. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was after 2 bacardi's &amp; i'm starting with coffee to sober up which didn't help at all. To the right the host mr aji. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011182820354118834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYtMOYe_VLI/AAAAAAAAADg/IodZCjf7uI8/s200/CIMG0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's really hard to smile in this condition.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011185723752010962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYtO3Ye_VNI/AAAAAAAAADw/WABln4pJXKg/s320/CIMG0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap we're listening...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011189795381007602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYtSkYe_VPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/N9KxxsejxhM/s320/CIMG0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very not sober.... adi, kash, leyley, fuzzy, don marco &amp; yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011190568475120898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYtTRYe_VQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-jjFzMeimtE/s320/CIMG0032.JPG" border="0" /&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/24090692-4811306992078041490?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/4811306992078041490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=4811306992078041490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/4811306992078041490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/4811306992078041490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-lost-track-of-time.html' title='I&apos;ve lost track of time'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYtMOYe_VLI/AAAAAAAAADg/IodZCjf7uI8/s72-c/CIMG0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-364830373807468290</id><published>2006-12-21T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:25.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><title type='text'>My throat hurts</title><content type='html'>I went down to check up on sepol after work yesterday, picked up z &amp; sha on the way. When we got to the ward, we ran into his brother who led us to his bed where his folks were looking after him. He was trying to sleep despite the heavy breathing &amp;amp; blood stains all over the bed. His face was seriously damaged exposing part of the skull &amp; his lips were glued together from dried blood along with bruises here &amp;amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xray results showed no internal damages but it might take a couple of days before he gets back up on his feet. This was no accident &amp; won't be when karma takes its toll. Mr Jaz was already home but i decided to let him be for now, since he hasn't slept since the night before &amp;amp; catch up with him later today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rest of the night, i spent it at z's consuming bacardi along with the rest of the guys. Needed something to keep my mind off this shit since there's nothing that can be done at the moment. Had a real preety hangover waking up, spent at least 20mins throwing up before making it to work &amp; feeling like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this John Mayer album off &lt;a href="http://www.mininova.org/"&gt;mininova&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks back, any slower &amp;amp; it'd fit into norah jones's genre, great to have playing in the background while sleeping. Great album though seriously.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYo63Ye_VJI/AAAAAAAAADA/Li5pqoY3M9s/s1600-h/johnmayer-album-cover-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010882258542744722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYo63Ye_VJI/AAAAAAAAADA/Li5pqoY3M9s/s320/johnmayer-album-cover-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track Listing:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001001/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_001/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting On The World To Change&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001002/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_002/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Don't Trust Myself (With Loving You)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001003/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_003/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;Belief   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001004/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_004/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;Gravity &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001005/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_005/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Heart Of Life&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001006/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_006/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;Vultures  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001007/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_007/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;Stop This Train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001008/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_008/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;Slow Dancing In A Burning Room&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001009/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_009/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;Bold As Love   &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001010/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_010/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming With A Broken Heart&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001011/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_011/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;In Repair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B000H0MKGK001012/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_012/102-2356042-7270567"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Gonna Find Another You&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-364830373807468290?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/364830373807468290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=364830373807468290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/364830373807468290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/364830373807468290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-throat-hurts.html' title='My throat hurts'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYo63Ye_VJI/AAAAAAAAADA/Li5pqoY3M9s/s72-c/johnmayer-album-cover-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-8804917523460250987</id><published>2006-12-20T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:26.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Death of the Passort</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took the morning off from work &amp; went down limbang to renew my passport with my old lady. The trip was a lil shorter than what i anticipated. Highlights or the only highlight of the trip was probably the duty free liquor store where i swear i dont mind spending a night in. My old lady treated me to a bottle of chivas while getting herself a bottle of something similar to baileys. Did i mention i love my mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole process with the immigration didn't take too long &amp;amp; before u know it, i was back in time for work. Things were kinda mellow the rest of the day till night where after dinner i got to watch sleepers (which was one of the 20 in 1 brad pitt dvd collection i got recently), while taking shots of chivas on the rocks. Passed out preety early which was a good thing since i got up refreshed after 8hrs of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYjO4Ye_VFI/AAAAAAAAACc/XIvMBJkqDv0/s1600-h/sleepers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010482053490103378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYjO4Ye_VFI/AAAAAAAAACc/XIvMBJkqDv0/s200/sleepers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following a near-fatal prank, a group of childhood friends are sent to a brutal reform school. Years later they unite to exact revenge on the chief guard who raped and tortured them. At first i thought this was gonna be some gangster shit flick like goodfellas, well it was ganster affliated but more focused on the four characters &amp; their past. Not something i'd watch twice definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received some bad news about mr Jaz &amp;amp; Sepol. As it turns out something bad happened last night which landed both of them in the hospital. Mr jaz is out but sepol's still in there, I'm counting the minutes till work end's so i can go see them. The one night im not with them &amp;amp; shit happens. This fucking sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-8804917523460250987?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/8804917523460250987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=8804917523460250987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8804917523460250987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8804917523460250987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-of-passort.html' title='Death of the Passort'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYjO4Ye_VFI/AAAAAAAAACc/XIvMBJkqDv0/s72-c/sleepers.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-1717303486699505611</id><published>2006-12-18T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T16:49:34.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Slip &amp; slide...wet is Good</title><content type='html'>First thing that comes to mind, the minute this post page pops up goes straight into the title. That's why u get a number of irrelevant tilte's throughout this entire blog. Ahh monday's, i'm actually glad to be back at work although i could use a few more hours in the subconscious state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was extremely long, I dunno how but on saturday i ended up driving my ass to kb for work which practically took up the whole day. Besides the lengthy hours driving around &amp; making pit stops in the wrong places where cash is required i'd say it was a good trip. Wouldn't mind doing again, say next decade? Came home around evening &amp;amp; all i could think off was hitting the sack. Unfortunately as always i was not given the priviledge due to a number of calls coming in regarding events later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the options, i managed to make it to two events only. Firstly Sweet Garden for label 5 contamination &amp; chill's to meet up with tweety &amp;amp; family. I can see why ppl like hanging out at chill's, well to me....it's like working at the toll booth. But only difference is instead of tickets issued, contact numbers are a substitute &amp; u can be selective with whom u wish to interact. I remembered getting home before 4am which was an improvement on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i finally had enough sleep, &amp;amp; somehow craved for the beach upon getting up. Went down to meragam with tweety who was somehow allergic to seawater. The waves keep getting better there, i swear it's almost decent enough to surf. After an hour or so, we left for the pool for actual swimming. Basically just hung out the rest of the evening till am. Getting out of bed proved to be a challenge this morning with the whole body aching. But since i've been warming up my seat at the office for hours now, i think im physically restored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-1717303486699505611?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/1717303486699505611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=1717303486699505611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1717303486699505611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1717303486699505611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/slip-slidewet-is-good.html' title='Slip &amp; slide...wet is Good'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-5474006157625467120</id><published>2006-12-15T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 reds...1 white</title><content type='html'>I cant remember the last time i had enough sleep. 4 hrs was all i managed to squeeze in last night along with the 3 to 5 hrs i've been getting the whole week. Fortunately it wasn't drinks keeping me up but snooker &amp; pool. It's been ages since i last played or met up with zari. Got introduced to her mates jojo &amp;amp; asma while spending the next few hrs on the game with mr &amp; mrs smith playing in the background. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never seem to keep my eyes off angelina jolie everytime she pops up on screen or off. She's hot enough to get my breakfast done..(that's 2 toast, 4 slices of bacon &amp; eggs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYIXpmcXEzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OYh82Tp_cH4/s1600-h/angelina_jolie_h04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008591739050988338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYIXpmcXEzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OYh82Tp_cH4/s320/angelina_jolie_h04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     For a first timer jojo handled pool preety well with tutoring assistance from me &amp; zari. After a few hrs we left for Sugar&amp;amp; spice b4 closing time for sum mint tea. This shit really cleans up your system, not too crazy about the leaves though..it's bitter as fuck. There was a table of varying professions.. i mean u got zari who's a teacher.... asma a doctorate...jojo a freelance photographer &amp; me, an alcoholic. Diversity triggering interest indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-5474006157625467120?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/5474006157625467120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=5474006157625467120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5474006157625467120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5474006157625467120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/15-reds1-white.html' title='15 reds...1 white'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RYIXpmcXEzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OYh82Tp_cH4/s72-c/angelina_jolie_h04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-4698603046489795177</id><published>2006-12-13T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:26.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>New best friend</title><content type='html'>So... im gonna try laying off beer for a while now. Last time i checked, 1 can of beer = freaking 12 bowls of rice. Can u imagine what a night's session of drinking does to ur body? And don't even get me started on the belly issue. I'm not into vodka anymore &amp; given the limited options we have sold here locally i've decided to stick with whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RX-4K2cXExI/AAAAAAAAAB4/g76cXBgIo-0/s1600-h/scotch_whiskey11.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007923807211950866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RX-4K2cXExI/AAAAAAAAAB4/g76cXBgIo-0/s320/scotch_whiskey11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, found myself a new best friend.. mr label 5. Had it on the rocks the whole last night despite still trying to get over tuesday's hangover. Somehow the kick's a lil different from other forms of poison. 1 bottle went well three ways &amp; still somehow kept me in check with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a superhero test earlier on.... the result had a pinch of humour. Have a go at it ppl &amp;amp; drop me a comment on what kinda spandex suits u best. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;You are The Flash&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007933114406081314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RX_AomcXEyI/AAAAAAAAACE/VoJj3IzuUGs/s200/flash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fast, athletic and flirtatious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spider-Man --------- 70%&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man --------- 70%&lt;br /&gt;Robin --------- 65%&lt;br /&gt;Catwoman --------- 65%&lt;br /&gt;Green Lantern --------- 60%&lt;br /&gt;Superman ----------55%&lt;br /&gt;Hulk ----------50%&lt;br /&gt;Batman ----------35%&lt;br /&gt;Supergirl ---------- 35%&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Woman ---------- 35%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-4698603046489795177?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/4698603046489795177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=4698603046489795177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/4698603046489795177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/4698603046489795177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-best-friend.html' title='New best friend'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RX-4K2cXExI/AAAAAAAAAB4/g76cXBgIo-0/s72-c/scotch_whiskey11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-8432526988478565649</id><published>2006-12-12T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:26.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Slippery when wet</title><content type='html'>Late nights with alcohol for fuel is not my idea of catching up. Shot pass 4am before getting any shut eye, now i'm feeling all zombie like. Caught up with azim &amp; mr jaz for a "quick drink" (which btw doesn't exist in my vocabulary) last night, 6hrs &amp;amp; a case later, i'm jz too fucking tired &amp; jz can't be bothered to keep my eye lids apart....like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was alright, despite all the china hookers running around making out with old timers, which kinda help speed up my journey to puking. I did run into a dj last night..kinda cute but too bad the alcohol did most of the talking for me. Usually when that happens i'd kick myself the following day, which i did. Oh, here's sumthing new that would work well for a drinking entertainment... u can actually get it &lt;a href="http://shop.lego.com/Product/?p=EL502"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RX5le_GzfxI/AAAAAAAAABs/nbAje8qyMb4/s1600-h/ice.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007551418693025554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RX5le_GzfxI/AAAAAAAAABs/nbAje8qyMb4/s200/ice.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Picture pilling up this shit drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-8432526988478565649?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/8432526988478565649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=8432526988478565649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8432526988478565649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8432526988478565649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/slippery-when-wet.html' title='Slippery when wet'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RX5le_GzfxI/AAAAAAAAABs/nbAje8qyMb4/s72-c/ice.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-7319804143135786639</id><published>2006-12-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:27.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><title type='text'>Something different..</title><content type='html'>This album started playing on my pc like a few weeks back &amp; since then i've grown to like it despite not being a fan of the "indie" genre. Although it does seem like a bunch of student types with crap hair, strumming guitars in a random manner and worst of all a singer with a voice that sounds like he's about cough up bile though his nose. Nevertheless there are some preety catchy if not weird tracks within this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RXrUMKbqkYI/AAAAAAAAABg/4rELwXG45kg/s1600-h/kooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006547241199636866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RXrUMKbqkYI/AAAAAAAAABg/4rELwXG45kg/s200/kooks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track Listings:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.allofmp3.com/r2/The_Kooks/Inside_In_-_Inside_Out/group_10257/album_1/albref_16/mcatalog.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Seaside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.allofmp3.com/r2/The_Kooks/Inside_In_-_Inside_Out/group_10257/album_1/albref_16/mcatalog.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. See The World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.allofmp3.com/r2/The_Kooks/Inside_In_-_Inside_Out/group_10257/album_1/albref_16/mcatalog.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Sofa Song &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.allofmp3.com/r2/The_Kooks/Inside_In_-_Inside_Out/group_10257/album_1/albref_16/mcatalog.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Eddie's Gun&lt;br /&gt;5. Ooh La&lt;br /&gt;6. You Don't Love Me&lt;br /&gt;7. She Moves In Her Own Way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.allofmp3.com/r2/The_Kooks/Inside_In_-_Inside_Out/group_10257/album_1/albref_16/mcatalog.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Matchbox &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.allofmp3.com/r2/The_Kooks/Inside_In_-_Inside_Out/group_10257/album_1/albref_16/mcatalog.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Naive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.allofmp3.com/r2/The_Kooks/Inside_In_-_Inside_Out/group_10257/album_1/albref_16/mcatalog.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. I Want You Back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.allofmp3.com/r2/The_Kooks/Inside_In_-_Inside_Out/group_10257/album_1/albref_16/mcatalog.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. If Only &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.allofmp3.com/r2/The_Kooks/Inside_In_-_Inside_Out/group_10257/album_1/albref_16/mcatalog.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Jackie Big Tits &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.allofmp3.com/r2/The_Kooks/Inside_In_-_Inside_Out/group_10257/album_1/albref_16/mcatalog.shtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. Time Awaits&lt;br /&gt;14. Got No Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lily allen did a cover on track number 9 "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l3TrkCIrKE"&gt;Naive&lt;/a&gt;" in Astoria london and it's just fucking beautiful. Oh btw u've to click on the links within the links available here to listen to the tracks. I'm too lazy to upload all this shit up for free. Although i might someday when i'm not myself..i mean lazy. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-7319804143135786639?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/7319804143135786639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=7319804143135786639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/7319804143135786639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/7319804143135786639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-different.html' title='Something different..'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RXrUMKbqkYI/AAAAAAAAABg/4rELwXG45kg/s72-c/kooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-7067486125796290314</id><published>2006-12-09T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:49:11.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>Stuck in a vortex of Suck!</title><content type='html'>I was drinking 3 different spots thursday night starting off from belading with mr jaz &amp; mr CC (aka command &amp;amp; control).Things went well as we bar hopped a little, quenching thirst &amp; lust. After the gates closed we moved on to sweet garden where some chick's bday party was going on &amp;amp; mr CC threw a fit over some bullshit matter barely worth an argument topic. After getting sick enough of it, we left for tk..where by this time i was on my last 2 beers &amp; preety fucking hammered. (note to self: sick &amp;amp; tired of the same shit day in day out, either switch crowds or pick up a new hobby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday + hangover + work + no sleep = FUCKING SUCKS. By night, things got better..much better. I needed to clear my head, so i decided to go swimming which according to tweety is my "secret spot". Despite having to pick her up from the end of the world &amp; being our first time meeting up, she turned out to be more fun then expected. Within the first 10mins getting wet..she's all hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's how sometimes u jz meet someone.. and u start to feel incredibly comfortable..cz u were able to feel like u knew this person forever, like u were meant to know them. And then as u just let the barriers drop and u let them more inside.. u just start to naturally feel a sense of likeness as ur able to fall into a greater sense of connection.. With me thats how i see it. Either that or it was jz my teasing :P We had a good 2 hrs getting to know each other better..i can't recall doing much swmming but my head did clear up. :) Was overexhausted by the time i got home &amp;amp; all i could think of was slipping into the subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have killed not to turn in for work this morning but since it's illegal i went with my conscience. A whole morning of running around all over town followed by a long afternoon gettin my ride fixed up, despite being a saturday night &amp;amp; all, i seriously doubt there's anything that could persuade me gettin out of bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-7067486125796290314?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/7067486125796290314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=7067486125796290314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/7067486125796290314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/7067486125796290314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-drinking-3-different-spots.html' title='Stuck in a vortex of Suck!'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-2575637328906415311</id><published>2006-12-07T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:55:10.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>The results of kumar's party</title><content type='html'>Mood's on the up up but throat's kinda fucked. Had a lil too much tiger tuesday night during marco's bday (aka kumar). The venue grand city hotel which was around only 60+ for a room which explains the room conditions. The crowd on the other hand was gud, familiar faces everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i spent most of the time entertaining mr mawie's walkthrough on his new ipod &amp; trying to pull some logic out of april &amp;amp; her friend(whose name i cant recall...but i never forget a face though). Got preety fucked &amp; only slept like around 4+, sometimes when ur having so much fun, u tend to forget that it's a weekday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the next 3hrs i was up &amp; had to stick my finger down my throat jz to feel better. Have u ever puked so hard that eventually u loose ur voice? Work was worse, i had to put up with this hangover till later in the evening. Oh i did meet up with adi (aka mr dick) whom i have not met in a year plus for lunch. Turns out he's working under the biro now &amp;amp; loosing hair. Nice to see things are working out for him at work &amp; his personal life...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been storming like a bitch every night now... starting to get real annoying, especially when u've got to be somewhere. Trees &amp;amp; lamp post uprooting lying on the middle of the roads with cops everywhere navigating traffic. Well the only good news today is probably the 8 solid hours of sleep i had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-2575637328906415311?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/2575637328906415311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=2575637328906415311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2575637328906415311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/2575637328906415311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/results-of-kumars-party.html' title='The results of kumar&apos;s party'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-5549893917095645625</id><published>2006-12-04T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:13:27.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Battle of the sizes</title><content type='html'>Got up earlier than usual today thanks to some random weirdass dreams. Funny how passing out from getting hammered rarely gets me the privilege of these dreams as compared to hitting the sack sober. Take for example saturday night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;7:30pm - which started off with a few beers over my uncles bday party.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9:00pm - met up with mr jaz &amp; sepol for drinks @ terrace hotel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10:00pm - two 40 or 50 yr old white dudes (alan &amp;amp; john) from UK joined in for drinks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11:30pm - madi came around with 1 case of tall tiger. (this shit's the dog's bollocks according to john) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12:30am - jai &amp; fadzil joined in for the booze fest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3:30am - Left for tk for supper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4:30am - went home &amp;amp; passed out form exhaustion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11:00am - woke up with splitting headache. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good ol regular................VS................. Weekend special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RXOaddGDR7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vHCt3xRzOUw/s1600-h/beer+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004513441755645874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RXOaddGDR7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vHCt3xRzOUw/s200/beer+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RXOaE9GDR6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7JUOdNa1B_U/s1600-h/587959375+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004513020848850850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RXOaE9GDR6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7JUOdNa1B_U/s200/587959375+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i spent quite a while on the ipod checking out british bands recommended by John. Ended up enjoying Lily Allen among the others (this chick can sing). Also based on jai's stories on life under BSP in kb, i would very much like to work there. To summarize in a proper manner... life under sex &amp;amp; booze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-5549893917095645625?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/5549893917095645625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=5549893917095645625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5549893917095645625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5549893917095645625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/12/battle-of-sizes.html' title='Battle of the sizes'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMMi3xzWxOI/RXOaddGDR7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/vHCt3xRzOUw/s72-c/beer+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-5649032530155439716</id><published>2006-11-30T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:55:44.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Review'/><title type='text'>The return of the walking dead</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to quite a lot of new albums but haven't the time to review any. This new piece form Iron Maiden however, preety much tops the list. Being their 14th studio album, "A Matter of Life and Death" is a concept album about war at over 70 minutes long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6212/2940/1600/554837/200px-Iron_Maiden_-_A_Matter_Of_Life_And_Death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6212/2940/200/433517/200px-Iron_Maiden_-_A_Matter_Of_Life_And_Death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Track Listing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Different World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3how.com/iron-maiden-a-matter-of-life-and-death/Iron-Maiden-A-Matter-Of-Life-And-Death-These-Colours-Dont-Run_mp3.php"&gt;These Colours Don't Run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3how.com/iron-maiden-a-matter-of-life-and-death/Iron-Maiden-A-Matter-Of-Life-And-Death-Brighter-Than-A-Thousand-Suns_mp3.php"&gt;Brighter Than a Thousand Suns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3how.com/iron-maiden-a-matter-of-life-and-death/Iron-Maiden-A-Matter-Of-Life-And-Death-The-Pilgrim_mp3.php"&gt;Pilgrim &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3how.com/iron-maiden-a-matter-of-life-and-death/Iron-Maiden-A-Matter-Of-Life-And-Death-The-Longest-Day_mp3.php"&gt;Longest Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://mp3how.com/iron-maiden-a-matter-of-life-and-death/Iron-Maiden-A-Matter-Of-Life-And-Death-Out-Of-The-Shadows_mp3.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the Shadows&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3how.com/iron-maiden-a-matter-of-life-and-death/Iron-Maiden-A-Matter-Of-Life-And-Death-The-Reincarnation-Of-Benjamin-Breeg_mp3.php"&gt;Reincarnation of Benjamin Breeg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://mp3how.com/iron-maiden-a-matter-of-life-and-death/Iron-Maiden-A-Matter-Of-Life-And-Death-For-The-Greater-Good-Of-God_mp3.php"&gt;For the Greater Good of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://mp3how.com/iron-maiden-a-matter-of-life-and-death/Iron-Maiden-A-Matter-Of-Life-And-Death-Lord-Of-Light_mp3.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord of Light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://mp3how.com/iron-maiden-a-matter-of-life-and-death/Iron-Maiden-A-Matter-Of-Life-And-Death-The-Legacy_mp3.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Legacy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs are heavy and pounding with the expected Maiden gallop, Bruce's voice cuts through and the riff's and solos storm. They have proved again that they are the masters of tuneful, complex and intelligent metal that is well composed. They have delivered the anti war/religion message in an incredibly neutral, kinda provoking, intelligent and inoffensive way when you come across the lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-5649032530155439716?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/5649032530155439716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=5649032530155439716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5649032530155439716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/5649032530155439716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/11/return-of-walking-dead.html' title='The return of the walking dead'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-251949601570349141</id><published>2006-11-29T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:06:52.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Saint Andrew's Drunks</title><content type='html'>Not sure if i even got the right spelling for the title. My stomach feels funny as a result of last night's whiskey buffet. Along with whiskey afterbreath.. if thats even a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Label 5 + Fuc king robert + tiger + no sleep = bad bad condition to bring to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into alot of my high school juniors last night &amp; thats when it all happened. I'm curious as to how they manage whiskey ever fucking night &amp; i was told it's routine. I've a feeling i wont be able to make it till 5 today in one piece...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-251949601570349141?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/251949601570349141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=251949601570349141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/251949601570349141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/251949601570349141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/11/saint-andrews-drunks.html' title='Saint Andrew&apos;s Drunks'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-1117757425465923120</id><published>2006-11-27T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T13:55:27.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>alcohol infested</title><content type='html'>My hangover's finally clearing up &amp; work mode starts now.. been around tutong all morning which kinda helped clear up the head instead of sitting in front of the monitor for hours. Only bad news is me dropping my wallet god knows where, but good guess would be around tutong. I'm not having any luck recalling where i last seen it either.... this is really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the weekend.. spent saturday in rtb cz senja was playing some show "rapsody" along with other singaporean artists. I think charlie, mr jaz &amp; me got a real good laugh with the whole comedy behind the show. Overall it was ok, stuff like this is better entertained live then from the tube. After the show we left for riverview and got preety fucked on cranberry liquor &amp;amp; beer. Compliments of nami &amp; his chick. There was a lot of driving around before we actually settled down properly to drink which by then z came around &amp;amp; it was already 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 6+ breakfast was on in tk. We were surprised to find the waitresses doing hula hoops &amp; badminton in skimpy gear during this hour. Turns out it's a daily routine for them before hitting the sack. Getting to sleep was a lil hard since im so used to 12 t0 7 sleeping schedule. But by sunday night after swimming came drinking. This time with mr command &amp; control, madi &amp;amp; jaz. I'm not drinking vodka with this dude ever again unless im holding the fucking chasers. Vodka on the rocks is just shit. Hence the hangover today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-1117757425465923120?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/1117757425465923120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=1117757425465923120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1117757425465923120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1117757425465923120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/11/alcohol-infested.html' title='alcohol infested'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-8734666866252182218</id><published>2006-11-20T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:22:53.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekday hence fun weekend?</title><content type='html'>"If moments can pass in a blink of an eye then don't blink" - prof W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo the weekend ends.. Man did i make full use of it. A well deserved break from over exhausting my mental state. Started out with a call from fuzzy whom somehow got me to go along with one of her crazy ass plans (which i wont go into detail unless requested). Results weren't as expected, well at least not for her but i preety much drew the whole scenario in my head beforehand &amp; it feels gud to be right.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got off to Lance's place after the whole comedy &amp;amp; arrived in time for poker night. The rest of the guys came around soon enough. A few beers &amp; a couple of bucks short later, im taking my leave to meet up with mr command &amp;amp; control for some dry gin abuse. I do miss mr gordons dry gin, but by the end of the night i wasn't too thrilled about getting back on it any time soon. Met up with z &amp; rest of the girls for supper then back to his place &amp;amp; passing out after getting more wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like shit getting up the next day, but thank god it's sunday. Mr mawie came around &amp; hung out a bit before we all left for the mall for sound check. They were playing a few songs for sum event which i didnt bother asking. Preety much went through my whole day there.. met up with a few local &amp;amp; singaporean artist along with some other friends i havent seen in ages. Felt better after dinner actually..Machi's fault. Overstuffed &amp; partially satisfied.. the show came on at 8pm &amp;amp; finished by 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a decent weekend.. it felt really good to be out again &amp;amp; socializing instead of the dreaded daily routine of work/sleep, work/sleep, work/sleep.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-8734666866252182218?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/8734666866252182218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=8734666866252182218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8734666866252182218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/8734666866252182218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-weekday-hence-fun-weekend_20.html' title='long weekday hence fun weekend?'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-1811254769533424280</id><published>2006-11-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:50:50.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good the bad and the ........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6212/2940/1600/ambaki.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6212/2940/200/ambaki.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news: got new satelite, Bad news: only chinese &amp;amp; kaling channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news: got working visa, Bad news: lost birth cert to process it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news: food poisoning's taking its leave, Bad news: still crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news: got new motherboard, Bad news: need to get new hardisk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news: getting in shape, Bad news: shrinking fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news: heard a joke today, Bad news: wasn't funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too lazy.....too tired....jz wanna go home...catch some...zzzzzzZZZ.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-1811254769533424280?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/1811254769533424280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=1811254769533424280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1811254769533424280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1811254769533424280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-bad-and.html' title='the good the bad and the ........'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-1665157836251968212</id><published>2006-11-14T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:02:41.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>heavy mental</title><content type='html'>Hoi! Tuesday blues today, been stressing out quite a bit on this whole dynamic site project development for work. My brains working overtime even during subconscious hours. The more i figure out how to do sumthin, the bigger the task gets, not that i wasn't expecting of this. Broke up with the saloon chick yesterday... mutual termination of short relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say im not gonna miss her.... anyways the weekend was fun. Went to belading with mr jaz &amp; marco polo. Had a bit to drink, sum chicken &amp;amp; mr jaz got himself a gud deal on a bong from china. Although it wasn't easy figuring out how it worked, it sure looked appealing. Also ran into my first blackout in belading( 1/2 the place went out)...didnt really make much difference when ur drunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6212/2940/1600/11112006(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6212/2940/320/11112006%28008%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                         Before blackout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6212/2940/1600/11112006(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6212/2940/320/11112006%28007%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                              After blackout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6212/2940/1600/11112006(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6212/2940/320/11112006%28003%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                               Trying to figure out how this piece of crap works..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i think i got food poisoning from trying out some recipe. Had sloppy dumps three days straight &amp; couldn't eat. Not good considering how i'm trying to put on weight &amp;amp; not loose it. A beer belly's not what im talking about either....&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/24090692-1665157836251968212?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/1665157836251968212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=1665157836251968212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1665157836251968212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/1665157836251968212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/11/heavy-mental.html' title='heavy mental'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-799277115453320016</id><published>2006-11-11T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:48:17.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>why are lesbians soo hot?</title><content type='html'>P.I.P, a nick i came up with a while back.. use ur head u'll figure out what it stands for. So i was browsing friendster a bit last night &amp; came acros a whole bunch of lesbo chicks within the links. Goddamn.. why the fuck are lesbians so fucking hot?? I haven't really decided much on my future but marrying a hot lesbian wud be top of my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, I'm not trying to float an idea of a threesome, well at least not within the first year of marriage. God knows i'd probably have to get a hot maid to intensify the satisfaction of both our needs. You know, all the gud cleaning, washing, scrubbing &amp; that refreshingly stimulating feeling u get walking into a nice clean exotic CRIB.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok all fantasies aside &amp; coming back down to earth, i'm preety much getting used to life now. Used to be looking forward to the weekends which were never quite on time, but now it's arriving ahead of schedule. Despite getting really wasted a few days back &amp; nearly not turning in for work.. i'd say im preety much organized now. I know a few of my peers never would've thought to see this day. Yes biatch, I'm said ORGANIZED! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo the weekends here again.. Made plans going down belading with sum friends, Hopefully i wont be getting too fucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-799277115453320016?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/799277115453320016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=799277115453320016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/799277115453320016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/799277115453320016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-are-lesbians-soo-hot.html' title='why are lesbians soo hot?'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116295317078107879</id><published>2006-11-08T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:49.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Living under bright lights</title><content type='html'>This past few days have been a blend of badluck &amp; short nights. Yup.. nocturnal habits are over for sure.. I've even stopped drinking. Well i stayed in on a weekend so i guess that still counts. As for the badluck, my comp's busted.. motherboard's fucked &amp; its a built in.. meaning i gotta either blow a hole in my pocket for a new pc or a close enough figure for the parts to set up another pc. That kinda jz drained out my first paycheck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too bumped about it though, come to think of it i've been really laid back about everything thats been happening around me lately. Bigger problems have popped up here &amp; there but i've just been handling it as if it was some 2nd grade math quiz... Maybe im starting to really grow up huh? I mean i've got some 50+ yr old drinking pals &amp;amp; I quite frequently get the impression im older. Prehaps its due to alcohol or jz some mental maturity bullshit. Speaking of problems.. i know a few friends out there who're kinda messed up. I do hope thing's work out for them eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to catch up on some new flicks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Departed) - You can't go wrong with Scorsese. A remake of the HongKong movie Internal Affairs with a huge cast of fucking decent actors. Do expect Jack Nicholson to be killing in this one, although it was kinda hard to shake off the whole nice guy womanizer get up he got going in Somethings Gotta Give. Lots of blood, some drugs, pussy &amp; conspiracy... jz the right amount of ingredients for a close to perfect time killing movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Covenant) - The genre for this flick falls under Suspense/Horror, Thriller and Teen. But honestly for me it's under Teen only. It's not scary, there's no suspense but its got witchcraft bullshit &amp; those teenage like cast that'll get the younger generation going. Might be better off as a series than a movie actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2047) - Some hk flick with a good cast of characters but sadly one of them bad ass storylines. However the uniqueness &amp; surprise each character brings in this piece about sum dude writing a book on a train that goes to 2047 actually does kinda pay off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116295317078107879?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116295317078107879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116295317078107879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116295317078107879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116295317078107879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/11/living-under-bright-lights.html' title='Living under bright lights'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116243234598404026</id><published>2006-11-02T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:49.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sit &amp; think not shit &amp; stink</title><content type='html'>Deja Vu Man! Been tripping on familiar scenes daily now. It'd be nice if i could jz come up with reasons as to why unexplained stuff like this happens. Does sitting in front of the computer for a straight 8+ hrs a day get u mentally exhausted? Present u with eye bags &amp; slow reflexes from the cerebelum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh once again im at work with yet another bad ass hangover from excessive drinking last night. Went down belading with mr jaz &amp;amp; for the first time did what the president of limbang did previously to get us to the destination faster than usual. Had one session there &amp; another back at z's crib. Got home preety late with only a few hrs to spare for sleep b4 daylight. I fuckin hate hangovers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the usual, nothing much else happened. Oh i did find something out...(for those on friendster).. u know that annoying white box, the google add thingie thats always in the way? well u can make it disappear if u prefer for it not to be there that is...how? First u leave ur digits under comments in this post.. then u prepare 10 bucks...when i call i'll brief u on how to make the transaction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jz kidding.. here's the code...jz copy &amp;amp; paste it in the "cuztomize - Personalize your profile with CSS" template &amp; ur good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/* Start Google Adsense Killer - Vkey */.fullwidth {font-size: 0px !Important;filter: alpha(opacity=00);opacity: 0.0;google_color_bg = "transparent";google_ad_width = 1px;google_ad_height = 1px;width:0% !important;height:0% !important;background-color: transparent;float: right;margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px;padding: 0px 0px 0px 0px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:0px;font-size: 0px;text-indent: -9999px;}/* End - Vkey */&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116243234598404026?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116243234598404026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116243234598404026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116243234598404026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116243234598404026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/11/sit-think-not-shit-stink.html' title='sit &amp; think not shit &amp; stink'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116217752260465115</id><published>2006-10-30T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:49.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>going going .......gone</title><content type='html'>Survived another weekend of drinking... &amp; got back to snooker. For some reason im real lazy this festive season, not that i was ever hyped on any kinda festivites ... with the exception of CNY (due to free flow booze &amp;amp; gambling) . I only managed to raya at 1 house so far, mr jaz's crib.. maybe it's cz we had 1/2 case chilled bottle tiger with "metal hammer awards" &amp; "nightwish last live gig b4 the vocalist got the boot" to entertain us(courtesy of mr mawie who we think look like herman li from dragonforce..hahahhaa) . Once the tiger ran out we went off to meet mr command &amp;amp; control for more liquor &amp; tiger. Not a great night i must say... was too tired &amp;amp; wasted to be in the mood for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched dogma only to realize by the end of the whole damn movie that i've already seen it before. Wtf indeed.. my memory's fucked. You know how it's like when it's sumthin important say ur spouse's bday &amp; u cant remember when asked. After which u try change the topic to save ur ass from an argument. Well shit like that happens to me.. &amp;amp; i dont think aging has everythin to do with it. It's bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116217752260465115?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116217752260465115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116217752260465115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116217752260465115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116217752260465115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/going-going-gone.html' title='going going .......gone'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116200368639169200</id><published>2006-10-28T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:49.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicks'/><title type='text'>cure is for diseases not symptoms</title><content type='html'>While standing in front of the mirror this morning i realized having eye bags as black as night as a result of lacking sleep. Thank god its saturday.. but with the line of activities i got lined up for the rest of the day.. i'd be lucky just to get a power nap. I think all the swimming after work &amp; late nights are catching on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i met up with this behavioural therapist chick last night..turns out i got her digits when i was pissed a week or so ago. I must've been really hammered cz besides being highly visual &amp; smart..she wasn't anything i expected physically. But it was all gud.. i mean i was only trying to get to learn more about her line of work right? :P A lot of interesting stuff.. to summarize, it requires ashit load of patience &amp;amp; emotional &amp; physical drainage to put up with these autistic &amp;amp; down syndrome kids. Hell she's downing 3 cups of coffee jz to stay awake &amp; yup u guessed it.. sleep deprived too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hrs plus of interesting insights into her life, i decided to call it a night &amp; dropped her home. Passed out the minute i got home...too fuckin tired. Got woken up by sum fuckin cunts playing fireworks sumtime in the morning..&amp; took me a while to get back to bed. Wait till i find out ur addresses &amp;amp; blow up ur crib while ur sleeping goddamit. Yea, so thank god its saturday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116200368639169200?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116200368639169200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116200368639169200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116200368639169200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116200368639169200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/cure-is-for-diseases-not-symptoms.html' title='cure is for diseases not symptoms'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116183382578888936</id><published>2006-10-26T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:49.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>slamat   ali   laya</title><content type='html'>This week's been real mellow. Probably the most relaxed weekdays i've had this month. Everything's moving slowly, no pressure of any sort specially not from work..since raya's&lt;br /&gt;on, im practically workin 3 days the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous weekend was kinda hectic from all the running around hunting for last minute alcohol, but it did pay off with a drinking session at longue. The beer was fine but then the liquor wasn't, we had beeras chasers for liquor. Had a bit of hangover the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was real slow..up until i happened to run into mr sepol at supasave. Yeap..more drinking, but sumhow it was very mellow..half the time i was watching jakie chan giving a tour of hk on travel &amp; living. Oh i did see a Lucy Liu look alike china hooker &amp;amp;  no i wasn't too wasted to be hallucinating.&lt;br /&gt;I got the no to prove... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was nice.. had steamboat wit ma chick..although she shud hv been more clear with the "i've already had dinner", i ended up over stuffing my belly. I've been picking up&lt;br /&gt;some tagalog &amp; so far only use two sentences most of the time.. Kalimutan mona/nevermind &amp;amp; Hindi Ko alam/i dont know. yea they're useful sumhow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this pretty interesting chick a few days back &amp; have been constantly keeping in touch. She's a behavioural therapist dealing with autistic children. Now u see for me thats sumthin i dont come across everyday &amp;amp; am sincerely interested to learn more about her..work. She's older but im smarter.. haha jz kidding, i'm actually meeting up with her sumtime this week &amp; see what new things i can learn. :P This kinda learning i dontmind.. the kind in school i very fuckin mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna hit the sheets by 12pm but then got dragged to do some drinking by mr sepol &amp; zane. Madi showed up later. Got pretty drunk &amp;amp; ended up partying wit Mr goat &amp; his china hookers till 3+am. Now im regretting it cz hangovers kicking in hard &amp;amp; i can barely stay awake here at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116183382578888936?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116183382578888936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116183382578888936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116183382578888936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116183382578888936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/slamat-ali-laya.html' title='slamat   ali   laya'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116139988706367942</id><published>2006-10-21T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:49.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOHOOOO ITS SATURDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>WOOOOHOOOO ITS SATURDAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116139988706367942?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116139988706367942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116139988706367942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116139988706367942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116139988706367942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/wooooohoooo-its-saturday.html' title='WOOOOOHOOOO ITS SATURDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116132933222583357</id><published>2006-10-20T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:49.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Gustoko liquid</title><content type='html'>Saturday came early.. yup another last minute surprise from mr mawie(original prankster). Straight to belading after work . . . I was soooo fucking tired but the sound of a couple of cold beers &amp; pussy sounded like it'd do the trick. And besides i had a craving to kill, craving for beer mind u. I managed to squeeze a shower in between rushing home &amp; pickin up ma passport b4 meeting up wit the original prankster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove all the way to sengkurong to pick up the president of limbang &amp; friend, then got to belading. The que was bloody murder, like fucking 30 to 50 cars . . . we however had the upper hand. We had the president of limbang behind the wheel &amp; he got us in faster then we could've gotten in without traffic. Yup they dont call him the president for nuthin. Drinking started at linggi's, our table kinda sucked cz everyone was ex St Georges &amp; having reunion shit while i was the only St Andrews product there. Yeap pick on the minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few beers it didnt matter... Me &amp; mr mawie even brought a new friend from aussie to visit pussyville. Had more drinks &amp; mr aussie was having a blast. hehe. I was too busy running around raya-ing the different joints. I dont remember much after that but apprently i picked up sum chicks no &amp; ended up in the cc while mr original prankster did his project cunt hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im up too early for work &amp; nursing a bad ass hangover. Fucking liquids, lot of fucking liquids.. gotta detox bigtime. Oh another thing...Can u believe mr original prankster? i mean so we agree to meet up for lunch &amp;amp; he's already there but then like 5 mins later im there &amp; the guy's gone. Called him up &amp;amp; he was like "i forgot man haha wait im turning back now". Hangover? i'm preety sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116132933222583357?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116132933222583357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116132933222583357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116132933222583357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116132933222583357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/gustoko-liquid.html' title='Gustoko liquid'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116122901955090042</id><published>2006-10-19T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustoko BEER!</title><content type='html'>i crave for booze big time.. it's been a couple of days of all work no time for play on my schedule.Hell i've got dvd's pilling up on the desk but no time whatsoever to view. Can't wait for saturday sincethe next day's free i can eventually pass out from drinking. I miss belading..specially the stimulating fun hidden 500 meters from the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep..now here's something ive been lacking. Be lucky to jz get 5 hrs a night. You see the thing is i'm stilltrying to cope with this whole work + irregular fun activities and honestly its done nothing but got me physically &amp; mentally drained. Even tried swimming after work yesterday &amp;amp; could've sworn falling into a 15 sec power nap. Fucking tired man! Need fucking beer! BEER! BEER! BEERRRRRRR!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116122901955090042?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116122901955090042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116122901955090042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116122901955090042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116122901955090042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/gustoko-beer.html' title='Gustoko BEER!'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116106453200424697</id><published>2006-10-17T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:48.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>lots of fun eh?</title><content type='html'>Lets see whats new these days.... well i figured out what my job's all about. Yesterday was kinda day one &amp; i'd say it went preety well. Despite how painful it was getting up when the sun came up instead of getting to bed. After work saw me rushing down to belading wit mr mawie to celebrate &amp; ended up having a celebration indeed..till we went broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got preety wasted otw back but unfortunately i was denied sleep by having to meet up with ma chick. Things went well after that till i passed out for like 2 hrs after *ahem* then not being able to get back to bed till now. I'm soooo fucking tired &amp; honestly my eyes are begining to fail me. If it wasn't for work i wouldn't be blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i jz wanna get ma ass to bed a.s.a.p. And figure out a proper schedule that would favour my work &amp; irregular activites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116106453200424697?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116106453200424697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116106453200424697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116106453200424697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116106453200424697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/lots-of-fun-eh.html' title='lots of fun eh?'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116085548578990677</id><published>2006-10-15T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late nights. . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>So, it's bout 3+ am in the morning on an early sunday or shouldi say late saturday &amp; as b.s as it sounds, im tired, bored &amp;amp; sober enough to be typing this post. Why am i not out getting hammered? Well two reasons.. firstly ive been trying out being sober for quite a bit besides the occasional or more to once a week drinking sessions wit mr mawie &amp; jaz (its more to who i drink with now rather then jz getting fucked wit random crowds, don't ask me why..im still trying to figure this one out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly i've been seeing alot of this fillipino chick..i figured it be great to start dating again but unfortunately its been only 2 weeks &amp;amp; my interestis begining to deteriorate. Nothing major i mean she's alright overall but its just one of those situations u can predict before occuring like how it jz aint goin work out long term. 5 mins trying to catch some sleep wit her &amp; im out typing this post. I jz can't seem tofall asleep when the bed's crowded. This could prove to be an issue if i ever get married. Went to jp last night, turns out its only $5 bucks for rides now..dont be fooled most of the fucking rides aint even working. But the "Water Log" is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the big puddle of boredom &amp;amp; serious cravings for a drink i've actually got sum good news. Yeap, i got a job...starts monday. I havent a clue what im up against but am assured gud pay &amp; the boss seems nice so what the hell. 3 months probation after which pay increases form gud to better. I guess my nocturnal habits are over.  And goddamit was i having a blast.......NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116085548578990677?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116085548578990677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116085548578990677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116085548578990677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116085548578990677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/late-nights.html' title='late nights. . . . . . .'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116059258307760251</id><published>2006-10-12T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:48.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Stimulation 666</title><content type='html'>So im basically tripping nuts &amp; its 2:00am.. timing couldn't be worse but i'm getting a bad case of the munchies. And the craving's somehow KFC's finest spicy wings by the bucket. Took less than a min to get on the highway going at least 80&amp;amp; passing some seriously unfamiliar territory. More like a highway up some freaking hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird enough i arrived at KFC by 2:30am &amp; greeted at the door by some welcoming faces from the staff.I make my order &amp;amp; took a seat. After some 5mins staring into the ceiling lights the bucket arrives with a side dish of mashed potatoes &amp; one of them tiny round tasteless buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i the only person in KFC? Maybe cz its late.. yet another self answered question as i take the next few mins devouring the entire meal ignoring the weirdness of the situation. Left KFC satisfied &amp;amp; twice as long to arrive home. I remembered passing by a number of dark trees going downhill, had the whole sleepy hollow kinda set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed out as soon as i got home &amp; by the time i came to everything was not how i left it...as a matter in fact i preetymuch got up in the past somehow for reasons i cannot quite yet explain. Like 20 yrs back to be exact. I ran by the window &amp;amp; took a glimpse outside..everything was real yellow with shit loads of maple trees &amp; leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before any of this ficticious like scene made any sense to me i felt cold breeze flowing within my skin.. my heart slows down rapidly..and im dead stuck in an uncomfortable posture &amp; extreme paleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I not aware of how psychology or science makes of this shit but somehow it seemed clear to me that i was being possessed. So next thing i recalled is tripping big time on the floor then having seen all these images in my head like lots of ppl getting burnt &amp;amp; it was as if i got myself a front row seat preview of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont remember much else but after resuming awareness, the tall dude with the bible &amp; some familiar faces around me kinda indicated an exorcism was successful. Problem was it left a scar..i dont know what it is but it bugs me. Then everything turned white.. i awake from this fucked up dream in cold fucking sweat.. felt way too real. Now the weird bit was how everything around me was still how it was 20yrs back...this really fucked with my head but fortunately reality hit me hard when i freaked by peeling me away from my sub-conscious to my current conscious state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed in place, reality wise &amp;amp; time check was 4:44pm. A dream in a dream huh? Preety neat so i thought, but the scar thingie is still kinda bugging me. This dream was bout a week back &amp; yet it keeps popping up in my head like sum do or die reminder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116059258307760251?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116059258307760251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116059258307760251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116059258307760251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116059258307760251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/spiritual-stimulation-666.html' title='Spiritual Stimulation 666'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-116030321326737760</id><published>2006-10-08T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:48.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>fucking tiring lah</title><content type='html'>Could barely get outta bed today thanks to partying all night. The funny thing was for the first time i went down to belading with mr mawie arriving 10 to 15 mins before the border closes. There was no food, every one was leaving &amp; we could only stomach a few beers while getting out as fast as we got in. Layaned a half case while i drove us to april's bday party which we arrived 3hrs late. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carried on with more drinking and catching up with some friends. I dont recall what time we left but after sending myself back to my ride, i had to meet up with sepol &amp; company to drink some more &amp;amp; seafood buffet. Hard to pass up on an offer as such. Got preety wasted cz by the time i arrived home the sun was up &amp; i practically passed out before getting a chance to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna do today is just to relax &amp; consume healthy fluids to remove all the freaking toxins out of my system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-116030321326737760?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/116030321326737760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=116030321326737760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116030321326737760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/116030321326737760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/fucking-tiring-lah.html' title='fucking tiring lah'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115979978504918244</id><published>2006-10-02T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:48.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>D.O.M</title><content type='html'>D.O.M, Short for dirty old man. Sumthin new i picked up from this saloon chick i've been hanging out with, apparently it also means a sugar daddy. Honestly i got a better insight into how life revolves these people, the chick i mean. I'm not gonna go into details but to summarize i'd say they're all bout the dough &amp; great sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..didn't realize it but it has been a while since my last post. Haven't really got the time to get on the information superhighway in a bit but tonight i'm actuallytaking a break from everything else. Drinking's been less frequent, exercises at a constant &amp; i suppose tv dramas + computer gamesare whats taking up my time these days besides the other ocassional late night activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;season 5 of "smallville" - which sucks btw well maybe for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;season 2 of "one tree hill" - this is the closest ill ever get to a soap drama bs. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;season 3 of "OC" - not bad but the 1st season still rules.&lt;br /&gt;season 1 of "supernatural" - Oh man, this one kicks fucking ass! Some episodes sucked but overall likeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for games i got back to Warcraft..now im hooked like a sobering junkie looking for the next fix. Oh great news, my grades came out.. Passed all. Fuck yea! So now its figuring out where to go for sure, i cant spend another yearhere wasting my life, time aint exactly in my favour here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. well i'm kinda laying off the booze for a bit since the guys are going down belading friday for a pass out session. I can't remember much else of the past few days but i do recall finally kicking the hustler's ass in snooker 2-1 best of 3 frames. Yea that got me preety stoked..took likea year for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that i dont remember much else..well, till the next post ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115979978504918244?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115979978504918244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115979978504918244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115979978504918244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115979978504918244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/10/dom.html' title='D.O.M'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115919281541987029</id><published>2006-09-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:48.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>so.....</title><content type='html'>So.. i managed to survive a long weekend as a result of overexhausting if not surprising events. Lets recap back to saturday night where i made it jz in time to send off sha &amp; hooked up with z, adi &amp;amp; kash for sum party hapening an hour or solater. After the airport we left for tk to meet up with some of the others, but ended up getting stuck for a while layaning a soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few back &amp; forth trips between tk &amp;amp; chill's with some light vodka later we all got down tokiulap for sum drinking party. I can't recall the name of the joint but it was preety tight. Kinda awkward at first, but after a cocktail of chivas, beer &amp; my gud old friend mr gordon's.. friendly faces everywhere. It got kinda lateafter a while &amp;amp; with everyone starting to leave, zari decided to move the scene back to her place. she lives like sum 3 mins from kl whichwas probably some 20 mins or so from where we were. Maybe that explains why only me, adi &amp; umi made it there..or was it cz neitherof us had a ride. Well i for one wanted to drink some more, it's never enough even when it is.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lil gin &amp; bad attempt frying supper, we hung out in her room learned a lil more about how her life works till5+ am when we all agreed wud be time to catch up on sleep. Getting to bed (or technically the floor &amp;amp; a gigantic pillow for me) was lot easier then getting out of bed. We left her crib by 3+ pm and headed towards gadong to get sum grub. Did sum waiting before actually getting to sink my teeth into sum kuih malaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tamu, we dropped off umi &amp; hung out at adi's. Later on by nightfall the three of usgot down to the snookerium where i was preety surprised with zari's familiarity &amp;amp; experience with the game. Now here's a chick who drinks gin, beer &amp; plays snooker. Maybe being gay's got sumthin to do with this rare(well at least for around here) yet likeable trait but whatever the case, for a chick it's sumthin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently all gud things must come to an end, me &amp;amp; adi got picked up by esa not before some dinner &amp; meeting up with zari's brothers.Did feel kinda bad bout leaving her since we were supposed to have a rematch on snooker, but then again there's always next time. For therest of the night or technically morning i got entertained by 'the family guy' (funny stuff), some drama &amp;amp; vodka with the guys at adi's. I couldn't quite figure it out but things were moving real slow within my head the whole night &amp; i'm sure it wasn't the vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a gud morning due to z's uncle passing away &amp; everyone had to split for the hospital leaving me &amp;amp; esa watching the 'family guy' but not as funny anymore after we heard the bad news. I didnt think i would but i finally got home by daylight via z dropping me off. Oh, and i did manage to squeeze a shower in between this whole lenghty weekend if ur wondering. All in all i'd say i had a gud weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115919281541987029?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115919281541987029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115919281541987029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115919281541987029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115919281541987029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/09/so.html' title='so.....'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115900963721649473</id><published>2006-09-23T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:47.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>liquor liquor &amp; more liquor</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we forget how easy it is to forget someone we lost not so long ago. But then in reality ignorance is never bliss, it's jz another excuse for self enlightnment. For whatever reason, it was easier to follow this path till i've grown to realize that u cant start a story without ending it. So here i am putting the big period in this life drama of mine, all these months of alcohol abuse and self hatred only lead to nuthin more then jz realization of a purpose in, if not the tiniest but yet existing space of existence in this so called life.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm why that is i cant explain now but im sure i would have an answer to it, as how i have an answer to everything. So whats been happening with me? Well 2 nights ago i had a fucking blast, been a while but it was one of them nights where i felt safe &amp; very happy drinking with the people i really care about. I gotta thanks sha for making this get together happen. The&lt;br /&gt;very next day well, more like yesterday we got together to drink again this time with the same crowd with a few extras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual got wasted, Everyone split by 2 or was it 3 but i remembered heading down to tk for some grub. Ha ha, very ironic but i actually got into an hour or so conversation with my ex chick &amp; her new gf the whole time there. Its nice to see how things are going well for her. Well as much as i hate to admit it, history still counts for chemistry if that makes any fucking sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sha's leaving for uk today &amp; although i havent been spending much time with her while she was around,&lt;br /&gt;im preety sure im gonna miss those crazy get togethers she makes every now and then, haha it never gets old mae... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115900963721649473?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115900963721649473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115900963721649473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115900963721649473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115900963721649473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/09/liquor-liquor-more-liquor.html' title='liquor liquor &amp; more liquor'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115848822666597980</id><published>2006-09-17T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:47.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>road trip blues</title><content type='html'>ahh yet another road trip...this time kb for battle of the bands..show started at 8 but we got there close to 9. Due to back &amp; forth trips &amp;amp; buying booze from mr maiwe's maid. Haha i thought this guy was kidding at first but damn how cool is it to have ur own maid sell u booze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, jaz &amp; nami was with us on the ride down. Thanks to mr mawie it was scorpions &amp; some random old bands playing over the stereo the whole trip there. The first 1/2 case ran out before we got to tutong. By the time we reached kb we got another 1/2. Then hung out a bit for the show. I'm preety surprised..there was quite a number of talented souls playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nami &amp; jaz  did preety gud but we didnt stick around for the results. Mainly cz the beer ran out &amp; we got another 1/2. Erm not much story bout the show maybe cz i didnt remember much else. We left like some 11+ i think, this time with GNR's "better" playing over the stereo all the way back home. This track is new &amp; is not out but it is by far the best song i've heard this whole year. I dunno where to jack it but try looking it up ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115848822666597980?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115848822666597980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115848822666597980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115848822666597980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115848822666597980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/09/road-trip-blues.html' title='road trip blues'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115832711728793822</id><published>2006-09-15T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:46.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>same shit diff day</title><content type='html'>Been nuthin but living straight for the past few days. No booze, healthy meals, lots of exercise, decent sleepin schedule &amp; allowing my conscience take lead of my actions. Well at least till last night. Caught up on drinking with mr mawie &amp;amp; one.I think its safe to say we all agree on senja being the spot for drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to playing snooker for a bit but hardly any gambling which really sucks. I guess movies fill up most of my time these days, yea the marathon continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scanner darkly - sum animated(the kinda animation that gives u a headache), trippy ass piece bout a drug. Not your average animation crap but could be if u bail out before     the ending. Too much BS script..specially from robert downey jr. The story's kinda ok though well at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepted - yea another one of em typical waste of time teen flicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Corps - the worst van damme movie up to date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes on a plane - erm not something u'd wanna watch twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoop - i've seriously gotta stop getting movies based on the actress, scarlett johansson's in this one but all in all the movie sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full time killer - This one's old but i really like it, story's bout two assasins's life with one hot ass chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight plan - Seriously does anyone really watch this crap? oh yea i did..well it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 seconds - old old movie but preety ok. Bout some heist gone wrong with lots of killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got around to the hospital tuesday night, adi got in an accident earlier, i gotta admit i was preety freaked out bout the whole thing how the whole ride's all fucked up but he's real lucky to get away with jz a hairline fracture on the pelvis&amp; sum scars. I mean u can walk by a bed with sum patient in a wreck and go "kesian eh" then be on ur way, but when its a friendu actually feel the "kesian eh". My malay's terrible so this is probably as close as i get to describing via this methaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually hung out with most of the guys the whole time there but would've prefered another spot for sure. Hopefully he gets out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from swimming yesterday, i had a flashback while waiting for the red light by chung hua. There were kids running around that greenery by the road &amp; sumhow i started thinkin bout how easy it was back then when i didnt have any responsibilities,pressure or even stress. The only pressure would probably be getting forced eating veges or spanked for staying awake after bedtime.I dont know for sure which have it easier..cats or kids? all the same to me. Come to think of it, as we get older we work to have it easy like kids dont we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was soo fucking tiring..tried some basketball, water polo then squash. Well the change of sports was due to the rain. Just had to get some sweat going to kill em calories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115832711728793822?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115832711728793822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115832711728793822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115832711728793822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115832711728793822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/09/same-shit-diff-day.html' title='same shit diff day'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115789413970596802</id><published>2006-09-10T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:46.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>time for a sober break</title><content type='html'>i tried preety hard staying sober but 4days off &amp; 3days straight on heavy consumption really fucked me up. Thursday night got me passing out early at sha's party. It's been a while since i last drank with the old crowd. Told myself to stay off booze for a while after getting up wit sum bad ass hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then by night i got called up &amp; had to go down belading wit dman. Funny how u can say no to booze but when ur there with 2 rounds of 10bottles each, hesitating is out of the question. Passed out on the way back, must be the swimming. Anyways saturday was kinda slow but eventually led to yet another vodka session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ill try stay off this bad habit for the next few days..i mean if i can lay off smoking should'nt be impossible to stay of drinks right? jz have to wait and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115789413970596802?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115789413970596802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115789413970596802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115789413970596802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115789413970596802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-for-sober-break.html' title='time for a sober break'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115751326867300535</id><published>2006-09-06T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:46.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>Just killing time</title><content type='html'>Could have sworn today was thursday if i hadnt checked the date. Well its not surprising seeing as how over the past few days my sleeping schedule has been fucked up. At one point it even went back to the normal hours but then it didnt last. Good news.. i've given up drinking since last saturdays party. How much do u have to drink to actually wanna give up you ask? Too much.. wayy too fucking much lets jz leave it at that. Even had a clumsy attempt spinning some trance tracks. I finally got how the mixer works. Went home when the sun came up as i recalled cz thats when i actually felt sober enough to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the past few sober days, i've caught up on some movies &amp; finally finished off some hk drama series 'Forensic Heroes' (preety gud i must say 20+episodes at an hr 1/2 each). As for the movies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokyo Drift - I think this ones better then the first two. Maybe theres not so much white ppl in this one or maybe the hot ass jap girls. And drifting is way more visually stimulating then jz plain ass racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click - I gotta say out of every three Adam Sandler movies, i'd maybe favour jz one. This is probaby one of them. Its got decent humour &amp; some oprah moments so its not so predictable i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ant bully - Im not big on stuff like this so no comment. Maybe jz one lah.... it sucks like all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea almost forgot... i killed a cat by accident last night. Was driving in some simpang and the damn thing came outta nowhere cz some mutt was chasing it. At first i slowed down after running over it &amp; kept telling myself it was a mutt. But then thanks to karma fucking wit me, i doubled back to check it out. It was a cat...took a few mins to die...i felt soo fucking bad cz it was obviously not a stray cat. At 1+ am a proper burial wasn't top of my to do list so i jz moved it off the road to some grassy spot. Felt so guilty for the next hr or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways tomorrow's sha's bday so thats a perfect excuse for me to catch up on drinking. Happy Bday amae! Adi Adi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115751326867300535?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115751326867300535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115751326867300535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115751326867300535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115751326867300535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-killing-time.html' title='Just killing time'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115685656222870213</id><published>2006-08-29T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:46.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>return of the adi adi</title><content type='html'>I feel so unheathy today.. thanks to last nights heavy drinking. Glad to have sha back here to join me &amp; jaz for adi adi in belading. Met up wit rach there with her friends. Had a buffet on stout &amp; tiger the whole time there which preety much fucked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back we had more tiger to layan then continued drinking at ogh with elmi, dymas &amp; nami added to the equation. I dont remember much from ogh thanks to mabukness. But i think i was trying to beat sum zelda chick or was it queen o the jungle  in pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ogh we crashed sg to drink sum more. This time it was the vodka. Man was i fucked by the end of it all. Thank God i wasnt driving but kesian si jaz had to send me back some more. Havent gotten so wasted in a while, but this definately tops the chart for mabuk of the year award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im taking a break from drinking for a while yea? Dont think so.. ive got to meet up with sepol for drinks in a min.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115685656222870213?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115685656222870213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115685656222870213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115685656222870213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115685656222870213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/08/return-of-adi-adi.html' title='return of the adi adi'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115669021234600892</id><published>2006-08-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:46.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Had a bad day?</title><content type='html'>This has to be the longest weekend of the month. Friday was fine with a lil stimulating conversation &amp; beer with sum chicks but saturday was a bitch. Started off with jogging in the rain not by choice with sepol&amp;amp; his bro. Think i threw my back out with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later it was sum party round polo club. Wouldnt have gone if it wasn't for the bait "10 bucks party with buffet &amp; free flow booze". Got in around 8+, the place was jz starting to getpacked, bout 200 chicks, drags &amp;amp; straight kaki botols filled the joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't take long to finish off the buffet before me &amp; sepol got aquainted with the rest of the kaki botols. By 9+ we were all preety much halfway pissed on vodka &amp;amp; beer. This has got to be the fastest drinking crowd ive seen up to date. Bad news was, the booze ran out.. should've been more specific with the term "free-flow". So i figured not a big deal right, there's 200 ppl in here, at least a 100 or sowould wanna get sum more drinks. So the order was made, more booze was on the way. The dance floor was packed, even the tables surrounding the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would be a blast if the drinks got in already right? so i thought as i was taking a leak. Man was i wrong. Came out of the toilet, the lights went on &amp; ppl were turning away form the main entrance. Yeap, a fucking raid.Hung out a bit with some friends who tried finding an alternative exit before getting stuck for gud in the room. Funny thing was i couldnt even find 90% of my friends who managed to save their own asses somehow before i even got out of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 mins later im standing there having coffee chatting to sum cop with three mobiles &amp; a pack of marlboro lights in hand(from my friends who told me to hangon to it who disappeared when i got out). It took so fucking long for the cops to get everyone from the party all the way to the station. As if that wasn't bad enoughit took twice as long to wait for your statement to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i got out (which was like almost 4am) i was sober, pissed &amp; fucking hungry. Speed offto tk the minute i got to my car &amp;amp; met up with the rest of the guys. Got greeted with a bottle of baileys as we ran through each others story. Finished drinking when the sun came up &amp; everyone split for home &amp;amp; came to a conclusion that never again to show up for a unpermitted partyno matter how fine the bait. Lesson learned indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays alot better, felt totally refreshed after swimming then steamboat. You cant go wrong with steamboat &amp; beer whateverthe case. Now im stuffed &amp;amp; preety sure will not be in the mood to do anything that requires excessive movement. I think illtake it slow this week, at least till thursday. Since its the 31st being malaysia's independence day and all, i can take a wild guess that ill pass out from excessive drinking on the date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115669021234600892?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115669021234600892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115669021234600892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115669021234600892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115669021234600892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/08/had-bad-day.html' title='Had a bad day?'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115634215048384409</id><published>2006-08-23T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:46.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>What free time does to you</title><content type='html'>Yup its that time of the year where i have all the time in the world to make a better person outta myself(or in otherwords get a life). Exams went preety ok i guess, what followed after was way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 straight days of alcohol abuse with different crowds. Despite all the unhealhty activities i've actually been preety health conscious during the day. Like swimming regularly &amp; exercising. Not to mention catching up on a lot of movies. Yes movie marathon again. Since Sunday i've caught up on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Village" - Preety ok if u have patience to stand the bullshit ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Promise" - I dont understand anything in this one but lots of trippy kung fu bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fearless" - Lots &amp; lots of kung fu. Jet Li does what Jet Li does best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Serendipity" - Ive seen this one before &amp; remembered it was gud so had another go at it &amp; had the same outcome. loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basic" - This one kicked ass bigtime. The plot is excellent, army shit with lots of twist. Dont think i've ever come across any Samuel L Jackson movies that suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miami Vice" - oooooooooook lah, worth the time i guess cz the killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i remember for now, ahh it feels gud to be blogging &amp;amp; not boozing once in a while. Well gotta split, till next time ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115634215048384409?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115634215048384409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115634215048384409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115634215048384409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115634215048384409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-free-time-does-to-you.html' title='What free time does to you'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115591067038131012</id><published>2006-08-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:46.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day to get busy</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow lies the final paper &amp; hopefully all this school crap will be outta my hair for gud. Cant wait..cant wait to get it over with. I got caught in the phase where when u start doing sumthin &amp;amp; u jz cant stop cz ur soo focused on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how everthing else around u jz fades into this fuzzy background at the back of ur head. Ur mind &amp; body jz becomes a functional slave to this task ur working on. For me it was revision this evening, straight couple of hours of complete focus. Maybe its cz of the evening drinking session i turned down.. how i fucking hate to say no to booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin much happened throughout the weekdays except for the excessive trips down the swimming pool the minute i got past sick &amp; some booze. Almost forgot.. I found a new medication by accident for flu. Forgot what its called but makes u wanna catch a cold for a hit. Once i get the details on side effects i'll recommend for the "sick" ppl out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta split now.. feel like having a beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115591067038131012?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115591067038131012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115591067038131012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115591067038131012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115591067038131012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-day-to-get-busy.html' title='last day to get busy'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115531179383053273</id><published>2006-08-11T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:46.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>Yeap its the time of the year... drinking all night &amp; sleeping all day's finally caught up with me &amp;amp; now im fucking sick. Must be all the curry &amp; beer &amp; all the spilt second moments getting caught in the rain. I don't usually gety sick but when it happens, im fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect timing especially with my first papers' two days away. i think i might have pushed the medication dosage a lil cz after 6 varying pills &amp; a coffee i'm a lil stoned. Sort of a nice lil buzz. Come to think of it, its been a while since i last got stoned off pills. I think ill have a few more before bed to *ahem* to speed up the healing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part of all i cant seem to remember anything ive revised. This really sucks. Either this combination of flu &amp; fever splits soon or im gonna need to turn in to the doc for more pills. Something weird's been happening since last night, i know its like the ghost festival &amp;amp; i shouldnt be surprised but damnit sumtings messing with the lights in the garage &amp; my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more reasons for me to just stay in the room &amp;amp; revise ya? Fucking hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115531179383053273?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115531179383053273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115531179383053273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115531179383053273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115531179383053273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/08/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115494013264021754</id><published>2006-08-07T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:45.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>absolute power equals absolute corruption</title><content type='html'>Catchy title , got it off sum royalty dude during sum drinking fest. Had a lil trouble getting outta bed this morning thanks to the weekends. Same shit diff date. A whole weekend of booze, gud food, fentau parties, sub dj drunk, horny middle aged chicks, more booze, crowd expansion, brain buster debate issue on religion with sum chick, drove an integra drunk, learnt certain things bout myself form others which i wasnt ever aware of, more booze, better control on hangovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap that'll be the last of fun for me for at least for two weeks from today. Exams are round the corner &amp; i really want to..no let me rephrase that, fucking have to get my shit together and start sum serious cerebelum pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115494013264021754?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115494013264021754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115494013264021754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115494013264021754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115494013264021754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/08/absolute-power-equals-absolute.html' title='absolute power equals absolute corruption'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115441852751006915</id><published>2006-08-01T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:45.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfied &amp; in function</title><content type='html'>Isn't great how plans go the way u expect &amp; after overcoming a craving ur mind is fully functional yet to be abused again. In my case, its one long weekend of alcohol abuse with various crowds, mainland china chicks, new drinking spots &amp; bad luck with gambling. Got me feeling i had too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasnt in much of a mood to do anything yesterday thanks to the hangover which is also the cause of me fucking up one of my papers. Today's different, got up feeling great &amp; went straight to school to revise for tonights paper. Oh btw i found a gud drinking spot, 'senja longue'. One of the most decent places to drink so far &amp;amp; friendly crowd too, customers in particular since everyone's drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how when im not drinking im lazy. but when im back on it i find myself going swimming &amp; getting the urge to workout. Odd. Later i'll be going belading but i doubt any liver destruction is gonna happen. I'm gonna keep to this sober weekdays &amp; wasted weekends schedule for now. Seems to be working fine so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.. wed..thur.. three more days. Yea im sure i can stand. Anyways its back to the books. Maybe ill get lucky wit snooker later, thats a hopefully maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115441852751006915?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115441852751006915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115441852751006915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115441852751006915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115441852751006915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/08/satisfied-in-function.html' title='satisfied &amp; in function'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115418330446296299</id><published>2006-07-29T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:45.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>At long last i get a break from  this stress ass month. Was soooo tired the whole day but managed to get wasted on bailey's &amp; good ol tiger, compliments of saiful &amp; madi. It took only 2 glasses to get me going, must've been a long break form drinking. By the end of the night, i got soo fucked nearly passed out behind the wheel. One more irresponsible act like that and im preety sure id be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways  i got most of ma work done &amp; so glad to have only 1 day before the exams. Last minute crap some more, cant seem to fit anything else into my head thanks to the stress. Ah times up, gotta go pick up the booze. So glad im fitting drinking sessions into weekends only. Must be growing up eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115418330446296299?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115418330446296299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115418330446296299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115418330446296299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115418330446296299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/07/yawn.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115393678992630599</id><published>2006-07-27T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:45.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Dead</title><content type='html'>you know how it is when u work &amp; work &amp;amp; work to the point where u start loosing sleep for good, days past &amp; ur still awake over exhausting ur pc with ur eyeballs glued to the monitor &amp; its all text &amp; pixels everytime u blink and before u know it, u're all drained out mentally &amp; physically to the point where just one beer would put u out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is when u acually get to bed ur too fucking exhausted to fall asleep &amp; start filling up ur head with more stress related bullshit like project deadlines. And before u know it, ur back on the pc. Well like it or not thats been life for me the past few fucking days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was lil different, had an extra stress activity to add to my list. Got called in to set up some network cabling stuff for some college. I learnt that moving cables from one room to another jz inches apart but over the ceiling is just as hard as winning consolation prize on lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired i cant think, cant sleep, caffeine hasn't any effect, no time for drinks, no time for anything. This sucks, this whole final semester sucks big time. Yet im not about to screw this up cz its my only ticket out of this joint. Hopefully i get to squeeze a lil spot in the weekends for a booze break, god knows i need one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115393678992630599?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115393678992630599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115393678992630599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115393678992630599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115393678992630599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/07/brain-dead.html' title='Brain Dead'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115340292493842119</id><published>2006-07-20T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:45.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excessive stress levels</title><content type='html'>Its the time of the year where last minute work piles up like a bitch &amp; ends up jz in time for the exams when im done. Cant remeber the last time i had any sleep but lastnights booze session got me passing out for 12hrs straight. Woke up in time for my presentation for one of the projects. Still got documentations, 1 more project &amp; 2 assignments to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real pain in the ass i'd say. Especially when everything is due within this week. I know i'm a miracle worker when it comes to last minute work but the stress is unbearable. Well back to work till next time ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115340292493842119?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115340292493842119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115340292493842119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115340292493842119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115340292493842119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/07/excessive-stress-levels.html' title='Excessive stress levels'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115254768779219610</id><published>2006-07-11T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:45.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>italy fuck yea</title><content type='html'>So the world cup's over, im glad italy won although the past two matches got me loosing like shit on bets. Yet all in all i'm still on the winning end after breaking down calculations on the overall world cup bets. Not bad but definately not gud enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i been up to eh? Ohh yes the weekends. Besides the heavy alcohol abuse and the long long hours in the snookerium, i met alot of familiar faces in the past two days. Saturday especially, after getting wasted with the usual crowd, we moved on from sweet garden to tk for more drinking &amp; layan the germany match. It was like everywhere i turned there'd be somebody i know comming up to greet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't too stoked with the match though, who'd be happy with losing $ right? I feel like im slipping into my old lazy ass self which im sure i wont btw. Woke up on sunday with only one thing in mind, getting my school shit done, but sadly turned out to be a repeat of the previous day..5hrs in the snookerium, same crowd &amp; booze after, only difference was italy playing france.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today being the start of the weekday and all, is the total chillout take it easy day. Its weird how im still craving for a drink now, despite having drown my sorrows for the past few days. I must be growing up huh? Like how as a kid i'd always wonder why grown ups drink so much, like whats the deal with it? If i now was there then, i'd slap sum sense into myself &amp; chase it with a beer. There is no deal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115254768779219610?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115254768779219610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115254768779219610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115254768779219610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115254768779219610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/07/italy-fuck-yea.html' title='italy fuck yea'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115211808013467185</id><published>2006-07-06T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:45.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being good</title><content type='html'>The long weekend must've hit me hard cz it's been about 3 days since i last had a drop of booze. I ran down to belading monday night but didn't even think about drinkin, just take away. Yesterday was kinda slow with school as always, but i did try make up for it in the snookerium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So italy won. Nice. I cant say much for tonight's match but im up for portugal although its more to a 60-40 chance of that happening. Ah yes i got a new album, Lenny Kravitz's Greatest Hits. It's preety good, must've got inspired from listening to it the whole time driving around in mawie's car looking for booze. He also got me listening to Sex Pistols but i dont think i'll be getting any punk into my system. Nowadays it's strictly metal or alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got tons of work to do with deadlines to meet but i just cant be bothered. I'm such an asshole when it comes to planning but a real miracle worker for last minute crap. Its 2hrs to the game &amp; beers in the fridge, i dont think im about to change for the better just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115211808013467185?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115211808013467185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115211808013467185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115211808013467185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115211808013467185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-good.html' title='Being good'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115186361906688036</id><published>2006-07-03T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:45.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>road trip rules</title><content type='html'>What a freaking long weekend. It all started from saturday evening where after getting up, jaz picked me up &amp; the road trip to kb began. Destination was a gig at panama which starts sunday noon. Karacoma was playing with a few other bands but i was surprised WLK was on too considering how this would be their first reappearance in 2yrs issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we had to turn back on the highway to pick up si jaz's shoes. Somewhere pass tutong we caught up with mawie on the road (who was supposedly otw there already when i left home), i'm gonna be nice here so i'll say he's a cautious driver.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of unexpected sequence of events occurred for this whole trip. Like firstly in kb we got lost and ended up in some bsp guest house which was kinda off from town. It was instincts &amp; luck that got us back to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the hotel riviera mawie was already there. Greeted Sam her friend Lisa &amp; One, before changing to go grab sum grub &amp;amp; jamming. For like much cheaper then empire, this hotel had fucking decent rooms. Totally over expectations. The catch? Its like a no privacy joint, no locks on toilets (which made showers very hard but the tub omg if only i was with someone). The bedroom had transparent glass walls which i found out the hard way while changing. Tv near the couches, kitchen essentials, dvd player, more of a couples joint i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this huge place near the studio "wywy chicken rice" i think, dont let the name fool ya, its not the only dish on the menu, gud food huge variety catered our every meal the whole time we were there. The studio had got be the best ive seen so far, had a kinda homey feel to it. After a full hour of jamming, everyone was thirsty. We tried and tried but for the first time no alcohol whatsoever and a long ass sober night in the hotel with soccer and thankfully gud friends to layan. Luckily below the hotel was a lil cafe packed with the entire kb population or so it seemed watching soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man i dunno how many times we got lost in kb for just the 2 days we were there. By morning we made it to breakfast and after unsuccessful soundcheck, i drove around wit mawie to get some booze. Only by 10+am &amp; without any sleep we started drinking. It was nice how lisa was around to keep us entertained with her huge archives of photos from the states. There's always something different in another country which somehow facinates me enough to the point where i wanna actually be there in person. In this case the $6 bucks for 4 or 5 mugs of beer from the back of a truck with live band playing and u get to keep the mug u refill with when ur done. Checked out at 1 then continued drinking till the gig.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be old cause the place was packed with kids. Tight ass security too. I only stayed for WLK &amp; Karacoma after that mingling a lil with long time no see ppl. It didn't take long before we got back on the road &amp; headed for bandar. Had a bit more to drink before passing out form exhaustion. When i got woken up Jaz had driven us to jp cz it was jz impossible to drive anymore. "Would u prefer it if i drove us here or into a drain?" in response when i asked why were in jp. We had a quick grub then hit the road again. Passed out the min i got home &amp; got up 8hrs later with one hell of an appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im done like seriously, i want a real break from all this right now &amp; totally focus on getting things done like school shit. This time im for real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115186361906688036?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115186361906688036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115186361906688036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115186361906688036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115186361906688036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/07/road-trip-rules.html' title='road trip rules'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115152606435302494</id><published>2006-06-29T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:44.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>666 man fucking ave satanas!</title><content type='html'>Wasted again and again. I did plan to stay in tonight and work on sum school shit. But i swear this booze craving steps up every 48hrs max. When fortune called for a late night session o vodka after my class i found it hard to hesitate on the offer. I did go swimming earlier before class, was a fucking choke session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda stoked today cz i got to beat my nigga friend after giving him 40points head start at snooker. After that i ran down to marco's place to wait for the booze. The pigs seem to  overdo the roadblocks around bunut area &amp; i've to pass em every fucking time i leave school. Loose the badge &amp; i'll drop u in a fucking sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my first phillipino indomee today, it was okay if not for the lime after taste. Yes for my local friends, lime with indomee i'm just as sakai. Fortune showed up late but we did get to drink. Had a whole bunch of snacks to go with the booze and finally had a guitar to layan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3/4 of the bottle consumed to destruct our livers, we had a debate on marco's chick. haha if he doesnt read this blog i'd love to share with u my fellow readers. But as a fucking excellent friend i'll keep it to myself for now till anyone out there gets me fucked enough to spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to leave by 3+ cz i had to get up early to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;haha, no seriously everyone had shit to do early today including me so wth right. All drink no work makes jack a broke boy. Im done here, till next time fellow minions....ave satanas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115152606435302494?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115152606435302494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115152606435302494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115152606435302494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115152606435302494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/06/666-man-fucking-ave-satanas.html' title='666 man fucking ave satanas!'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115143106854659753</id><published>2006-06-28T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:44.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all work no booze makes jack a dull boy</title><content type='html'>I saw this pic from a forwarded email and haven't stopped trying figure it out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7339/2494/1600/ATT261396.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="311" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7339/2494/400/ATT261396.jpg" width="455" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day working on school stuff. Lets see now what else did i do..oh yea been tuning into a few matches lately. I have no passion for soccer believe me but when money is involved i'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The italy match was preety fucked up. I was actually out trying to finish half a bottle with jason &amp; marco while watching the match. Was preety convinced i'd lost it there &amp;amp; the vodka wasnt calming me down but that freaking last few secs penalty brought up a half case onto the table. Yeap all work no booze makes jack a dull boy. Felt bad for the aussies though, they did put up a gud match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a million or so dreams this morning before getting up with a killer appetite. Watched reruns of the ukraine match before going to school. Classes were dull as usual. Had a quick dinner with kong then tried staying awake in the next class. After the director class i went up to the pool house to watch people gamble(for the first time not participating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad i watched cz i discovered the old timer's that hustled me before were fucking switching cards during gambling. Now i can understand why i got hustled. Wouldn't have believed it if i didnt see it. No wonder nobody wants to gamble with these cheaters. I'm just annoyed how i didnt catch them earlier while i was getting hustled. Well it dont matter now, the best deal is not to gamble them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and just layan'ed the brazil trashing ghana match. As far betting goes, so far so good. Only an hour to go before spain's match. I guess taking a break from last card &amp;amp; redirecting my gambling options with soccer is better in some ways. Hell the $ is definately more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115143106854659753?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115143106854659753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115143106854659753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115143106854659753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115143106854659753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-work-no-booze-makes-jack-dull-boy.html' title='all work no booze makes jack a dull boy'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115131147476531460</id><published>2006-06-26T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:44.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal yes?</title><content type='html'>I dont know why i got up at 8 this morning but i did. Been turning into a real productive day, with me rushing to get some school work done. Still in doubt bout what to take for tonight's matches. Last night's was the worst fucking england match ive ever seen. Although it ended up draw in terms of betting, it was just terrible football. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to dream theater's - "through her eyes" all afternoon cz i finally listened in to the lyrics. It made me think of someone i lost a long time ago, someone very very close to me whom up till this day i've still missed yet almost forgotten. Everytime i look back at this i wished He'd taken me not her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i think of it, she would have had a better chance at making it in this godforsaken shithole then me. How can i be thankful for a life full of sins and regrets? A life hidden behind fake smiles, alcohol to forget and waking up daily hoping to meet death.  This is whats underneath the skin of my so called life. I've forgotten how much i hated myself, and now im completely aware when i think of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, ill have to drown my sorrows again. This time i hope i'll see her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115131147476531460?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115131147476531460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115131147476531460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115131147476531460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115131147476531460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-normal-yes.html' title='Back to normal yes?'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115125672033394277</id><published>2006-06-26T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:44.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>I'm done with the weekends</title><content type='html'>Saturday turned out to be an all day sleep in. Got up without a plan in mind besides looking into the matches to bet later on. After dinner, (no wait what do u call breakfast+lunch+dinner?) drove down to marco's to pick up sum brochures for the project. Fortune was around so i ended up watching the match there. Glad with my bet as germany didn't disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match we decided to drink. I drove around a bit to get sum chasers &amp; fried chicken. Choice of poison to kill the night? A bottle of  vodka. Took a while but we managed to finish it off between the three of us. Had my first cornbeef with biscuit flakes? Trust me when ur drunk, anything edible goes. Hell we even had an unsuccesfully attempt at creating home made baileys. Totally deserves the "Dont try at this home" statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only got home close to 10am. Yet another all day sleep in..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115125672033394277?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115125672033394277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115125672033394277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115125672033394277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115125672033394277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-done-with-weekends.html' title='I&apos;m done with the weekends'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115109474442961734</id><published>2006-06-24T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:44.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>Break needed from booze</title><content type='html'>Ive preety much over extended my weekend booze sessions up till today, where im actually takin a break off any alcohol consumption. Unfortunately for me, the weekends are here again. Last night i gotta admit going past the limit, thanks to the guys, a 1/2 case session turned into a freeflow when we crashed sum chick's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the difference between this freeflow booze bday party then the others? Well its simple.. the chick's 43. Yeap u guessed it, the crowds older. Feels gud to be one of the youngest there for a change seeing as how i hardly hang out much with older folks anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great &amp; we did a gud job cleaning out the top half of one giant trashcan of booze. Got sooo fucked i had to get azim to drive me back to jaz's crib where we all met up &amp; ended the night with my old friend while megadeth plays in the background. I cant even remember how i got home after that. I was expecting one hell of a hangover today but luckily was being denied the pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything productive today but did get sum workout done to keep that belly in check. Had a real quick dinner then went off to the poolhouse. Had 2 frames of snooker tonight with sum old chinese guy who was damn gud. Made me realize no matter how hard u try at being gud with sumthin, there'll always be someone out there better then u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that marco &amp; his friends came around and we had endless frames of last card &amp;amp; snooker. Im starting to get tired of playing, it sure as hell aint for the love of the game... if it weren't for the dough, i would've quit ages ago. For today i'll try fit only productive work into my fucked up schedule. Barely got room for slacking anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115109474442961734?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115109474442961734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115109474442961734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115109474442961734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115109474442961734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/06/break-needed-from-booze.html' title='Break needed from booze'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115084072317611205</id><published>2006-06-21T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:44.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>a fucking long weekend</title><content type='html'>I feel so unhealthy &amp; fat today cz what took me some few months to get in shape only took a few days to fuck up, with the aid of nightly booze abuse &amp;amp; irregular meals in between meals. Seriously gotta get back to swimming and proper meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had such a fucking long weekend i dont even know where to start from. Saturday was preety tiring with gambling all day and drinking all night. Met up with azim after a long while and finished off a bottle of vodka &amp; half case between jaz,saiful &amp;amp; zim's friend. The only thing i can recall was waking up the next day with yet another bad ass hangover &amp; straight to the pool house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to get some school work done but i'm nowhere near pleased with my progress. Before i knew it its monday &amp;amp; i'm supposed to head down to belading cz the guys wanted to get some drinks. By 7 no one made it, so me and marco decided to go down anyways to clean out our livers. Had a quick few beers at the usual spot then went off to the otherside where i got entertained watchin marco &amp; sum chick which i will not go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had too much fun i guess cz otw back we missed the malaysian customs &amp;amp; marco had to stay over. This was the point where the fun descended. We had to climb over this huge ass gate to get back into kl. Then too pissed to realize how much shit we were in, we made it to the next bar &amp; drank some more. Only when the lights came on did we notice how screwed we were. Had sum chicks trying to rip us off for a ride back to limbang which we had no money for whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time i was getting the munchies bad.. and the best part was there wasn't any place open(perfect timing for a couple of starving drunks). This is when we managed to talk sum ppl into whooping up a meal for us although they did rip us off with the price. We were thankful eitherways. We walked around a bit with half case(which was turning to 1/4 case by this point) &amp;amp; two bottles liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there was a lil joint with the lights still on and the noise from the tv. We hung out there practically for the rest of the night. Entertained ourselves with gambling and later the spain vs Tunisia match round 3am. The owner of the place was this big dude that looks like sum convict on parole. First impression nearly got us pissing in our pants(specially the part where marco tried asking him for a ciggarette) but then again after his first joke, we knew this convict had a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude was like hustling sum fag at gambling ketam. Marco was entertaining himself watchin the whole time figuring out how it works. I was glued to the tv entertaining the match. By the end of the first half i preety much sobered up &amp; this headache started kicking in. I tot the worst had passed but shit was just begining.. i couldnt find my passport. Yeap shit indeed. I left with marco traced back our steps for a few mins lookin for it &amp;amp; the whole time i was in denial of losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i was fucked now. The first thing that came to mind was climbing three screwed up gates across the border back to my car &amp; wait till six(when the customs open) for marco to get across. Still in denial we got back to the joint &amp;amp; where i aksed the convict bout security on the other side. "Security? Yes." , that was all i needed to hear for a change in plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the gate(where we climbed over) for the third time to check. This time i found it lying at the bottom at one end of the gate. The weird thing was me being in even more denial finding the damn passport then losing it in the first place. Relieved we ran back to catch the second half of the match. By now the gambling was done &amp; all three of us watched the second half. After the match we left the joint &amp;amp; thanked the convict for letting us crash his pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out for another hour &amp; by six we were so pleased to get back to my car and drove down to bandar for breakfast &amp;amp; sum well deserved coffee. I swear i had the best shower ever by the time i got home. Didnt take long to fall asleep after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sleep indeed.. got up way too late for class but made it to the second one. After class i hooked up with jody,harun,marco &amp;amp; fortune for a 3hr game of last card. Made enough to cover for whatever i spent the night before. Only problem is it's all in debts but hell i aint one to complain now. Im jz glad to have made it out of this extended weekend alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115084072317611205?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115084072317611205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115084072317611205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115084072317611205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115084072317611205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/06/fucking-long-weekend.html' title='a fucking long weekend'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115048799509794001</id><published>2006-06-17T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:44.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when is it ever enough?</title><content type='html'>For the past few days i've been getting up earlier then usual to pick up my lil cousin from school since his folks are outta town. Despite whatever time i go to bed, I'm up early from jalan muara driving all the way to jis to pick him up &amp; send him home in bandar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats 3 preety distant destinations. I added bunut to the list today since i figured i'd go down to school &amp; try jack some past year project documentations to help me out with my own project. I can't even remember the last time i was in the library, but the minute i stepped in i knew exactly where to find what i was looking for. Brilliant yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to borrow the documentations instead of jacking it partly cause of karma but mainly cause it'd be hard to sneak two 500 pages thick project documentations out the door past the librarian. I am getting rusty in bad deeds i must admit. After the library i convinced jody who works the pool house to play a couple of frames of last card. He agreed. I think he regreted his decision after an hr + of losing streak and a couple of bucks short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time this whole week i made it home in time for dinner. Had one hell of a meal which reminded me instantly why i always have to be home for dinner. Overstuffed myself before finishing half a mug o coffee &amp; taking off again to arena to play a few frames with forune. I havent seen this dude for a few weeks now &amp; he's lost some 5kg? How? Just starve urself. Had my first 15ball experience today at the table with fortune's old friends. Took me a while but i figured it out eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to tk after pool just in time for the netherlands match. Had a free meal and a couple of drinks cz some guy i just met who works with fortune won the previous argentina match. Believe me i'd rather be the one buying with the winnings. By 2am everyone left to catch some z's but not me. I've got shit loads of work to do &amp; yet i find time to post just to entertain my adoring readers out there. nevertheless totally appreciate it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even say fuck in this post once? aww fuck nvm..anyways back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115048799509794001?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115048799509794001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115048799509794001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115048799509794001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115048799509794001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-is-it-ever-enough.html' title='when is it ever enough?'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115022650683611140</id><published>2006-06-14T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:44.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacking bigtime</title><content type='html'>I was so rajin today, actually went to dst before 9am to queue up for the registration bullshit. Nah..jz couldn't get to sleep. Anyways the queue was fuckin long, like 20mins before the place even opened there's already some 30+ folks stuck in line. I was way too tired to wait for more then a min but even more tired thinking bout coming here another day to get this shit done. Suprisingly after gettin my number, it took less then 10mins before it got called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight to bed upon gettin home. Got up 5+ pm barely made it to class. I've got all this assignments &amp; projects to finish off but somehow aint budging one bit getting started. It's that time of the month again.. the "fuck it i dont feel like doing shit!" time. Getting back on a nocturnal schedule here's really fucked me up &amp; this constant craving for a quick beer's driving me nuts. I feel i must restock a.s.a.p. Besides the quick frames in the pool house nuthin else much happened. Well i'm practically still in the middle of my day technically.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7339/2494/1600/295.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7339/2494/320/295.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     hehehe amusing piece of crap aint it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115022650683611140?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115022650683611140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115022650683611140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115022650683611140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115022650683611140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/06/slacking-bigtime.html' title='slacking bigtime'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-115003452310012908</id><published>2006-06-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:43.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Booze'/><title type='text'>twisted hangover</title><content type='html'>Talk about a long fuckin night of unproductiveness.... got up around evening then drove up near the pool house for branch. Harun came round a lil later then discussed bout the project for some 10mins &amp; snooker for the next couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner i left for terrace to meet up with yan &amp; the girls for drinks &amp;amp; soccer. After 5 or 6 glasses of vodka, jaz came around with puji. Since the girls had curfew we parted ways by 11+ &amp; got ourselves half case beer to kill time. I dont know why but jaz wasn't in the mood to hang out sweet garden so instead we left for kiulap to meet up with izan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen this girl in ages. Catching up was good..by the time the beer ran out jaz had to go so i got stuck with izan. Being very wasted we came up with a plan to crash any party. And surprisingly we did...traders inn. I dont even fucking know anyone there &amp; we just blended in as if we came late. More beers &amp; vodka later i was among friends. Alcohol..the international bond. We left before the sun came up &amp; i couldnt stop crackin up bout the whole party crashing deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were'nt so great today cz i practically slept throughout the whole day &amp; had the "hangover of the year". Took a while but i was throwing up in the shower. It's times like this when ur conscience comes to play with the whole "Why do u torture urself?". I never did figure out an answer for that, maybe i should then it would seem less annoying throwing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-115003452310012908?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/115003452310012908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=115003452310012908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115003452310012908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/115003452310012908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/06/twisted-hangover.html' title='twisted hangover'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24090692.post-114989568144465305</id><published>2006-06-10T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:55:43.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><title type='text'>best break yet</title><content type='html'>-The Great Yokai War- Now i've seen some trippy jap movies but this one by far tops the list. IT begins with sum kid (Tadashi) having nightmares bout demons then a slinky demoness with a beehive comes dangerously close to some peeky cheeky action out the back of her mini skirt, followed by the birth of a goo-covered, flayed, talking cow fetus and a promise of the apocalypse. The fact that children in Japan can sleep at all is something of a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid gets elected to be a kirin rider aided by some trippy yokai characters to overthrow some twisted villian &amp; his army of weird machines &amp; that slinky demoness with a beehive. Overall i'd say it was preety damn entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every quest has an ending and no childhood lasts forever; this movie extend beyond its climax and it's one of the saddest things I've ever seen. Amidst the imagination of mass destruction at the heart of this movie that sweeps up the film into a burning fusion of ridiculous ideas, be very still and quiet. That sound you hear is a child's heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea this is the first time i've seen that Kirin Ichiban beer in any movie. And all this while i thought it was from china. Hmm besides this movie i'd say the only highlight of today was me making my first break over 20pts at snooker. I know ive been at it for the past few months &amp;amp; its sad how it's only now i managed this. Maybe i'll find something more productive to improve at today or maybe i'll blow the day away drinking. desicions..decisions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24090692-114989568144465305?l=fu3ker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/feeds/114989568144465305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24090692&amp;postID=114989568144465305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/114989568144465305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24090692/posts/default/114989568144465305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fu3ker.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-break-yet.html' title='best break yet'/><author><name>Lucky Sin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00521171067553628668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
