<?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-17132606</id><updated>2012-01-14T14:56:34.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>car hon repair shop</title><subtitle type='html'>repair the broken &amp;amp; wounded hon so that he can hon louder, clearer, full of joy...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7667794976937094396</id><published>2010-07-03T10:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:33:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testimony in the Youth Prayer Conference</title><content type='html'>For four consecutive years i've joined the TRAC National Youth Prayer Conference. This year (March 2010), i attended this merely because i'm a youth leader and i thought i should lead by example. Prior to this, i had lots of frustrations at home, church, MYF and so on. I cannot take them any longer and longed for a sabbatical leave, and this came at the right time! But little did i know that great blessings awaited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often envied my friends who have devoted Christian parents and offer godly advices. When i needed the support, my parents will often be the wet blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we know how ugly are the things around us. When can we stop complaining and get on to our knees to pray? God will not hold them accountable but us, the Christians because we failed to intercede for our homes and Country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me this word and confirmed it again-FAITH. With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible (Matthew 19:26). Will we trust God to make things possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7667794976937094396?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7667794976937094396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7667794976937094396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7667794976937094396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7667794976937094396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-testimony-in-youth-prayer-conference.html' title='My Testimony in the Youth Prayer Conference'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3198671947356957436</id><published>2010-07-01T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T13:01:36.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...</title><content type='html'>It has been more than half a year i abandoned my blog. Well, i believe many are still waiting for updates. (Yes i do believe that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get into another chapter of my life. My first degree. With much joy, i just cant wait to get in there. It's God's calling to be an educator. With all the things i've been through, the joy and the pain, the happiness and sadness, the up-times and down-times, i'm now where i am now, ready to experience yet another adventure. God is full of surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Facebook is not as easily, conveniently accessible..a.k.a connection is bad, i guess i'll be blogging more about my uni life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless all of you, my dears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3198671947356957436?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3198671947356957436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3198671947356957436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3198671947356957436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3198671947356957436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-328504362926343001</id><published>2009-11-11T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:50:05.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God will provide? answer is YES!</title><content type='html'>You probably don't know that i limit my daily expenditure to RM5 only. And that's only food. basically, i don't spend on  other things unless necessary. Got LRT card.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok let me break down my expenses:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast-RM1. canteen has a noodle stall that sells fried noodles at RM1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess- normally no. Occasionally RM 1+ on a piece of sandwich. that stall has lesser crowd. don't like to queue up in a long line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch-RM2. Rice la..nth else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner-RM2 rice from the same stall. Pack home. i mean..pack back to church. i stay in church ma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so yesterday arr... I left RM 1 in my wallet and i was thinking what to buy for dinner. If i cant get it from school, means i'll have to use the extra money for savings to buy dinner. i want to save some money ma. please dont say that i'm kiam siap arr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dunno how arr...suddenly some of my L6 juniors came into the prefects' room. They came in with some boxes of rice. Leftover from the debating club. wahhahaha..still nice and fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea God provides. Yahweh Yireh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-328504362926343001?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/328504362926343001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=328504362926343001&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/328504362926343001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/328504362926343001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-will-provide-answer-is-yes.html' title='God will provide? answer is YES!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4871504216910186051</id><published>2009-10-23T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:10:42.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Daie</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. so sad. 2nd graduation is MBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda emo, and i can't stop my mind from thinking those things that some ppl think are extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i shook Pn Loh Tzu Lee's hand, she said... see you at the top. Two things came across my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To do very well academically and in life.&lt;br /&gt;2. To see her in heaven when we are lifted up on the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, such a wonderful christian teacher telling me that. and that started to trigger that thought in my mind....while we were taking pictures at the terrace, my mind wonders...how many of these ppl will actually meet me in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Droool!!! stop being emo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4871504216910186051?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4871504216910186051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4871504216910186051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4871504216910186051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4871504216910186051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduation-daie.html' title='Graduation Daie'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4641635971207806911</id><published>2009-10-05T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:05:08.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a cooking comeptition among care groups. So happen the night before was mooncake festival. As expected, my grandmother will cook a lot of chunted dishes. The only thing that was imperfect was...i was not at home... so sad huh. Mooncake fest staying alone. Ppl having mooncake, i'm having a piece of roadside stall burger as my dinner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So came Sunday morning. After service, almost everyone started getting busy preparing the food. My sis annoyingly came to me and kept nagging me about this la that la... and i have to go to my mom's car to eat all those whatever dinner that was left for me. Oh shoot.. worst still, my counselor called me thru the mobile phone to tell me to get to the station like.. NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh i was soooo impatient. When i was eating those "stuffs", i just showed my impatience to my mom. She gave in to my bad attitude, but i felt bad after that. Amboi... soooooo guilty! And the day was obviously bad. My counselor and i seldom have the same idea. Aiya.. what to do... keep quiet lo. Just follow what he says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4641635971207806911?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4641635971207806911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4641635971207806911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4641635971207806911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4641635971207806911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-no.html' title='oh no....'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-6778709424098821263</id><published>2009-09-13T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:50:31.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought i was alone, until...</title><content type='html'>after hearing good comments about the movie UP, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; decided to watch it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;... but no one wants to join me. All because of the timing. So no choice la, i went alone after CF last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to sit at the most back row, with an empty seat on my left and 2 empty seats on my right, just to make sure no one sees me cry. The movie was touching ma... really heart-warming, and i really cried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;... only tears rolled down, not wailing, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just before the movie started, a couple sat beside me. i was like... oh no... someone's gonna see me cry like a baby... in my mbs prefect uniform sumore... But what surprised me was, hey the guy is my friend who studies in singapore! 1st met him in YLDP, roommate leh...  so coincident! but i believe it's God's arrangement la. He provided a friend to sort of accompany me to watch that movie. haha. actually he's watching that with his gf la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting part is, everytime he comes back to kl, for sure he'll see me. haha. last time was in puduraya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-6778709424098821263?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6778709424098821263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=6778709424098821263&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/6778709424098821263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/6778709424098821263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-i-was-alone-until.html' title='i thought i was alone, until...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2291117311396666336</id><published>2009-06-27T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:50:34.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah lau...</title><content type='html'>How sweet it was when God answers your prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to meet up with Chia Ching, June, Enoch and Matthew in Mid Valley today. Because of my bio practical, i reached there late. So when i reached the cinema, i doubted whether i should make a call to Chia Ching. So i prayed in my heart that i will meet them in 5 seconds. True enough, when i counted from 5 to 0, someone patted my back. It was Ching! haha. God is so 'geng' rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2291117311396666336?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2291117311396666336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2291117311396666336&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2291117311396666336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2291117311396666336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/wah-lau.html' title='wah lau...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1135044264403470957</id><published>2009-06-14T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:04:29.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for fun</title><content type='html'>1. What is your name : Andrew&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : Apek, Akua, A soh,Ares, AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : Andre&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : Andrea&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : Accountant&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : Apple Red&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : Adidas&lt;br /&gt;8. missing?&lt;br /&gt;9. A food : apple pie&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Ajax fabuloso&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : Alexandria&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late : Aiya... suck chair (traffic jam in canto)&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : Adoi!&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title : Aliens vs Monsters (it's the same as Monsters vs Aliens ma...)&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink : Anything... counterpart of Whatever&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : Avalon&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : ape&lt;br /&gt;18. A road name : Jalan Ara&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : Avanza&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : Amazing grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1135044264403470957?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1135044264403470957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1135044264403470957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1135044264403470957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1135044264403470957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-for-fun.html' title='just for fun'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4385049772722368780</id><published>2009-06-13T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:58:57.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>war</title><content type='html'>the worst battle perhaps is not WW1, WW2 or some big big wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the battle between your body and your soul. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4385049772722368780?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4385049772722368780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4385049772722368780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4385049772722368780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4385049772722368780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/war.html' title='war'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-8868967665827353111</id><published>2009-05-23T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:50:38.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good friend arr? think again</title><content type='html'>i have this very good friend. i hope so. that's what people say when they see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she reads this, im sure she knows that im talking about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were not close since last time. only when f5 is about to end, i started to get close to her. We went to camps, "school" and did almost everything together. in many people's eyes, we are supposed to be good friends. at least my own expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what grieved me.. or rather just mere disappointment, was the fact that we are not good friends. she might have thought that we are but in reality, we are not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell you what happened. in class, i tried my best to motivate her to study, because she's like dying practically in every class. i myself was not doing well, but at the same time, i don't want to see her die in the battle with STPM. therefore, sacrificing my own little time of listening to lectures, i motioned her to be alert and study if she "fishing" on the other side of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just likes to share her romance story and interest with me, which were not really related to me. but when i try to share my own stories or views, i doubt that she listens. and she will try to prove to me that she listened to me by repeating what i said. such hypocrite. maybe i shudn't judge. worse still, sometimes when i try to say something impressive, she will pakat with other frens to ignore me, saying that i was about to tell a lame joke. and this became a cool thing among them. so ouch! but when she says something, everyone is willing to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she already had her group of friends. the 'pig and dog' friends, who do nothing but sleep or talk during class. so hard to get her to sit down with me to have a light conversation. often when i finally got her to sit down with me, she will somehow or rather got attracted by other things. worse still, i will be the subject chosen to be ignored. what kind of friend is this? i tried to advise, but being ignored. nonsense. what to do? she's so popular. everyone loves her. when i offered to pray for her, she will prefer not to do it on the spot, as if im gonna laying hands on her head or shoulder. instead, pray for her later at the time when i will pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just trying to offer what i have to be a good friend to her, yet 99% are in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldn't expect so much from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kind of friend is soooo difficult to love. but yet im supposed to be accountable to her and vice versa. hard la... should i continue to pray for her, encouraged her and give her the best support? I always counsel people with Luke 6:27,28. ....Pray for those who mistreat you. i really don't know what to do. Should i continue to place her in my heart as a burden to pray for her? so much hurt i got from her. which she thought it was ok for me to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading this, i can imagine her reply, saying sorry la.. she didn't intend to la... i think too much la... im too sensitive la... whatever. but im not surprised that she will remain the same, cuz i think she never really take me as a good friend, only taking advantage of me when she needs something, thinking that im her locker or safe. nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-8868967665827353111?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8868967665827353111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=8868967665827353111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8868967665827353111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8868967665827353111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-friend-arr-think-again.html' title='good friend arr? think again'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7743439176784637640</id><published>2009-05-23T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:13:34.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heatwave? lol</title><content type='html'>everyone was complaining that it was very hot this afternoon. heat wave konon... but i didn't feel anything also. i felt alright, just that my face getting more oily. should i bring my cleanser to school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7743439176784637640?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7743439176784637640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7743439176784637640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7743439176784637640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7743439176784637640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/heatwave-lol.html' title='heatwave? lol'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-78001884690188187</id><published>2009-05-10T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:49:21.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye la ~</title><content type='html'>my mentor Ian sudah cabut back to Auckland. The day he left i was at the airport sending him off. I didn't shed my tears la... but after he entered the gate, i started to feel heavy. His mummy was following all the way on top, trying her best to see her son a few more moments before he enters the plane. Was i not doing the same thing? He's not coming back so soon, and the only means of communication is Facebook email. Yor... so sad la wei... and he didn't look back. just went straight to the check in gate. So man, so yeng... yet so... harsh? dunno la. Wanted to pass him some sweets for countering the pressure while taking off, but forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i supposed im the fortunate one among all his JS mentees. Daniel and Enoch met with him only once since he came back for about a month, but i met him 3 times!!! hehe... badminton match, biotech career fair and sendng off. Sending off really sucks cuz i just hate the scene of seeing the ones i love leave... and leaving for another long period of time! Emo now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-78001884690188187?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/78001884690188187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=78001884690188187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/78001884690188187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/78001884690188187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-bye-la.html' title='bye bye la ~'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-6190429617677803809</id><published>2009-04-04T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:28:23.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged again!</title><content type='html'>I'm back. Sorry for the delay in posts. i went to Penang last minute (will tell more later). next up will be about JS. Finally. but it might take some time since i'm buried to death in work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, these are my my first tags to keep you occupied. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tag is by Tim.. dat tomato... nth to do arr... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;001. Real Name:&lt;br /&gt;u dunno? im gonna whatever you! andrew wong wai hon. not andrew hon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s):&lt;br /&gt;hon hon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Age:&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope :&lt;br /&gt;what's that? can eat arr? cheh! i care not what horoscope says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or Female:&lt;br /&gt;Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary:&lt;br /&gt;Tadika Watti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. Primary School:&lt;br /&gt;Chiao Nan. Don't u dare read the other way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. High School:&lt;br /&gt;MBSSKL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. College School:&lt;br /&gt;still MBSSKL. f6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour:&lt;br /&gt;Black but a lil brown under sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or Short:&lt;br /&gt;huh? which part? im not gonna answer untill you tell me which part you are referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet:&lt;br /&gt;Mute. nah... both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans :&lt;br /&gt;Both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera:&lt;br /&gt;Both la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak:&lt;br /&gt;YES! and Fat and Calorie Freak as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke:&lt;br /&gt;sleep and eat is better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone:&lt;br /&gt;i crush on everyone. especially when the place is crowded. what does crush mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink:&lt;br /&gt;+ sleep and play and some studies as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;my heart. just got pierced by sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos:&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to draw tattoos for ppl. x ask for my help in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti- Social:&lt;br /&gt;im uncle-social! not aunty-social!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing:&lt;br /&gt;where got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. First relationship&lt;br /&gt;parents? cuz they brought me to the world wud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend:&lt;br /&gt;kindi fren Felicia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award:&lt;br /&gt;kindi, 4 yrs old 1st in class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss :&lt;br /&gt;my pillow.. wet with my saliva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet:&lt;br /&gt;dogs! still alive.. and horny at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;singapore while im floating in the amniotic fluid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. First Love at first sight :&lt;br /&gt;any type of food that is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;the day i was born.. 19 yrs sgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery:&lt;br /&gt;tada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;033. First sport you joined:&lt;br /&gt;do i look like i sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or That&lt;br /&gt;034. Orange or Apple juice:&lt;br /&gt;i like both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap:&lt;br /&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or Screamo:&lt;br /&gt;country and city! haha... country la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys:&lt;br /&gt;who are they? some gangsters? backstreet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney spears or Christina Aguilera:&lt;br /&gt;others are hotties but both of them are notties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;039. Night or Day:&lt;br /&gt;like both. God separated them wud.. and He saw that i was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon:&lt;br /&gt;is this about mythologies and religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041. TV or Internet:&lt;br /&gt;food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;042. Playstation or xbox:&lt;br /&gt;food again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or hug:&lt;br /&gt;i like hugs. esp ppl i love and love me. kiss leh... dont feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or turtle:&lt;br /&gt;don't like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or bee:&lt;br /&gt;chemistry better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or spring:&lt;br /&gt;i like all 4 seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;047. Limewire or iTunes:&lt;br /&gt;limetunes got arr? or iWire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or baseball:&lt;br /&gt;badminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating:&lt;br /&gt;northwestern wind. sai but fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking:&lt;br /&gt;my saliva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level :&lt;br /&gt;tired a bit. juz came bck from swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. I’m about to:&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;be thou my vision, it's rising up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Plans for today:&lt;br /&gt;trim hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for:&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy Level:&lt;br /&gt;rather low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone:&lt;br /&gt;my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids?:&lt;br /&gt;dunno la. dont even noe will get married anot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married?:&lt;br /&gt;not now.. duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. When?:&lt;br /&gt;dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061. How many kids do you want:&lt;br /&gt;depends whether my future wife and i are baby factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;062. Any name on the mind:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;063. What did you want to be when you were little:&lt;br /&gt;big. now want to be little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;064. Careers in mind:&lt;br /&gt;doctor, car company boss, like hyundai, toyota... teacher and pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;065. Mellow future or wild:&lt;br /&gt;so-so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try:&lt;br /&gt;fast for 41 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. When do you want to die:&lt;br /&gt;when God says i should die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the better in the boy/girl you like (in the future)&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes :&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny?:&lt;br /&gt;both.. hot oso la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller?:&lt;br /&gt;slightly shorter than me. not too short. if not the kids will blame mummy for their height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring?:&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous?:&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms?:&lt;br /&gt;nice arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud?:&lt;br /&gt;sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship?:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant?:&lt;br /&gt;dowan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or normal:&lt;br /&gt;slender. and hot like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger:&lt;br /&gt;don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone:&lt;br /&gt;nopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts:&lt;br /&gt;contacts la! dropped sumwhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home:&lt;br /&gt;dont have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defence:&lt;br /&gt;pen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody:&lt;br /&gt;i think i killed many. i had hatred on many many ppl. considered killed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken some one’s heart:&lt;br /&gt;many times. more than 1/2 was on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken:&lt;br /&gt;many many times lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;087. Cried when someone died:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend:&lt;br /&gt;got lo. x tell arr... the person is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself:&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles:&lt;br /&gt;duh. Miracles of God, not the devil's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;only food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus:&lt;br /&gt;dat's human... duh.. he's everywhere on christmas. boring guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss in the first date :&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels:&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer Truthfully&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;more than 1 actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you’re in life now?&lt;br /&gt;kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tag 5people! If I tagged YOU, it's because I want to know more about YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Were you named after anyone?&lt;br /&gt;dunno? andrew, Jesus' apostle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;YPC. thought of my myf and broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like your handwritting?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favourite lunch meal?&lt;br /&gt;sth with less oil and filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;i have 1/2 kids. not full kids. x understand? haha.. what i mean is gametes la.. hohohohohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If you were another person, would you be friends with you?&lt;br /&gt;no gua... im so lame and not yeng. fat summore. not sporty. a lil inferior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you use sarcasm?&lt;br /&gt;when im super mad at someone and wanna keep my cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still have your tonsils?&lt;br /&gt;huh? wads that?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you bungee jump?&lt;br /&gt;yups...after stpm. maybe stage by stage. try water diving 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favourite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;i like hong kong serial drama. hahhaha... anything la...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;no lo. juz take off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What kind of animal do you want to be if you had the choice?&lt;br /&gt;eagle? bird? anything but not fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favourite ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;vanilla.. i like green oso. green tea or any fruit that is green oso good. i rmb there's a type of chocolate flavoured which is green oso! that's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the first thing you notice about people?&lt;br /&gt;clothing, see whether it's appropriate anot... next is to compare and see whether he/she or i has better body. last is... a bit funny la. i see whether he has more leg hair than me anot... if he's wearing short pants la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Red or Pink?&lt;br /&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your least favourite thing about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;height and weight and pimply face. and my not-talented mind. and not-sporty body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who do you miss the most?&lt;br /&gt;some penang frens, perak frens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you want everyone to complete the list?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;im wearing neither.......side of my shoes... haha... dark blur pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Chocolate or Vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;come thou fount by sara groves&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?&lt;br /&gt;sin chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Favourite smells?&lt;br /&gt;smell of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;forgot... father gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What view do you like best?&lt;br /&gt;aurora.. sunrise and sunset. flowing waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Favourite sports to watch?&lt;br /&gt;my sports house members in a race or jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Eye colour?&lt;br /&gt;dark brown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Favourite Foods?&lt;br /&gt;almost all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Scary movies or happy endings?&lt;br /&gt;thriller...happy endings are also good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Taken. wanted to watch Knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;light blue. pusat bantuan sentul... with rev 21:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Most likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Least likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;no response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Would you rather be a kid or an adult?&lt;br /&gt;adult. i like to be mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What book(s) are you reading now?&lt;br /&gt;bout cs lewis' life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is on your mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;my right hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What did you watch on TV last night?&lt;br /&gt;some hongkie drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Favourite Sound(s)?&lt;br /&gt;flute, celtic, music that soothes the soul and lifts the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Rolling Stones or Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What is the farthest you've been from home?&lt;br /&gt;kedah and penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have a special talent?&lt;br /&gt;dunno.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;kl chinese maternity hospital&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Whose answers are you looking forward to seeing?&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. How did you meet your spouse/significant other?&lt;br /&gt;no lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What is your sign?sign?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.If you could sit down to dine with 5 people who would they be?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, the friends i love, Paul of Tarsus, dr Luke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-6190429617677803809?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6190429617677803809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=6190429617677803809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/6190429617677803809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/6190429617677803809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='tagged again!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4999346453951288445</id><published>2009-03-24T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:19:49.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have no gf!</title><content type='html'>ok this is very true. i don't have to say. you people can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that for the time being, all my love is channeled to my friends around me. i don't feel like getting someone to love because my love is already being used for all my friends, reagardless guys or girls... maybe some enemies.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people.. if one day i suddenly come and give you a big hug, don't salah sangka ya! im only telling you that i really love this God-given friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4999346453951288445?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4999346453951288445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4999346453951288445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4999346453951288445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4999346453951288445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-no-gf.html' title='i have no gf!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-8257568831976700410</id><published>2009-03-01T08:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:10:48.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth pondering...</title><content type='html'>If God is omnipotent, can he make a huge rock that He cannot carry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atheist beautifully put the theories together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If God cannot carry the rock, He is not omnipotent.&lt;br /&gt;2. If God created the rock but still can carry, He's  not fulfilling what the question wants.&lt;br /&gt;3. If God cannot make the rock, He is not omnipotent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, God is not omnipotent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said... do you know how to answer it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates is super duper rich! Can he give money to you? Oh yes he can... But does he do it? No.. Obviously it's sooooo foolish to give money for nothing to people like you (the ones who questions God's omnipotence). So in the same way, it will be very foolish for God to create that stone just to layan people like you. Like asking Bill Gates to pay you a sum of money, it is not that whether God is able or not. It is the matter whether He wants it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you dare to say that God is not omnipotent? He gave His servant me this wisdom to answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-8257568831976700410?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8257568831976700410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=8257568831976700410&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8257568831976700410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8257568831976700410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/worth-pondering.html' title='Worth pondering...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-8355090084336745757</id><published>2009-02-14T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:31:07.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by sin yee</title><content type='html'>Here are the rules and regulations:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. i dowan 2 tag ppl la.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i cannot take too much sugar. vv sleepy one.&lt;br /&gt;2. i like doing things related to money like going to the bank and bla bla... feels like i have power and authority..&lt;br /&gt;3. i just love to eat.&lt;br /&gt;4. im still single!&lt;br /&gt;5. i like friends to be around me at least 15/24 of my day.&lt;br /&gt;6. i used to think that im hot.&lt;br /&gt;8. i love to give ppl gifts.&lt;br /&gt;9. i want to tone my muscles a lil.&lt;br /&gt;10. i wanna eat now...&lt;br /&gt;11. i just ate...&lt;br /&gt;12. i just sneezed after i typed 11.&lt;br /&gt;13. i love telling lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;14. i x like hypocrites. im another 1. so i hate myself?&lt;br /&gt;15. i like playing with my nose deposits after digging my nose. jk la... investigating it mah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-8355090084336745757?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8355090084336745757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=8355090084336745757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8355090084336745757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8355090084336745757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged-by-sin-yee.html' title='tagged by sin yee'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7394732477890385340</id><published>2009-02-05T23:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:52:39.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my cow one (ngau yat)</title><content type='html'>haha.. first of all, thankiu sooooo much to all my friends and family and relatives. All of you played a part in this unexpected fantastic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the pictures and captions do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This gift is given by my CF teachers, Mrs Lim and Pn Khaw. If you do not know Pn Khaw, look at the back of the F2 Maths textbook and find Khaw Phoay Eng. Yup, she was from Confucian but now MBS!!! This gift came in a package. First was this card...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299336722287518802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGq_0hZFI/AAAAAAAAA0I/0qOM2vbrQX4/s400/IMG_5252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this bookmark. See what my name means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsIf2QQMoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/deMi9MzAuV4/s1600-h/IMG_5259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299338729764172418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsIf2QQMoI/AAAAAAAAA0o/deMi9MzAuV4/s400/IMG_5259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299338730234161922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsIf4ATqwI/AAAAAAAAA0w/IXNfRhtX3IE/s400/IMG_5260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299350958338045826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsTnpPdd4I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/x9GhrIp9K2c/s400/IMG_5254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsIftD_9eI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/GeugU86Bf1E/s1600-h/IMG_5257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299338727296857570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsIftD_9eI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/GeugU86Bf1E/s400/IMG_5257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm excellent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299338730314977890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsIf4Tk0mI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Ur16YPc12Xo/s400/IMG_5258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then this lovely book. Reflection/devotional book. Read the Bible in a year kind of book. Not cheap. Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299351827503843330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsUaPIvCAI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/g1JJO5Dbs_Y/s400/IMG_5249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prefect junior gave this to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGq4E0EOI/AAAAAAAAAz4/M18-9QbdAr8/s1600-h/IMG_5247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299336720208367842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGq4E0EOI/AAAAAAAAAz4/M18-9QbdAr8/s400/IMG_5247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier i gave him an angpau with some message. And he did the same thing to me. So&lt;br /&gt;sweet! not swt arr... haha.. His message was... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Senior Andrew: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' and would like to take this opportunity to wish you happiness, healthy and success&lt;br /&gt;in your studies and future undertaking. God bless you and keep it up! up! up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your true friend, sincerely,Woo Chee Yoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299336032457144018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGC2AJNtI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3c_m2Q39D-I/s400/IMG_5237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299336038085454258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGDK-CabI/AAAAAAAAAzg/udGMn1_QDek/s400/IMG_5239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this nice-looking pen. So nice la him. I will love him very much like a biological brother and will shape him into a good prefect de!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canteen uncle also gave me something! wahahhaha... it's honeydew! He gave 2 actually. i ate one and decided to keep this to take the pic. haha. Very sweet lo, and not the old, soggy type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299349917571871890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsSrEFd9JI/AAAAAAAAA1A/m3eN5HhN_Xk/s400/IMG_5262.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299349917155675314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsSrCiPTLI/AAAAAAAAA1I/CI0_YbQMb2I/s400/IMG_5264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some adults gave me angpau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGq8SrTqI/AAAAAAAAAzw/t3KZeDojLV0/s1600-h/IMG_5243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299336721340255906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGq8SrTqI/AAAAAAAAAzw/t3KZeDojLV0/s400/IMG_5243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Popo's angpau... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299342078690912066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsLix-m50I/AAAAAAAAA04/ngdkTg9u9JI/s400/IMG_5261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Daddy's angpau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGC1rbnqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/VjcLHEBj0xs/s1600-h/IMG_5233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299336032370269858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGC1rbnqI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/VjcLHEBj0xs/s400/IMG_5233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUET teacher got me this. Actually the whole class had one each. The reason is my bday, and everyone gets 1. Wow... as if the class has to thank me. Haha. Strange huh? Bday boy didnt open the can, but everyone else in the class finished their drinks. Strange~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till now i have not opened that yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299336035336984914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGDAuwGVI/AAAAAAAAAzo/EyRAeceuMgA/s400/IMG_5241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the date? haha.. my bday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went with Shin Yin to Bank Islam in Plaza Sentral to open the JPA account. i thought the bank staff at the counter which attends to me will wish me bday (thick skin). Mana tahu, none of the staffs realise.. So no one wished me. Haiz so sad. Neway, the staffs are way much polite than Maybank staffs in Taman Equine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you might know that i used to tell people about baking chocolate cheese cake. That's actually. ahem... just be frank.. toilet cake. Comically, my mom, without my knowledge, ordered a CCC-Chocolate Cheese Cake! What the. So funny. My joke hentam me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some views of the cake. i arrange the candles! haha proud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsFvNOdTwI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gS1MLQv_qhs/s1600-h/IMG_5212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299335695093812994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsFvNOdTwI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gS1MLQv_qhs/s400/IMG_5212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsFvIcjDaI/AAAAAAAAAyw/krYiGTiAg3A/s1600-h/IMG_5211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299335693810732450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsFvIcjDaI/AAAAAAAAAyw/krYiGTiAg3A/s400/IMG_5211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsFu1UkePI/AAAAAAAAAyo/T2UQ99DVO8w/s1600-h/IMG_5210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299335688676997362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsFu1UkePI/AAAAAAAAAyo/T2UQ99DVO8w/s400/IMG_5210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsFuhiZ4EI/AAAAAAAAAyg/klP2kMoH6dE/s1600-h/IMG_5209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299335683366314050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsFuhiZ4EI/AAAAAAAAAyg/klP2kMoH6dE/s400/IMG_5209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299335695445913170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsFvOiZ7lI/AAAAAAAAAzA/XYxbif3RH-Q/s400/IMG_5227.JPG" border="0" /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at the layer of choco cheese~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299336031552257602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGCyoZvkI/AAAAAAAAAzI/a3cEmmbL4II/s400/IMG_5230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh~ the molten chocolate on top~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i discovered this: Many people are having the same bday as me. they are...Hilda, my junior's father, Mr Tham in 1st KL BB, Zhang Min and Kar Heng. Wah not bad eh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And before i left school, there's a prefect girl from SBU called Elaine suddenly came and wished me bday. i was like... wah.. so shocked! Elaine came for worship practice for CF Convention and to get some name tags from Adeline. But strange huh... im not very close to her, and do not really know her, yet she wished me. She said she saw my bday notice in Facebook. Wah... she knows me? im not very popular wor... but..not bad hor her memory..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maxis gave me free Voice Calls to Maxis lines! i manage to call Shaun, Chia Ching, William, Daniel and had some long chat.. haha not bad hor... &lt;/p&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/17132606-7394732477890385340?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7394732477890385340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7394732477890385340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7394732477890385340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7394732477890385340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-cow-one-ngau-yat.html' title='my cow one (ngau yat)'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYsGq_0hZFI/AAAAAAAAA0I/0qOM2vbrQX4/s72-c/IMG_5252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2127932956873022737</id><published>2009-02-02T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:45:48.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wakakakakakaka</title><content type='html'>i was kacau-ing the &lt;a href="http://www.jeremiahschool2009.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeremiah School 2009 blog&lt;/a&gt;. After putting the comment, this came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYXWc2ON34I/AAAAAAAAAyY/KwFoD1Ywn4k/s1600-h/IMG_5206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297876327751081858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYXWc2ON34I/AAAAAAAAAyY/KwFoD1Ywn4k/s400/IMG_5206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So FARNIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, this is how Daniel Tong calls me.. He doesn't call me &lt;em&gt;n-dru&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;em&gt;n-jiew&lt;/em&gt;... hahahhahahaaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2127932956873022737?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2127932956873022737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2127932956873022737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2127932956873022737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2127932956873022737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/wakakakakakaka.html' title='wakakakakakaka'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SYXWc2ON34I/AAAAAAAAAyY/KwFoD1Ywn4k/s72-c/IMG_5206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4670356495050208407</id><published>2009-01-26T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:51:20.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost got killed part 2</title><content type='html'>ok i know not many ppl visit my blog and i can safely say that u guys are not very anxious bout what happened to me yesterday, or the eve of CNY. Nvm, i'm gonna tell anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was travelling all by myself home from church. After KTM, i took a bus near the Serdang KTM station. Rapid KL T432. I was sitting on the left side. As the bus was reaching Taman Universiti Indah, suddenly my side tilted down. i thought the bus hit the pavement-divider. Oh my, that is so normal... But chiak lat lor... i saw with my own eyes the back left tyre rolling out to the front. Then in front there's a tyre golek-king out also. Immediately i knew something was wrong. Duh... everyone in the bus knows what's wrong. Everyone mah started saying, "Turun, turun..." Maybe too much drama la. i kept on having the feeling that the bus will explode.. Though i don't have the fear la. i shall tell u later why i didn't feel scared when almost everyone was heywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went down the bus and decided to walk towards the back and see the tyre area. Wah liau... got burnt tyre smell. Not as strong as the one when u come down from Genting. The tyre ream was damaged as if there was sth exploded there. The force of the bus ream colliding with the cabuted tyre must be so strong that the 'explosion' occured. Some minor damage as well. The road had a few metres scratch mark, but was filled soon. So too bad lo. Paid RM 1 for the bus fare but halfway back home only. Even the Metrobus that came soon after that just stopped a while and then pass by. Perhaps they were jeering at their rival company. Oh yea. A blue Kelisa was "kissed on the butt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now im still one piece, no holes around. Thank God. Shaun, my good friend from Penang replied my SMS, asking me to think of the what if's questions. Well, i thought of it also. You see, the bus had to go up a narrow bridge from the KTM station to South City Plaza first, before heading to my place. If the tyres were to come out then, i would be dead now. If the bus was speeding on the same place and the tyres came out, though that area is considered safe, but i would be dead also, cuz chances are that the bus will fall on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really thank God for His grace and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i mentioned above, i didn't really feel scared when i saw the tyre rolling out. Partially it's because i know God's will for my life. A lil sermon here.. haha... since years back i knew God wanted sth great for my life, so i wont be dead so soon. Even in trains, buses... i have this mindset, that i all passengers will not face accident because im in the train. Well, just a thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4670356495050208407?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4670356495050208407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4670356495050208407&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4670356495050208407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4670356495050208407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-almost-got-killed-part-2.html' title='i almost got killed part 2'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3014537194566930018</id><published>2009-01-25T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:11:55.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost got killed</title><content type='html'>serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im a lil exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a bit lazy to type... will tell u all later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3014537194566930018?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3014537194566930018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3014537194566930018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3014537194566930018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3014537194566930018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-almost-got-killed.html' title='i almost got killed'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3482568567680882868</id><published>2009-01-21T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:54:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jhathuh chinthah</title><content type='html'>i guess i fell in love... with... &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;bluff u oni la... im not gonna tell u the person!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(highlight the blank space)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait wait wait...&lt;br /&gt;it's so wrong to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;it's so wrong to fall in love now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HON HON!!! wake up wake up! it's STPM year! Don't give your heart to anyone else except Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3482568567680882868?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3482568567680882868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3482568567680882868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3482568567680882868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3482568567680882868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/jhathuh-chinthah.html' title='jhathuh chinthah'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-5595964278333558394</id><published>2009-01-13T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:34:24.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ping planggggg!!! Ziakk!! Rip!!! Kaa Booommm!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been into a situation when all hopes are high, the confidence are all yours and all of a sudden, you fell down so hard that all dreams and hopes are shattered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately im experiencing that now. Like what i said in my previous post, i felt sooooooo close to God and i sort of know His promises for me. I thought He'll help me through my studies and i'll be able to study and learn things very well and of course, the 5A's in STPM. But then hor... all these were ripped instantly. No joke. I felt im not gonna get that 5A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today only mar.... i can't learn much. Practically i learnt nothing. The capacity of learning shut just like that. Though in my blurness, i did caught up some bits and pieces. That's it. And i felt i disappointed many, many people who were praying hard for me, who love me so much that they choose to spend time on worthless people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've failed God. How would i answer Him if he were to question me on the spot about how am i handling my life? God is good all the time. But how come the joy in Him just disappeared? Is he telling me that the joy of the Lord is my strength? True i guess. I felt mentally tired and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought God had delivered me from the deep pit, and i remembered that pit doesn't tempt and stumble me anymore. But why now i seem to be turning back to it? i didn't intend that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this time i need a deliverance. a real deliverance. but when i rethink, i started doubting again. Could this be God's will, or simply my misinterpretation in my thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be effective. i want to study and be 'addicted' to it. i want to score. i want to be a good testimony to others. i want to please God. i want to be wise and cool when handle difficult problems. i want my strength to come continuously. since God had placed me in various important posts in school rather than a normal commoner, i want to utilise all my spiritual gifts and talents to be good in all things. God help me please. Draw me close to You once again. Do not let go of me. My life just can't go on without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-5595964278333558394?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5595964278333558394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=5595964278333558394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5595964278333558394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5595964278333558394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/ping-planggggg-ziakk-rip-kaa-booommm.html' title='Ping planggggg!!! Ziakk!! Rip!!! Kaa Booommm!!!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-8038576357328864388</id><published>2009-01-11T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:43:36.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a split of a second...</title><content type='html'>Have you tried being very very very close to God in a camp, but backslide IMMEDIATELY when you return home? Ironically comical, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in this &lt;a href="http://bersatunite12.blogspot.com/"&gt;bersatUnite&lt;/a&gt; concert in KL Wesley. On my way there, i still remember the joy i had. Even while helping out, giving my sweat doing all the hard preparation jobs, i have no complaints except some pains. Nevertheless, the joy remained in me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 1/2 way during the concert, i dunno why on earth la... suddenly the closeness and love for God hilang just like that. What? How can? But it's a fact. i suddenly lost all the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after cleaning up the place for Sunday worship, Daniel my bro, Klang Wesley's Roy, Tevin, Ryan, Jonathan and i went out to McD. And until we went back to our room in Menara Wesley, i don't think i regain my joy. Yerrrr..... why arr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst still this morning. While i was still licking my wounds, i was asked to do BM translation. What the...... i was sooooo blur. And i didn't manage to translate the whole sermon. So many words i dunno. Speaking on the spot in BM in the mini microphone is a real torture. Haiz... now oso i think i still havn't regain my joy and love for God. so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-8038576357328864388?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8038576357328864388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=8038576357328864388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8038576357328864388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8038576357328864388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-split-of-second.html' title='in a split of a second...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7601734381453016997</id><published>2009-01-08T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:32:10.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God for my teachers!</title><content type='html'>Ok... she's coming... should i just leave for my duty...? Oops! That's it. My chatting partner just wished her 'good morning', and i'm pulled in together in the swirl.... nooooooooooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.. fine la... she's not that scary after all. She's my chemistry teacher by the way, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she discussed with us about studies. Yea.. i know i don't do very well. But thank God! i finally got a chance to tell her my problems. You see, as a prefect, i have to go out immediately from classroom to my duty post, without a chance to ask questions about chemistry. But Pn Chan is kind. She is willing to help. She said that i can even SMS her the questions and if she's available, she'll call me back. Wow... such a wonderful teacher! I will work hard for STPM de! =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Bio class. To my surprise, the school changed our beloved Pn Aida... boohoo.... Now we've got Pn Majinah. Still, thank God! Her introductory class gave me very, very much hope for my Bio! Now i can say that i have no regrets taking F6. Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys and gals, appreciate your teachers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7601734381453016997?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7601734381453016997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7601734381453016997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7601734381453016997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7601734381453016997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-god-for-my-teachers.html' title='thank God for my teachers!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-110881489636444409</id><published>2008-12-25T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:18:15.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Availability vs Ability</title><content type='html'>Blesses Christmas to all! Reflect on the true meaning of Christmas and may you find great joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Christmas day... Woohoo! But today's service was a lil... i dunno how to say. Messy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened and beholded me to think again.. Availability or Ability? Well, let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship session for today was in charged by GOSPEL team, worship led by my youth counselor Uncle Chie. Perhaps he's a little nervous. He can't seem to catch up with the tempo. The worship team was patiently telling him when to start singing and bla bla... but through their facial expression, i can see that some of them slowly lose their patience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now worship time... Uncle Chie still can't sing very well. There were parts where he sang so softly that many will definitely think that he doesn't know how to sing. Then pastor with his portable microphone sang loudly. i can sense his frust in his voice. wah... the worship was a lil... i don't wanna comment la. i still love my counselor, though... gambateh Uncle Chie!!! Show the power of your Foochow blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing i wanna highlight is about YLDP. Prior to this camp, Rekha my youth president told me that James Ong, the national MYF president asked for a worship team from Sentul. Those talented ones didn't want to go. And those who went are either not very talented in music or no talent at all, like me. But i thought of this interesting statement: &lt;strong&gt;God wants your availability, not your ability&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, well, well.. i contacted them to avail myself to help out in anything. If i need training, i'll go for it. Even if it's some unimportant tasks, i'm ok with it, since they asked us ady ma. The answer was: &lt;strong&gt;It's ok. We can have someone else&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah you see... these 2 incidents prove that ability is still important. if you don't have talents, chances are that you might not be taken. So it's good la.. itz a bonus to have talent. I trust God will enable us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for those who has talents but not using them to glorify God, they have to think of an asnwer for that Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-110881489636444409?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/110881489636444409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=110881489636444409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/110881489636444409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/110881489636444409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/availability-vs-ability.html' title='Availability vs Ability'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3114663562293116508</id><published>2008-12-24T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:30:18.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women who provided to meet Jesus' needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke 8:1-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time later Jesus traveled through towns and villages, preaching the Good News about the Kingdom of God. The twelve disciples went with him, and so did some women who had been healed of evil spirits &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and diseases&lt;/span&gt;: Mary (who was called Magdalene), from whom seven demons had been driven out; Joanna, whose husband Chuza was an officer in Herod's court; and Susanna, and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many other women who used their own resources to help Jesus and his disciples&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was this lady in my church la... she shared her testimony with me one Sunday evening after YLDP. She told me about her past when she was filthy rich, tens of thousands wasn't a problem.. yada yada yada... and until her money was cheated by the husband and bumped into the spiritual realms eventually. and of course.. her deliverance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, after service, she opened a stall outside the sanctuary to sell her products from a Christian bookshop. Well, she wasn't selling books but bible covers and a kind of special pillow for book, laptops etc etc. for comfort while reading or using laptop. It costs RM75. Earlier during church carnival, it was RM40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then dunno y la... she suddenly whisper to me that she's giving that to me as a gift... whaow!!! chun leh! perhaps she felt encouraged when she see me, so she give that to me..? i shud say that i felt more encouraged when i listened to her testimony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying i'm like Jesus la.. but this lady's attitude reminds me of the women who use their own resources for Jesus' and his disciples. They have the gift of giving... So do this lady. Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3114663562293116508?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3114663562293116508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3114663562293116508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3114663562293116508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3114663562293116508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/women-who-provided-to-meet-jesus-needs.html' title='Women who provided to meet Jesus&apos; needs'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-5815751047396853547</id><published>2008-12-07T19:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T02:15:00.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Communion</title><content type='html'>today my church got Holy Communion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277009776220403634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/STu0bsPhd7I/AAAAAAAAAx0/68kH4kybRpA/s400/556826548_e9d457d680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277010323573906770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/STu07jSxHVI/AAAAAAAAAyM/oNuA-v-uvX8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual la... normally HC time i sure emo 1. most of the time. Esp when the sound system is playing all those emo hymns.. haha. if im not a tough guy, i would have been crying every HC. No joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this reminded me of the 2nd week of this year when the Jeremiah School 2008 visited &lt;a href="http://lifexwire.blogspot.com/"&gt;LMC Puchong&lt;/a&gt;. This is their logo and the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277009776352593346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/STu0bsvChcI/AAAAAAAAAx8/AE_pf9S6LcM/s400/CA2EZ7LH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277010148353578642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/STu0xWi_FpI/AAAAAAAAAyE/P09UfryoOdc/s400/DSC00235%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey that's Doreen and James! Behind is Vivian and Michele! Darynn also! Got this pic from google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K la.. so we go back to where we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was the 2nd weekend of JS and all Js-ers are supposed to spend the weekend in one of the Methodist Church listed. So far i was high-spirited all the time since JS had begun. Everyone can see that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on that Sunday, LMCP was having their HC during their service. After taking the communion, i just felt very bad la... i was thinking to myself that im such a bad and unworthy person, how can i take the communion?.. Just before this we had to read the prayer.. the "Merciful God, we have not love you with our whole heart..." that one. And when The sentence "In Jesus name, you are forgiven" is read, walau.. my heart was so stirred. So after taking the communion, i sat a while. Really cannot tahan my emotions liao, and i rushed to the toilet and wept... i tell you which toilet arr... haha. When you go into the Sanctuary, u'll see a door on the left corner ma.. U walk in, it is the pantry. turn right and u'll see two toilets. I'm emo-ed in the left one!!! haha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After service, JS-ers were all busy fellowshipping with one another and youths in LMC. I mah sat beside continue emo-ing and i rmb Austin was napping.. haha caught u! Many of my 1 week+ friends started realising it and asked me what happened. All oso realised that i was so high-spirited in the morning and suddenly quiet down so fast. i din tell many what happened la... juz said tired.. sowee JS-ers... i kinda lied to u all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say they can sense God's presence in corporate prayer, big big noisy concerts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for me.. in silent and solitude and sometimes... when im alone...&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/17132606-5815751047396853547?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5815751047396853547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=5815751047396853547&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5815751047396853547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5815751047396853547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-communion.html' title='Holy Communion'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/STu0bsPhd7I/AAAAAAAAAx0/68kH4kybRpA/s72-c/556826548_e9d457d680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7707846753448096754</id><published>2008-11-25T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:14:46.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur case hon hon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heheh&lt;/span&gt;! Last Sunday i was super blur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally after church announcements, it will be children ministry time. It was during announcement that i opened my bulletin and saw...Children Ministry-Team Paul. Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;itz&lt;/span&gt; my team! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;... but wait... i didn't prepare a thing! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Noooo&lt;/span&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately i remembered that currently children ministry now is doing a series of lessons about the tongue. So without any of the Bible references which i always had, i just went out and speak. I asked the kiddies whether they had said any good things about their friends and family or not.. Then the "me" was back... my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perasan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. i asked them whether they have anything good to say about me... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... i heard from the congregation "hot".. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; it was Wen Dee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after that some uncles came to me and said i did well and had the gift of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;impromptu&lt;/span&gt;, since i told them i didn't prepare. Dunno whether they are flattering me or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really have to thank God for this... if not i would have been in deep trouble... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;... God please forgive me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7707846753448096754?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7707846753448096754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7707846753448096754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7707846753448096754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7707846753448096754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/blur-case-hon-hon.html' title='Blur case hon hon'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3103066053579602581</id><published>2008-11-15T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:48:39.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by Kieran da... da wad arr... wadeva la...</title><content type='html'>1. What is the relationship of you with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Senior-junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards her?&lt;br /&gt;1. Talkative&lt;br /&gt;2. Loud&lt;br /&gt;3. Cute (citation needed)... lol&lt;br /&gt;4. Tall?????? a bit la...&lt;br /&gt;5. Not serious when on duty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;recite Prefect's Oath in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If she/he becomes your lover, you will..&lt;br /&gt;Choi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If she/he becomes your enemy, you will..&lt;br /&gt;Still love him. Love your enemies... Luke 6:27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she becomes your lover, she has to improve on..&lt;br /&gt;No way no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If she becomes your enemy, the reason(s) is/are..&lt;br /&gt;He yeong sui? no la no la... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do for her is?&lt;br /&gt;Make him a better prefect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The overall impression of her is..&lt;br /&gt;i see him i turn away... lol... he's still cute la... later dunno how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;A lame guy... with a little HOTNESS, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The character for you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;macho? i dunno la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus? Paul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them.&lt;br /&gt;erm... haha.. u want chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;1 Wen Dee&lt;br /&gt;2 Enwei&lt;br /&gt;3 Addison H20&lt;br /&gt;4 Shaun&lt;br /&gt;5 Chia Ching&lt;br /&gt;6 Daniel&lt;br /&gt;7 Enoch&lt;br /&gt;8 Benny&lt;br /&gt;9. Joanna&lt;br /&gt;10. Shin Yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Her PC.. it think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 3 a male of a female?&lt;br /&gt;dunno... some "girl" claimed that 3  is "her" gf... and the "girl" is 3's bf... complicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If number 7 and 4 were together would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... together as friends ma... u think wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about number 5 and 8?&lt;br /&gt;They dunno each other la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is number 1 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Matrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about 6?&lt;br /&gt;My bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;br /&gt;School, msn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3103066053579602581?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3103066053579602581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3103066053579602581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3103066053579602581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3103066053579602581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-kieran-da-da-wad-arr-wadeva.html' title='tagged by Kieran da... da wad arr... wadeva la...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2283452531248392235</id><published>2008-11-10T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:34:04.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiyor...</title><content type='html'>it was already kind of long ago, but i still feel that unhappiness deep in my heart. Often i'll recall this incident and made me feel bitter. Still 耿 耿 于 怀  lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should stop thinking this. It sounds selfish. But i really have the "what the!" feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefects's election was weeks ago. A friday. And this was a real surprising one. All these while since returning for F6, i'm already aiming for the post Vice-captain 2 as allocated for a F6 male prefect. i tried my best in everything and making sure my initial to be up on the formal board as less frequent as possible. well, that is to record prefects who are late, failed to do their cleaning duties and the fines. Seriously, my name seldom went up. The times when it was up was only because i forgot to sign in my name. That's all. I was never late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all these "resumes", i thought i'm getting nearer and nearer to that post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the flatters... so many of my juniors kept telling me that they are gonna vote for me la... future VC2 la... all these... But on election day, everything became so different. I didn't get voted. Hippocrites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all was Mr Wong's speech. He said that he "strongly recommend" Allan to be the Vice Captain. Many past leaders were actually overlooked, according to Mr Wong. Well, the result is... Kar Wee got the post as VC while Allan got VC2. and VC2 is supposed to be a F6 prefect. Allan is in F4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine. 1 more potential post for F6 male prefects is the Assistant Treasurer. I fought every chance to get to be nominated. Yea i got nominated finally, but Weixing got voted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i don't feel nice la... Let's see again Mr Wong's speech. He said many leaders were overlooked. And he said Allan can be one. But you see, he only saw Allan stood out a lot. And if i were to argue, i would have said he overlooked me! Also, the Constitution is the thing that we prefects held up high. But Yee Seng the outgoing Captain did not even discuss the matter with the whole Board and just open the nomination of VC2 for F4 prefects as well. Obviously not fair mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to Pn Khaw, my prefects teacher advisor and also my Christian Fellowship teacher to talked about this. She said i can't appeal to change it because it is like giving a slap to the Mr Wong and the whole Board since he is the one voted by them. OK lor... i'm okay with that decision. it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about Asst. Treasurer. I heard from one of the people who counted the ballots that Weixing has the same number of votes as i. And why is he selected but not me? Interesting answer... Weixing has no fire already.. so by giving him this post, he can be fired up. As for me... i have to concentrate in my studies. HELLO! does this make sense at all?! if concentrating in studies is a reason, they might as well not elect Joanna to be the Head Girl. Tell any of the F4 prefects to wear a skirt and get the Girl's room key la! i i think this is utter nonsense. i mean this is my opinion... im not scolding anyone. Any of the former prefects who knows this will have the same opinion as i, this im very sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to get a post, i can be sort of an advisor because i have experience me. And if they dare to say to be an advisor, i don't have to be an EXCO, i would have replied that Allan does not need to be an EXCO to show his leadership qualities. It's not a fair statement for Allan obviously... but think la... will it be fair for Addison and i? and guess what? many of the EXCOs have their initials on the formal board. you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since they are already elected, i can't be shooting them or forcing them to step down. Have to cooperate with them lor... what to do? God placed them there. I must have faith that God has His plan for the Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope all EXCOs can work well together with good attitudes. I still love them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully God will deliver me from this bitterness. Even with this bitter feeling, i will still perform my duties as efficient as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound foolish to post this up. But if it is wrong to express my feelings in a mild way, i have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2283452531248392235?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2283452531248392235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2283452531248392235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2283452531248392235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2283452531248392235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/aiyor.html' title='aiyor...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-6258638415875273821</id><published>2008-11-08T10:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:45:58.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep's tag</title><content type='html'>This Shaun arr... tag me but didn't leave a msg in my chatbox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:Bold the statements that are true to you.Italicize the statements that you wish were true.Leave the fibs alone.Then, poke 5 people to do the same test.--------------------------------------------------- which i don't care... i leave comments behind the sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m 170cm tall&lt;/span&gt;.... where got... 169.9 gua... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don’t know what I want at the moment.&lt;/span&gt; quite impossible... i want food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m not happy.&lt;/span&gt; maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate my friends. &lt;/span&gt;No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate my life&lt;/span&gt;... err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate my grades.&lt;/span&gt;agree! i failed in maths and chemistry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He drives&lt;/span&gt;. Who is "he"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m bored of driving&lt;/span&gt;... Please la.. i can't even drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a white handbag&lt;/span&gt;... gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love dancing&lt;/span&gt;... not really... it shows my flabiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I go clubbing every week&lt;/span&gt;. No money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shopping is bullshit.&lt;/span&gt; yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a tattoo of a star&lt;/span&gt;... never like tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I got my navel pierced&lt;/span&gt;...don't like pierceing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have friends that take drugs&lt;/span&gt;.... don't know dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;90% of my friends smoke&lt;/span&gt;... no lar...&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; still hang out with my ex, even though our break up was rather nasty&lt;/span&gt;. oh please... i don't even have an ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m studying Fashion&lt;/span&gt;. No way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a business running&lt;/span&gt;... yea.. toilet business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate cartoons&lt;/span&gt;. some la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate someone&lt;/span&gt;... do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have 10 Guess handbags&lt;/span&gt;.... pasar malam ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I buy CLEO every month&lt;/span&gt;... CLEO is what? can eat one arr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My parents don’t know about my blog&lt;/span&gt;... yea!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have an iPod&lt;/span&gt;.... x have la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don’t have faith in the current “one”.&lt;/span&gt;don't have any"one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My school mates know about my blog&lt;/span&gt;. Yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wanted to be a fashion designer&lt;/span&gt;. Over my dead body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love rock emo bands&lt;/span&gt;.Over their dead bodies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups&lt;/span&gt;....anor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m a rebel&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m starting to like wearing dresses&lt;/span&gt;.... im not a transvestite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don’t believe in love&lt;/span&gt;.... You don't? i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;High school's filled with drama&lt;/span&gt;... yea somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My parents have faith in me&lt;/span&gt;... not so sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’ve bought shoes this month&lt;/span&gt;.... no la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A blogger bitched about me before&lt;/span&gt;.... err... bithced...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate sports&lt;/span&gt;.... a big YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I heart Italian food&lt;/span&gt;.... not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate meeting new people&lt;/span&gt;.... no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate nail polish&lt;/span&gt;.... x like the smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The mother bear gives me hugs&lt;/span&gt;... never dreamt about that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;People should start appreciating me&lt;/span&gt;.... yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;High school was the worst time of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.... yeaka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;have red hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.... dream on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One Utama is my second home&lt;/span&gt;.... that's the last place i wanna go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m a guy&lt;/span&gt;.... duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m scared of my Biology exam&lt;/span&gt;.... a bit ler... Bio only la... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fail mah fail lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate vacations.&lt;/span&gt; dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We’ll last&lt;/span&gt;.... i prefer to be the first... lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I believe in long distance relationships&lt;/span&gt;... yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m going to get high and smoke weed one day soon&lt;/span&gt;. nice meh? i prefer food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’ve robbed an old lady&lt;/span&gt;. i'm not that cruel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m starting to like applying make-up&lt;/span&gt;. on my pimples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was a tomboy&lt;/span&gt;.... im am boy but my name is not Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;At times I think I still am a tomboy&lt;/span&gt;.... have i not answered u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love bitching about people behind their backs&lt;/span&gt;.... im a guy, therefore i cannot be a bitch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I still have a best friend&lt;/span&gt;.  many...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a cat&lt;/span&gt;... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate surprise parties&lt;/span&gt;.... i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate planning parties&lt;/span&gt;.... yea... boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m hot. &lt;/strong&gt;no doubts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m a sinner&lt;/span&gt;. yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’ve got a DS/DS light&lt;/span&gt;.Wads dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a Wii&lt;/span&gt;....zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can live without music&lt;/span&gt;.... no way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Video games are a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;....agree... *Addison read this please...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss the father bear&lt;/span&gt;.... i dont have bears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love being in love.&lt;/span&gt;yea... huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know how to cook&lt;/span&gt;.yea... cuz i love to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have 100% freedom&lt;/span&gt;... 70++ % onli la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Boys are assholes.... u wanna get a slap izit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate Math&lt;/span&gt;... must make myself to love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love horror films&lt;/span&gt;... yea... esp the disaster type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m happy with what I have&lt;/span&gt;... a bit more la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid&lt;/span&gt;.. no comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My old friends keep in touch with me&lt;/span&gt;....some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don’t read newspapers&lt;/span&gt;... got la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The news is such a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;.... that's why i blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Blogging is a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;... that's why i wasted plenty of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate animals&lt;/span&gt;.... no ler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can’t live without make-up&lt;/span&gt;... should change to... i can't live with make-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I curse like a pirate&lt;/span&gt;.... a pirate's boss... to be accurate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m happy with my 11 year old car&lt;/span&gt;... come on, i dont even have a license..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I hate people that are smart&lt;/span&gt;... esp those who doesn't want to obey the rules...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love Apple Juice&lt;/span&gt;.yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can’t drink for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;  ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity&lt;/span&gt;.... har no la... im sure got some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’ve got a new phone&lt;/span&gt;.... no ler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.... no way la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love swimming&lt;/span&gt;.... i guess i can only float...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I haven’t worked out since March&lt;/span&gt;... never work out before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think I’m fat&lt;/span&gt;.... kind of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I love my friends and family&lt;/span&gt;...duh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-6258638415875273821?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6258638415875273821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=6258638415875273821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/6258638415875273821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/6258638415875273821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/sheeps-tag.html' title='Sheep&apos;s tag'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-8557612993088506260</id><published>2008-11-04T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:03:03.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thou shall not kill... but i killed!!!</title><content type='html'>Today at 2pm, L6K bio students are supposed 2 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la.. haha... technically yeala... we killed. But it was grasshoppers and flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st, i killed the fly with chloroform. So sad weh... i just caught it with Janice yesterday after Physics tuition near the wet market in Chee Cheong Kai. So many people in Petaling Street saw us with curious eyes. Later i found out that i had a little feeling for this poor friend.. but have to kill... so sad. Ok... i moist some cotton with chloroform and stuffed into the container. The fly didn't die immediately la. Then dunno how, it flew to the chloroform drop on the bottom of the cup and died instantly... din even wave goodbye 2 me... boohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grasshopper lagi cham la i tell u. Killing it was already an agony for me. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz it died so slowly! WASTE MY TIME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kee siao! no la... cuz there were 2 grassies inside, and i have to kill both, even i needed only 1. the chroloform cotton fell in and the 2 of them jumped up sticking 2 da top of the container. both ady foaming in their mouth!!! yeeee.... the "foam" is not really foam la... it's only some dark brown liquid oozing out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their eyes... i saw them pleading... pleading me 2 release them. haiz... so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do? it's either they die or i die. it's a bio practical... compulsory 1 lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway i didn't feel geli while taking the organs out... i did it as if im a pro or sth... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-8557612993088506260?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8557612993088506260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=8557612993088506260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8557612993088506260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8557612993088506260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/thou-shall-not-kill-but-i-killed.html' title='thou shall not kill... but i killed!!!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1006337949659184700</id><published>2008-10-24T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:15:35.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is class party day in MBS! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L6K did a steamboat. It's very special cuz normally we don't do that ma. Better still, we did it in Physics lab. Muahahahhaha... we had a real fun time! But the worse thing is that even many from other classes came and sort of 'stole' our food, we have plenty left. But my veggies for popiah wasn't enough. Then dunno who la so smart... told me to stuff in the steamboat fishballs, fu chuk and what not. i tried it and took the risk of letting those late coming teachers and seniors to have them. I can't imagine the taste and texture.... hah. Nevertheless, my secret sauce won some praises. One of them was Kakak Khadijah, the lab assistant. She said the sauce was nice and thought it was Thousand Island. Well, i replied, "Bukan Thousand Island, tapi lebih..." With evil grin, i also said, "Kalau kakak nak, saya boleh jual..." Wakakakkakakakakkakkakaa!!! $$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sharing about love with some classmates, i proceeded to CF. Games + farewell. Zhuang Xiao sobbed when she expressed her feelings. Don't cry... Xiao Xiao... And then, suddenly this feeling came. Actually it came even before CF. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can feel that i love my class very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i just feel like giving all of them one by one a big hug and tell them how much i love them. Serious! Thay are the ones i enjoyed being with since school started. Owh............. now i started missing them... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So L6K, remember. i will still love you all very, very much no matter what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1006337949659184700?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1006337949659184700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1006337949659184700&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1006337949659184700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1006337949659184700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-class-party-day-in-mbs-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3343529289985906700</id><published>2008-10-22T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:38:03.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nixon's dream</title><content type='html'>Nixon told me this today. He's a F4 prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had this dream on Tuesday morning. He said someone was praying for a person in the school field for exams. When others saw that, they followed. It sounds so contagious! WOW! Praise GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply was... Nixon, do fast and pray about that.... but Nixon was a lil reluctant to fast la... nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book of Joel and Acts 2 had this prophecy. "... Your young men will see visions, and old man dream dreams..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon, you are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OLD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;haha! jk la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3343529289985906700?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3343529289985906700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3343529289985906700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3343529289985906700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3343529289985906700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/nixons-dream.html' title='Nixon&apos;s dream'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-110291301741733066</id><published>2008-10-13T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:26:00.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is patient love is kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SPM9F_i7iYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/uKuzHBRovDA/s1600-h/MM_cover_jpns_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256612363238082946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SPM9F_i7iYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/uKuzHBRovDA/s400/MM_cover_jpns_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last time this came out and became a hit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SPM9F-GdcsI/AAAAAAAAAls/X1m1ni8klzw/s1600-h/MMet_cover_jpns_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256612362850235074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SPM9F-GdcsI/AAAAAAAAAls/X1m1ni8klzw/s400/MMet_cover_jpns_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then this came out recently...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SPM9GIkHKVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/VuytlLFsorE/s1600-h/MUTINY_cover_english.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256612365658958162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SPM9GIkHKVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/VuytlLFsorE/s400/MUTINY_cover_english.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't wait to get this!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last Saturday a staff from Glad Sounds Kotaraya called me. She said the book which i longed for had finally arrived! Wooyea! =&gt; It was Metamorphosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time Bernard gave me his extra copy of Messiah. From then on, i wanted to collect all five books in this series. After all, they are not a bad choice of comics. This is the first time i read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;manga&lt;/span&gt; comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i went to Glad Sounds to get this Metamorphosis. i only flipped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt;... When i reach Paul's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;epitles&lt;/span&gt;, the illustrations really made my heart warm, just like the first time i read Messiah. For a few times in the bus i felt like pouring my tears but... guy ma... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;takkan&lt;/span&gt; i wanna cry in front of so many people. One of the things that touched me was the letter to the Corinthians. love is patient, love is kind... is familiar to me, but this is the first time it meant so much to me! the illustration was just a flower which does not envy of other flowers and are able to console a loser. How i wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; like that flower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this book, Paul was illustrated into a very '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yeng&lt;/span&gt;' guy... seriously... very very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yeng&lt;/span&gt;!... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... there was a prophecy that says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be like Paul. Che &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read about the releasing of Mutiny in Japanese. So my most probable target will be that when the English one is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-110291301741733066?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/110291301741733066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=110291301741733066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/110291301741733066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/110291301741733066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-is-patient-love-is-kind.html' title='love is patient love is kind'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SPM9F_i7iYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/uKuzHBRovDA/s72-c/MM_cover_jpns_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4113782496172636980</id><published>2008-10-09T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:00:43.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get to know me more!</title><content type='html'>You wanna know me more? be patient while reading because this is a 100 question tag, by Weng Chung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eating a lot...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my hp siao 1. sending msg halfway then off &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;itself&lt;/span&gt;. maybe i should use it to throw at dogs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doing maths T paper 1 and was enjoying it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;merdeka day... about 0015. i was weeping over my disobedience just after a pastor prophecied that i'll be someone like Paul of Tarsus. How am i gonna be like that smart guy when i screwed up my exam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not at all! i rather believe in God who will and is already giving me blessings!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;food? not really. i want someone who loves me and i love to hug me or let me hug... desperate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i walk under the rain without shelter... cuz it styles my hair. ppl said i look sexy when im wet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s your favourite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a person, maybe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bottomless... jk la... shorts that reveals my leg hair...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What’s the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't think of one...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh please... never.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama Mia! wah damn nice lo! watch with JS-ers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the fact that i'm SAVED and i'm a child of God!!! woohoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest message in your inbox says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friendster's messages... don't wanna mention... sienz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i normally wont sing loud. i don't have a nice voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESSS!!! hon hon. hot. hottie hon hon. horny...... fat hon.... HON HON... cars also call me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addison said... nitez =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somewhere at 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you think?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bible!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i eat no fattening food... (yeah rite... yest nite sapu-ed da rice crackers)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy lor... asking whether want supper anot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing gua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What/who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lazy to answer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no way! those seem like jocks! yux...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunno who's that person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever had your heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Often&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fake-ish people and those who likes to say 'oh my god'...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;101/100 of my time... haha. not really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is cocaine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;colourful... u are not asking about the wall ma... if wall then white&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God said in his 10 Commandments: thou shall not kill. Jesus also said: you cannot serve both God and Money. Do i need to say more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you believe in the saying of : talk is cheap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i pretend not to understand that statement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person to lie in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besides me, there were 3 who lied on my bed as well. Guys la k? not girls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiffy in the KTM train. i got down at Serdang while she headed to Seremban.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i never kissed anyone... proud of my bachelor's lips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o u see that i'm dead?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didnt die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theologically, your body is dead but your soul goes either up or down. u get what i mean? no staying on earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't have a profile song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't remember...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i always smile... not the 'yum'/pervert-ish type k!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my own songs collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open &amp;amp; closed... cuz i blink my eyes ma.. duh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke 6:27, 28 and Luke 10:27. find yourself...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you want someone you cannot have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes... and i know very well who is that person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no. i can't play any.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the worst idea you’ve had in this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hug someone whom i know i'm not supposed to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What are you doing last night at 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chatting and doing this tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm single and currently need no one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What song best describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is there any? i'm not sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no. i hope not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends and my zi muis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cantonese, mandarin, hakka, a lil bit of hokkien... wad else... bm... duh... yea... wanna learn tamil!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facebook gua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What’s your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wai... why didn't ask for my last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eat and sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fire? hot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school and my house... mckl also&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't really play game wor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;someone whom i shall not disclose...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. If you have to choose between friend and love, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answering this crazy long tag..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and digging my nose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chiao Nan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Name 3 colours that you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and err.. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dulan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to live is Christ and to die is gain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eat a lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pei yow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul of Tarsus and Luke the physician a.k.a doctor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Empty cuz i really miss someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.46 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What kind of person do u think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quiet but smart. good in badminton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't dye my hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuz i'm asked to... duh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What do you do when you’re moody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay quiet with my dulan face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will i get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God! in fact, the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hug everyone including my enemies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;duh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be someone of great influence before becoming a pastor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be an obedient boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea. God's love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the feeling of being loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abuden? global heating?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Embarrassed and being ignored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea. almost all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's proven in the previous questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Father in heaven who created me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God the life-giver... don't even think of other things if He hadn't created u.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bible and food!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;making someone so upset that he does not want to forgive me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What would you feel if no one no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't care. as long as i got what i need and want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's ok&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. HOW DO U FEEL NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleepy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4113782496172636980?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4113782496172636980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4113782496172636980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4113782496172636980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4113782496172636980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-to-know-me-more.html' title='get to know me more!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7737352725828171561</id><published>2008-10-03T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:54:04.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't believe it!!! i actually can answer the Bible Knowledge question! Woohoo... Praise The Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7737352725828171561?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7737352725828171561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7737352725828171561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7737352725828171561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7737352725828171561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/cant-believe-it-i-actually-can-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7637161710333570774</id><published>2008-09-22T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:00:43.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahaha... so late only update. hehe... so terharu la... my mentor reads my blog! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the next day after Ah Yin read my Bible, i went to Glad Sounds and got the RM 10 NLT Bible, and straight went to tuition. She was there also la. so i joyfully passed that to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face was like a lil zhadou that type, but thank God, she flew a kiss to me, thanking me. Do not think of something else, k? She calls me 'kor'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Praise the LORD la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7637161710333570774?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7637161710333570774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7637161710333570774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7637161710333570774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7637161710333570774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4733827652257528254</id><published>2008-09-16T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:41:27.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival is coming!!!</title><content type='html'>One interesting fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during Maths lesson, Ms Yap taught us about determinants of square matrices. The highlighted one was the 3x3 matrix. She said, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even though we are not Christians, we need the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then she showed the way to put the cross on the matrix to find the &lt;strong&gt;ac&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;bd&lt;/strong&gt; thingy... in the end we will use that to find the determinant la... Addison didn't hear that. So when i told him, he responded in a joyful way, agreeing what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's true la... Before this during Physics, Mr Lee tada. So i did my quiet time then. After that, i held the Bible and went to the front of my sista Shin Yin and chatted with her and Joanna. Ah Yin was curious. She asked me what im hugging. Before i answered, she asked, "Bible arr?" and then, "Lend me see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially i thought she will flip and return to me. But after a while, i saw her still reading with full of interest. Little did i know that she actually read from Genesis 1-30. Wow! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really worked in ways that we can't help but to amaze it with awe. If my dad did not fetch me to school straight, then i'll be doing QT in the LRT. If so, then i won't be taking my Bible out in the class. And if so, i won't be doing QT in class and Ah Yin wont get to read it! WOOOOWWW!!! The Christians in my class were very happy with what they saw, that Ah Yin "one mouth breath" read 30 chapters of Genesis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my Bible came back during when Maths, the last period was about to end. Since she's so interested in it, i guess i might want to buy the RM 10 hard cover NLT Bible in Glad Sounds for her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4733827652257528254?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4733827652257528254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4733827652257528254&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4733827652257528254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4733827652257528254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/revival-is-coming.html' title='Revival is coming!!!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3046487398128505040</id><published>2008-09-07T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:31:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a shepherd</title><content type='html'>last weekend was the merdeka week! haha. the FT district MYF had a sleepover in KL Wesley. Beside MBS! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight would be the Saturday nite. Pastor Herbert John from Tamil Methodist Church in PJ came over as the speaker. So when he ended, he closed in prayer. In his prayer, he said he can sense that 1 or 2 will be pastor, some others will be missionaries and so on... all i could do was to think, could that pastor be me? and i didn't focus on the prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he offered to pray for those who need prayer. i mah went and asked about the pastor thingy lor. Since so many ppl jokingly said that i'll be a pastor, who knows, it's God's way of revealing things to me... According to Ps Herbert, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in the Spirit, he could see that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i'm a shepherd.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I told him i'm doing F6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;God will not stop me from excelling in my studies. In future, i'll be equipped with knowledge like Paul of Tarsus. With the earthly knowledge and God's wisdom, i'll be able to preach effectively to older people and people of high social standing, and they will listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Walau!!! My soul was lifted. So confirm i'll become pastor lar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait! my studies suck. i really need to work hard to be like Paul. i really wanna be like Paul! i stood by a corner and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... today. i went to pastor Yew straight after service to ask about this. He mah prayed for me lo. Heheh! If i really become pastor... not bad oso hor... Better still, a pastor like Paul the Evangelist... great guy for the LORD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea... Rev Yew told me this. He actually read my blog earlier, regarding him calling me pastor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3046487398128505040?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3046487398128505040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3046487398128505040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3046487398128505040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3046487398128505040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-shepherd.html' title='i am a shepherd'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-666798919798848969</id><published>2008-08-25T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:54:15.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever tried imagine the moment you are lashed by the flogs used to flog Jesus or his apostles? Have you been pricked by a cactus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SLKbPuK8UdI/AAAAAAAAAlU/osK7bJPfxNk/s1600-h/Cat-o"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238420010979578322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="278" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SLKbPuK8UdI/AAAAAAAAAlU/osK7bJPfxNk/s400/Cat-o%2527-nine-tails_%2528PSF%2529.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SLKbcB65uqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dzNFpXC7ZSY/s1600-h/finger_cactus_dp-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238420222439439010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SLKbcB65uqI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dzNFpXC7ZSY/s400/finger_cactus_dp-12.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? I tried that yesterday night! Not on my back or palm, but my anus! All because of that tomato. Just two thin slice and i got food poisoning. i suspect it's a Genetically Modified Food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i passed motioned, the stool scratched my anus hole that i really feel the pain as if buasir bocor... but i don't have buasir la. Most probably it's the acid from my stomach since it was indigestion. The sensation is like pulling the nine tails from the hole, or stuffing the cactus in the hole and pull it out in a very fast speed.    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it wasn't only once, but i think... 6 times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sounds disgusting? Beware of what you eat!&lt;/span&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/17132606-666798919798848969?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/666798919798848969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=666798919798848969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/666798919798848969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/666798919798848969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-you-ever-tried-imagine-moment-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SLKbPuK8UdI/AAAAAAAAAlU/osK7bJPfxNk/s72-c/Cat-o%2527-nine-tails_%2528PSF%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1995347791714361519</id><published>2008-08-23T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:01:16.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone please put off the fire</title><content type='html'>i think im getting grumpy like months before. same person again. nvm. anyone out there, please be prepared to put off this fire of anger in me. anytime, i'll meletup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1995347791714361519?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1995347791714361519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1995347791714361519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1995347791714361519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1995347791714361519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/someone-please-put-off-fire.html' title='Someone please put off the fire'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4302911528804484271</id><published>2008-08-13T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:46:16.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F6 orientation ceremony</title><content type='html'>guess what?! i'm the emcee with Diyana, Yuhanis' sister. Both of us were kinda lame. But thank God that He empowered me to speak well. At least not all the words coming out from my mouth at the same time... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda disappointed la... until the souvenir-giving session, almost everyone cabuted. No respect for their seniors at all! Partially because it was already very late. The expected time to end was 5pm but because of some people's performances, the crowd cabuted at 5.40pm. Can't really blame them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe i said a super lame joke in front of Pn Gan, Pn Phoon and Pn Shoba, all because i needed to drag the time... How will they label me later, i wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4302911528804484271?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4302911528804484271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4302911528804484271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4302911528804484271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4302911528804484271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/f6-orientation-ceremony.html' title='F6 orientation ceremony'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-5249728635100970614</id><published>2008-08-04T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:59:36.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me pastor?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the Sunday, MYF was supposed to handle children ministry. The mangkuk president suddenly text me that she won't be coming. Wadda! But never mind, cuz i had already prepared, but also kinda last minute lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about the parable of the Lost Coin. Thank God Brian, Debra and Anna agreed to help me. So it started with Deb lost her coin and was searching for it. After she found it, Brian and Anna came and celebrated with her. Then i started my short speech. The moment i went up, perhaps it was because of my thick thick NIV Bible with cover, Pastor Yew said.. Wow... pastor. I was like zhadou lor... But then i continued with a smile. Thank God for His grace and mercy, i manage to say everything loud and clear, though it was last minute preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the service, Pastor Yew again called me... Pastor Andrew. I buat tak tahu la... Then i replied that Pastor Andrew is in KL Wesley... LOL!!! Many also said that i talked like a pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of being a pastor, in fact, im comfortable with that idea. But for the time being, that is my 2nd choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i'm struggling with the issue of obedience. I have the ability to resist temptations. But my flesh was desiring to sin. And i'm no longer that obedient boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember a verse in the Bible that said an obedient heart is better than any sacrifices. Hmm... even putting a lot into the offering bag doesn't please God if im not obedient...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-5249728635100970614?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5249728635100970614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=5249728635100970614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5249728635100970614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5249728635100970614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-pastor.html' title='Me pastor?'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-8764835073417700492</id><published>2008-08-04T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:45:04.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 agendas on Sat!&lt;br /&gt;1. BK quiz&lt;br /&gt;2. PC fair&lt;br /&gt;3. having vegetarian meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk about BK quiz first. Actually nothing much.. i met my bro Enoch there. His hair is now longer and more yeng. so jealous weh! MBS broke its record for the first time in history! We didn't get anything at all! Woohoo... Yeah..... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So sad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By the way, Deborah was so shocked when she saw her name for the Elena Cooke trophy. She got third in Wilayah. haha! Philip and i was second! che wah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then PC fair... not pork chop fair arr... So i was supposed to get my mummy a foldable keyboard, rubber that type, a notebook cooler and a flash drive for myself! In a nutshell, i got both cooler and flash drive the cheapest one. No regrets! Then i found the foldable keyboard. i realised i had not enough money and the stall did not have a card swiper. So i went around KLCC and look for a Maybank ATM. It took me an hour plus to look for one. With long queues everywhere, i got fed up and went to Hong Leong near Philharmornic Orchestra. Die lo... lost RM1 because i used Maybank Card. and i was wearing leather shoes... LEG PAIN!!! Most zhadou one is that after buying everything, i found one not so long queue behind the steps to Avenue K at the KLCC station. Stoooopid! It's a Maybank ATM, and the queue is sooooo short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that night... Mummy brought my family to a vegetarian restaurant. I'm not against vegetarianism. Daniel in the Bible was a vegan when he was in the Babylonian palace, and he was well blessed by God. Even one of the Christian fast is called Daniel fast, which is following Daniel's footsteps. But i really felt oppressed the moment im there. Partially is because the food sucks. Kononnya healthy choice, the soya bean milk has no sugar at all and possess the taste of overheated blender with partially melted plastic. EEEwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the restaurant was promoting vegetarianism and................... Buddhism. Again, i'm not against this religion, but i really felt oppressed when i was there. i lost my appetite. The LCD screen was showing about karma la... reincarnation la... and my free-thinker mom actually said there is reincarnation as sometimes she can see her past life. Hello! She has been married to my father for a good 20 years and she can still say that?! This is obviously not a Christian family! So i explained to her that there is incarnation, i.e. the resurrection of Christ, and definitely there is no reincarnation. i was surprised that she has philosophies about life... those irrational ones. like this, human are re-born after death coz if there is no re-born, the earth will be full of people and the earth has no end. Walau... please pray for her weh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted this Saturday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-8764835073417700492?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8764835073417700492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=8764835073417700492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8764835073417700492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8764835073417700492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-agendas-on-sat-1.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4335246925304451897</id><published>2008-07-28T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:10:13.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me president?!</title><content type='html'>today's the 1st time in my life that i'm chosen as president. In particular, the Badminton Club. I didn't really expected that. At least, i'm not desperate! i sucked in badminton + no badminton history at all. But apakan daya, the outgoing president and vice supported me. Few weeks ago when i voiced out my desire to join the club, it became a hit among the then members and EXCOs. It really surprised me as i only possess a relatively low popularity level in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the AGM venue, i was actually aiming for the Treasurer post, seeing that i'm already holding the accounts books of CF and District MYF. I didn't even bring a whole gang of friends to vote for me, like what 4K did, which nearly dominated almost all the clubs. But many of my L6K friends were there, to my another surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was my speech, realising that other nominees are good players. a short prayer was said before this. So this is what i told them. "i'm not here to blow water, honestly i don't have history in badminton at all. But if you think that i can manage the club well, why not, vote for me?" That's all. And i was chosen. Guess what? Someone told me i got 55 votes. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, i saw the acocunts book. Fooooiiiiiyoh! Thank God i didn't step down and take this post. The book is simply messy with receipts stapled almost everywhere. Now i really thank God that i'm the president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless me in my presidency of this club and treasureship of CF and District MYF, not forgetting my studies, horizontal and vertical relationships and small little ministries for God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4335246925304451897?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4335246925304451897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4335246925304451897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4335246925304451897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4335246925304451897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-president.html' title='Me president?!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3253893175327771378</id><published>2008-07-24T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:43:26.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days, the quiet time material Our Daily Bread and the 40 days prayer booklet led me to Romans 12. It's about being a living sacrifice for God, holy and pleasing to Him. That passage also talks about spiritual gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before Prefectorial Board AGM, Benny chatted with me via MSN. He was kind of nervous. All i did was to tell him not to worry and seek God's kingdom and righteousness first as in Matt 6:33. After some conversations, he said he felt better. Walau... i seriously God is speaking through me lor...despite of my disobedience, He still used me to be His mouthpiece. And i'm exercising my spiritual gifts as well. Wah... God is so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can see that God loves Benny very much. it must be because Benny does his Quiet Time faithfully, and Benny must be having an intimate relationship with God. Every morning i can see him in canteen reading ODB or praying. Such a faithful friend. I should learn like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3253893175327771378?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3253893175327771378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3253893175327771378&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3253893175327771378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3253893175327771378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-few-days-quiet-time-material-our.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-5972660924842038396</id><published>2008-07-24T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:41:17.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's our Prefectorial Board Annual General Meeting. While the ballots are counted, that uncle Tyo Wei Keat put his arms around Addison. Joanna, who was sitting nearby said to me that my 'ahem' kena stolen. Addison was like showing some satisfied face in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i of course not so syok la. i didn't want to lose out. so immediately i put my right arm around Janice my zi mui. To my horror, the girl that i said i like in my previous post saw it. Oops! Tyo &amp;amp; Addi! all because of your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, i went to her, who was crowned the best female prefect, and ask her la. By the way i was best male prefect &amp;amp; my committee got the best committee title... che wah... i asked her whether she's offended by seeing that. i was afraid that she will be thinking that i'm a pervert or playboy. Fortunately she geleng-ed kepala. Then i confessed la. That's the person i meant in my previous post was her. She knew it. i also reminded her the later post that i choose to release her from my thoughts. Thank God that she agreed that the two of us are still good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Form 5 boy, i leave it to him la. Whether their relationship will 'open flower &amp;amp; have fruit', it's up to him. i love both of them and i want them to possess happiness till the end of their breath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-5972660924842038396?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5972660924842038396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=5972660924842038396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5972660924842038396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5972660924842038396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/todays-our-prefectorial-board-annual.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1402785104636268897</id><published>2008-07-22T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:27:27.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone willing to teach me guitar, drums, flute, piano and harmonica?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1402785104636268897?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1402785104636268897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1402785104636268897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1402785104636268897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1402785104636268897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/anyone-willing-to-teach-me-guitar-drums.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4317653867482253346</id><published>2008-07-20T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:01:06.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i choose to release her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda painful la... but im not sad. i know i just did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is the shortest crush ever in my life. Not really crush but i do like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason i release her from my 'possesion' is because of another brother. He is even younger than her, that is, he's F5. On Thursday night, it was rare that he's online. So after some conversations, he himself said he likes her also. He likes her inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking. Why la both of us always like the same girl? last time it was another her, now this her. This is like let's say we are playing mahjong. When i call 'sik wu' (means i almost win), he's the one who 'zid wu' (means he block me from winning). By the way i don't play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this friend of mine very much. Even he's younger than i, i learnt a lot from him. In order not to lose this such wonderful friend, i choose to make this sacrifice. hopefully the two of them will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i can say that she's not whom God wants for me. i'll wait with faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i BLESS THEIR RELATIONSHIP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4317653867482253346?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4317653867482253346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4317653867482253346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4317653867482253346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4317653867482253346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-choose-to-release-her.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3348773623145209885</id><published>2008-07-16T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:17:07.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know how to say this... but err.... i think i like a girl. An older girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, i have set some guidelines about my requirements regarding my ideal life partner. After searching high and low and crushing here and there, at last!... i realised that the ideal "her" is just around the corner! She basically meets all my criteria. Christian... catholic la... Decent... not lala... Knows chinese... can speak canto... better still... haha... she uses the same phone model as i. Haha now you know who is she... lol... another thing is that she uses 016 instead of 012 or 017... sad... never mind la... she is almost reaching the ideal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's older...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... should i court her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3348773623145209885?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3348773623145209885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3348773623145209885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3348773623145209885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3348773623145209885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know-how-to-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7302916517420424054</id><published>2008-07-09T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:31:21.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SHTLcxUm_2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/me_j77AXsCs/s1600-h/ice-melting-in-water-with-thermometer-at-zero-degrees-Celsius-AJHD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221021563165802338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SHTLcxUm_2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/me_j77AXsCs/s400/ice-melting-in-water-with-thermometer-at-zero-degrees-Celsius-AJHD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Have i grown cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7302916517420424054?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7302916517420424054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7302916517420424054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7302916517420424054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7302916517420424054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-i-grown-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SHTLcxUm_2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/me_j77AXsCs/s72-c/ice-melting-in-water-with-thermometer-at-zero-degrees-Celsius-AJHD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7372353962406801370</id><published>2008-07-08T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:58:08.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acts 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SHN-LP9fhgI/AAAAAAAAAkM/DX7boosTbxw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220655124780647938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 461px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="523" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SHN-LP9fhgI/AAAAAAAAAkM/DX7boosTbxw/s400/untitled.bmp" width="437" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SHN-Li6yGyI/AAAAAAAAAkU/sbx1RHY7PNs/s1600-h/untitled..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220655129869556514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SHN-Li6yGyI/AAAAAAAAAkU/sbx1RHY7PNs/s400/untitled..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was assigned by Miss Moey to all BK students. Do read it. Click the pics. It's kind of funny. Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7372353962406801370?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7372353962406801370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7372353962406801370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7372353962406801370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7372353962406801370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/acts-16.html' title='Acts 16'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SHN-LP9fhgI/AAAAAAAAAkM/DX7boosTbxw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-5757835501938590973</id><published>2008-06-29T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:03:04.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on buying shares</title><content type='html'>After some thoughts, i feel that i should talk about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buying shares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$$$ €€€€&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, normally people buy shares that has the potential to grow well. The best would be that the price of the shares is very low, means that the company is not performing well, and then the price shoots up. Whatever type of shares, people definitely won't buy shares that gurantee loss, even if the price is low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in a similar condition. i don't get to choose. i have to buy the shares that might make me lose, not only money but time and effort. While my other friends are investing on the growing ones, i have to take the one which may cost cheap and may even sell cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i really mean is taking over the post of president of the MYF. &lt;em&gt;William&lt;/em&gt; was elected president at early February this year, the 3rd. His MYF is strong, with a lot of members. He's definitely investing in a growing product. &lt;em&gt;Addison&lt;/em&gt; is elected president today. LMCP youths are in a big number as well. Though LMC is a small church, their youth to adult ratio is high compared to my church. My youth to adult ratio is low, which means adults stand a higher percentage in numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not talking bad about my own youths. i really&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; all of them. But my MYF is getting boring as weeks pass by. Not many attend now. This made MYF even boring. Many activities can't be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults are the factor as well. They always want the kids to go back early and to study well.&lt;br /&gt;All they want is blessings for the kids but do not let the children participate and serve. My mother is like that. She's not a Christian. She doesn't like me serving in church. But the moment she knew i got an A for Bible Knowledge, she told me to get scholarship from the church, thinking that the church is supposed to serve us, not that we serve the church. Kind of frustrated with her attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know that Satan is doing a good job now. i really want to break that old liar's tricks. If not, i'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rugi teruk-teruk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in this investment. i need &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt; help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-5757835501938590973?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5757835501938590973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=5757835501938590973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5757835501938590973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5757835501938590973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-buying-shares.html' title='on buying shares'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1248206456900193303</id><published>2008-06-25T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:32:02.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During the first 3 days of Lower Six orientation, i found out this interesting idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i leaned, Addison sat straight. When i bent forward or sit straight, Addi leaned. From this, i had the idea that when he is up, i'll be down. When he is doing well, i may not. When i feel tired and sleepy in class, he's paying attention. Vice versa. It's true weh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why both of us promised to back each other up. Now he's the new president for Chapel Committee and i'm only the 'friend of Chapel'. Not a big post. Well, i hope the best for both of us when we serve God together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! We tasted Pearl Milk Tea just before we went for Physics tuition today. His was strawberry and mine blurberry. Haha! Nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1248206456900193303?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1248206456900193303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1248206456900193303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1248206456900193303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1248206456900193303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/during-first-3-days-of-lower-six.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-797024835418413572</id><published>2008-06-25T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:23:08.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This happened yesterday. Just to cut the story short, i was in the library doing my Rancangan Membaca, similar to Nilam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library was noisy. Damned noisy. But one of the librarians dared to say that the library is his territory and thus, he is allowed to use Cantonese without being booked by the prefects. Hey brainless dude! How dare you say this in front of me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... never mind. It's your territory. I choose not to book you. But... did you do what you should do in your territory?! You are a librarian, and you can just let the library be as noisy as your own class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me failed to complete my RP when the library is about to close. You know what that librarian said to me? "Hey, 1 whole hour also cannot finish arr? What did you do arr?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damned pissed off. I didn't complete my RP. I did something that i consider right. I crumpled my own paper, not saying a thing. Wow! Some of the librarians felt my burning anger. Well, i consider that i did the right thing because i did not scold nor curse nor slap them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in the coming Board of Student Librarians AGM, you guys will be in deep sh*t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-797024835418413572?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/797024835418413572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=797024835418413572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/797024835418413572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/797024835418413572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-happened-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7039184075102440425</id><published>2008-06-22T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:19:49.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew that i;m not smart at all, yet i blame others on bad things that happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so selfish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7039184075102440425?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7039184075102440425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7039184075102440425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7039184075102440425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7039184075102440425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hate-myself-i-knew-that-im-not-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2427011408268129744</id><published>2008-06-21T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:16:54.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in regards with my previous post, the guy that i mentioned on the 1st 1/2 part has explained to me things. i'm glad that he is really studying. If you saw the word 'hypocrite', he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i am still damned angry with those stooooopid ppl who make me work my ass off and screwed my SPM! can't blame them totally, coz im not smart in the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2427011408268129744?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2427011408268129744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2427011408268129744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2427011408268129744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2427011408268129744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-regards-with-my-previous-post-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-8059145155081042110</id><published>2008-06-16T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:04:07.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOOPID idiots!</title><content type='html'>STOOPID!!! rm 120 went down the drain just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while i thought that i did not get the letter to attend the Kasturi prize-giving ceremony. Mana tahu, today as i reached home from school, i was curious with an opened letter, which i did not care much to attend to it since it's opened and i assumed that i've read it. Well, true enough. The title is "Jemputan ke Majlis Anugerah...". My heartbeat stopped a while when i see those words. The letter was sent on the 22nd of May, which means i already got it like so long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was yesterday in Federal Hotel, a Sunday. So smart la those Kasturi bosses. Actually i knew about that ceremony when my classmates asked around about who's attending it, just that i did not have the letter to show to them when i collect my rm120. All in my mind was parent's day in church which was yesterday and the late letter will be the excuse that i'm not attending that ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now... i really wanna shout out those vulgar words which i know in a string! The letter says that collection of the prizes after the ceremony will not be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many told me that i did the right choice for attending church yesterday instead of that ceremony. Yeah right! If this happens on you guys, will you attend church?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am willing to sacrifice if the MYF is willing to present their best on parent's day, since i am given the responsibility to lead them for the presentation. But what happened?! Only 4 including me turned up. And i had school that morning. i seriously don't mind sacrificing a lot for the sake of MYF. and i could have spent more time getting signatures from my seniors for my orientation and have a fun time with them. But WHY AM i SOOOOO DUMB to even want to do this presentation?! DUMB ASS honhon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we didn't practice the song. We changed to poem recitation, which was LAME!!! The MP of Batu, Tian Chua was there also. Matilah... our MYF memalufied ourselves in front of him! Anyway thanks a lot for those who turned up for the 'practice'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm damned angry with those who did not attend. Remember how you guys make me worked my ass off last year even when it's my SPM year? i even had to attend the Christmas practice on the Sunday where my Literature in English paper was very near! Well, i screwed up my LiE paper! And all you guys say to me is 'God will bless you ya!' Fu*k off!!! STOOPID! Don't simply make decision for God! Assho*es!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I damned pissed off with those who are giving excuses all the time. They can't come because of studies? Don't bullsh*t! As if you are studying! and now you are saying that you can't help out because you didn't do well in your studies and you wanna study now. Tell me then, is it FAIR to me, that you guys wanna study and made me screwed up my SPM?! Don't come and tell me that i did very well by getting 11A's. I screwed up my sciences and maths! Don't forget i have another 4 more subjects! Buggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm terribly sorry if you think you are whom i mentioned and you are offended. i said all these coz i can't stand it anymore. and im saying what i think &amp;amp; feel personally. if you wish to justify yourself, do come and talk to me. i don't wish to have any misunderstandings between or among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry also for the vulgarity. i choose not to cancel them cuz those words show the intensity of my anger and disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-8059145155081042110?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8059145155081042110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=8059145155081042110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8059145155081042110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8059145155081042110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/stoopid-idiots.html' title='STOOPID idiots!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7878692824955592950</id><published>2008-06-08T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:52:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BACKSLIDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. full stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7878692824955592950?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7878692824955592950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7878692824955592950&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7878692824955592950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7878692824955592950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-backslided.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1335499703792084112</id><published>2008-05-30T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:13:11.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag from boon kheng</title><content type='html'>Name 5 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don’t read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 5 people. This is a lot funnier if you randomly list the names first. NO CHEATING!!&lt;br /&gt;1. Daniel Chiam&lt;br /&gt;2. Enoch&lt;br /&gt;3. Wen Dee&lt;br /&gt;4. Addison&lt;br /&gt;5. Enwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how did you meet number 1?&lt;br /&gt;YLPD 2005 and JS 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. on a scale of 1-10 how would you rate your friendship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;8... quite close ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you known 4?&lt;br /&gt;Since f1... F2 onwards classmate till now... now L6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you know number 3?&lt;br /&gt;Church friends since Sunday School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where is 5?&lt;br /&gt;Kuantan... mourning over her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A fact about number 1.&lt;br /&gt;He can play guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;How do i know? Going out as in...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does 1 do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;Still studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you live with number 3?&lt;br /&gt;No i guess... but it's great to be friends... gooooooood friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you like about number 2?&lt;br /&gt;He's slim... not really like... in fact, im jealous.. heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you miss number 5?&lt;br /&gt;No. coz i meet her every night thru msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you make out with number 4?&lt;br /&gt;No way! He's my classmate! and he's a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What’s you opinion of number 2?&lt;br /&gt;Likes to bully his own big brother... made the brother felt zhadou... dats me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What’s your favourite memory with number 5?&lt;br /&gt;Teasing each other?... She teased me more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What would you do if number 1 and 2 were going out?&lt;br /&gt;Oops... something is going wrong then... how can they go out without me?! unless going out here means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever had a long conversation with 5?&lt;br /&gt;Duh... msn messenger is meant to provide rooms for long chats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you slept at 2’s house?&lt;br /&gt;Never even entered his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you hang out with 3 alot?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. The longest record was 3 hrs at church. My siao-ness almost made her faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who have you known the longest?&lt;br /&gt;3. Wen Dee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How often do you talk to 1?&lt;br /&gt;When both of us are online. Say... few times a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How about 2?&lt;br /&gt;Something like 1... but more than 1 i guess, since 2 and i are in central and 1 is in the north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever thought 3 more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... a good friend... a place 2 release my siao-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you go out for a date with 5?&lt;br /&gt;Too far for me... ask her 1st...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you dream about 2?&lt;br /&gt;a good sai lou that doesn't bully his taiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What did number 4 do to you that you can never forget?&lt;br /&gt;He lent me something to keep me off from a scandal? maybe this question should be asked another way round. what did i do 2 number 4 that he can never forget... well.. i... i f*r*ed on his face when both of us were sleeping.. ask him what's that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What have you done for 1 that the person never forgets?&lt;br /&gt;dunno... maybe getting a bottle for him on his bday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Whats 3’s hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Mangkuking... writing poems... blogging...eating... i think got more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1335499703792084112?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1335499703792084112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1335499703792084112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1335499703792084112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1335499703792084112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag-from-boon-kheng.html' title='tag from boon kheng'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3133050488705510635</id><published>2008-05-28T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:40:41.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag again... i mean... kena tagged again</title><content type='html'>Tagged by this crazy gurl called WEN DEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are:1. The rules of the game is to be posted at the beginning. duh... so lame&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to do the tag... which hon hon hates to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;Eat eat eat... first and only time when im involved in sports day. i didnt even get to run in that race. i was a substitute ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today&lt;br /&gt;- Read the Bible&lt;br /&gt;- Jog&lt;br /&gt;- Eat&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep&lt;br /&gt;- Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;i eat no junk food! yeah rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;br /&gt;- Set apart some money for God's ministries&lt;br /&gt;- Learn driving and get a decent car&lt;br /&gt;- Finance my tertiary education&lt;br /&gt;- Deposit in a bank and survive with the interest given... should be enough lor...&lt;br /&gt;- do something worthwhile which i have no idea now... perhaps change all into RM100 notes and swim in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;- digging nose&lt;br /&gt;- procrasinate&lt;br /&gt;- online too much&lt;br /&gt;- fart secretly and giggle with that evil voice&lt;br /&gt;- eat unsistematically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;- Setapak... my old house&lt;br /&gt;- Serdang... current house&lt;br /&gt;- PD Methodist... JS&lt;br /&gt;- Penang... at Shaun's... just few days ago&lt;br /&gt;- Alor Star... NOW!!! in DANIEL'S house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've done&lt;br /&gt;-Bartender... in my dad's place&lt;br /&gt;-Cashier... also in my dad's place&lt;br /&gt;-Accountant... haha by name only... at equatorial kl!&lt;br /&gt;-business man... uniform sales head in school last time&lt;br /&gt;-tax collecter... head of the fines committee when i was a prefect last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;as i've said, i hate to tag people... if u think u wanna be tagged, go ahead and put this up in your blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3133050488705510635?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3133050488705510635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3133050488705510635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3133050488705510635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3133050488705510635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/tag-again-i-mean-kena-tagged-again.html' title='tag again... i mean... kena tagged again'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2815973480037489676</id><published>2008-05-28T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:14:41.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing me?</title><content type='html'>back by popular demand, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hon hon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is back again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently in still in Alor Star. Heheh! nice food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics will be up soon. So... be pesakit ok? err... i mean... patient... sabar... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2815973480037489676?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2815973480037489676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2815973480037489676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2815973480037489676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2815973480037489676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-me.html' title='Missing me?'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7551222595062081244</id><published>2008-05-14T21:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:17:01.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd part of the pics. LAST DAY!</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday after school, i went from school to pudu by foot. Can save 70 cents LRT fee. Well, it wasn't that bad. Just to collect my name tags from Mun Lai, Soon Yau family's shop. I walked back(saved another 70 cents... kiam siap betul), but towards times square's direction, to go to Equatorial to collect my last pay. Yeah im excited!!! yeah rite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my 3rd day pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times Square just open her door at the monorail side. That shows how early i am when i reached the monorail station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0kW8gkEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9mqtVaNgLQs/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200589468945387586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0kW8gkEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9mqtVaNgLQs/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0km8gkFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/gzk7DMdp_wM/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200589473240354898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0km8gkFI/AAAAAAAAAiY/gzk7DMdp_wM/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached office too early, so i took this chance to do some snapshots!&lt;br /&gt;This 'shoe' chunted weh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0k28gkGI/AAAAAAAAAig/XPrBOwxHfmM/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200589477535322210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0k28gkGI/AAAAAAAAAig/XPrBOwxHfmM/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0k28gkHI/AAAAAAAAAio/KGe9NgVc7m8/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200589477535322226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0k28gkHI/AAAAAAAAAio/KGe9NgVc7m8/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0lG8gkII/AAAAAAAAAiw/KYfVajlczKA/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200589481830289538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0lG8gkII/AAAAAAAAAiw/KYfVajlczKA/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw4nG8gkJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xu--TUb97lU/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593914236539026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw4nG8gkJI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xu--TUb97lU/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha it's actually a stationery holder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw4nG8gkKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DGv6_jNQ0KU/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593914236539042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw4nG8gkKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DGv6_jNQ0KU/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw4nW8gkLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/D7pfr5AdMzw/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593918531506354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw4nW8gkLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/D7pfr5AdMzw/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nama dia ialah Shamus. Irish name wor...equivalent to James. He's from Taylor's i guess, doing Hotel Management and undergoing training in this department. From St. Francis Xavier church! haha so near to PJ Trinity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw4nm8gkMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/b_2OKmOX3Pk/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593922826473666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw4nm8gkMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/b_2OKmOX3Pk/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part of my done tasks. Huge stack of invoice. Just finished reconciliation.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw4nm8gkNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/brO8gzHnlk8/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200593922826473682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw4nm8gkNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/brO8gzHnlk8/s400/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Normal scene when i'm doing reconciliation.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCxReW8gkOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/u6uhOqUhxbo/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200621251703378146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCxReW8gkOI/AAAAAAAAAjg/u6uhOqUhxbo/s400/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i keep invoices here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCxRe28gkPI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9kdt_tGG2ng/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200621260293312754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCxRe28gkPI/AAAAAAAAAjo/9kdt_tGG2ng/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCxRfW8gkQI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i4sp0bJEeLw/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200621268883247362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCxRfW8gkQI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i4sp0bJEeLw/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here... arh... kelam-kabut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCxRfm8gkRI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Q4IOC-V4tls/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200621273178214674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCxRfm8gkRI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Q4IOC-V4tls/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heheh! i will show you how to do reconciliation in my next post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-7551222595062081244?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7551222595062081244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7551222595062081244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7551222595062081244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7551222595062081244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/3rd-part-of-pics-last-day.html' title='3rd part of the pics. LAST DAY!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCw0kW8gkEI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/9mqtVaNgLQs/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3832981615758839097</id><published>2008-05-10T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:13:33.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lame joke</title><content type='html'>when you say dermawan, it means a guy who 'derma'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, usahawan means a guy who usahakan something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO what does belanjawan means? haha... a guy who belanja you lunch... lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, belanjawan means budget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Maybe that's the reason some TV stations use the phrase 'bajet negara'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3832981615758839097?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3832981615758839097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3832981615758839097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3832981615758839097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3832981615758839097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/lame-joke.html' title='a lame joke'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-848694949097769486</id><published>2008-05-09T23:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:58:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't drool...</title><content type='html'>Well, still Tuesday. My youth counselor called me out for a meal, and also some discussions. Since lunch will be a little rush, he offered me buffet dinner! @ shangri-la... hohohoh....xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison claimed that the food that he ate for the past 2 months was worse than what i showed you earlier, and also that the food i got is shangri-la compared to his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me show you what is shangri-la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU6CbspAkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/p71jZtSMW9o/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198625158338249282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU6CbspAkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/p71jZtSMW9o/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU6CrspAlI/AAAAAAAAAiA/v1EVc2Pahxw/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198625162633216594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU6CrspAlI/AAAAAAAAAiA/v1EVc2Pahxw/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU2MbspAdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/OoIyNwf9j5U/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198620932090429906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU2MbspAdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/OoIyNwf9j5U/s400/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU2MrspAeI/AAAAAAAAAhI/iJyVALccg84/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198620936385397218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU2MrspAeI/AAAAAAAAAhI/iJyVALccg84/s400/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chicken wrapped in bacon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU2M7spAfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4KGjJY1e0uk/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198620940680364530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU2M7spAfI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/4KGjJY1e0uk/s400/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU2M7spAgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/R-d_GxBGjaU/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198620940680364546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU2M7spAgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/R-d_GxBGjaU/s400/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU2NLspAhI/AAAAAAAAAhg/szNemT0L3Qs/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198620944975331858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU2NLspAhI/AAAAAAAAAhg/szNemT0L3Qs/s400/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marshmellow dipped in choc fountain!!! Doesn't really suit my tastebuds.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU6B7spAiI/AAAAAAAAAho/GyIvrCVB6CY/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198625149748314658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU6B7spAiI/AAAAAAAAAho/GyIvrCVB6CY/s400/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strawberry coated with choco sauce!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU6CLspAjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/MCS02sc2qZs/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198625154043281970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU6CLspAjI/AAAAAAAAAhw/MCS02sc2qZs/s400/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198625166928183906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU6C7spAmI/AAAAAAAAAiI/PRMfz8Zby1g/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For health and fitness reasons, i omitted the cream from the cheeeeeeezzzzeeeeee cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thanks uncle Chie Kieng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-848694949097769486?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/848694949097769486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=848694949097769486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/848694949097769486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/848694949097769486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-drool.html' title='don&apos;t drool...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCU6CbspAkI/AAAAAAAAAh4/p71jZtSMW9o/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4565091095126074425</id><published>2008-05-09T17:51:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:50:01.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe... 2nd day pics</title><content type='html'>Thank you for waiting patiently. Your reward is here! 2nd day pics!!! lame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tuesday was a little busy for me. So not many pics in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! =&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Tuesday lunch... The food looked gross, so i decided to take an alternative, SANDWICH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQkjrspABI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OmdRgS_0nRc/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198320065336377362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQkjrspABI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OmdRgS_0nRc/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQkkLspACI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zWUuMlyOLAg/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198320073926311970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQkkLspACI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zWUuMlyOLAg/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope i didn't put too much fillings into the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQkkrspADI/AAAAAAAAAdw/r0uibGh2FH0/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198320082516246578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQkkrspADI/AAAAAAAAAdw/r0uibGh2FH0/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQkkrspAEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-vJtlRLnUmk/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198320082516246594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQkkrspAEI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-vJtlRLnUmk/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fizz... Fiss... Fishball soup. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198362130246074658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRK0LspASI/AAAAAAAAAfo/0dwrira8TAg/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Earthquake on my bread?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQklbspAFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/9V9SlwqLOno/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198320095401148498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQklbspAFI/AAAAAAAAAeA/9V9SlwqLOno/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Munch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ8qrspAHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rTnANkEum6I/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198346573874528370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ8qrspAHI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/rTnANkEum6I/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Munch munch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ8q7spAII/AAAAAAAAAeY/QOTY8kTHfqQ/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198346578169495682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ8q7spAII/AAAAAAAAAeY/QOTY8kTHfqQ/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Munch munch munch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ8q7spAJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_NN7mGCrzY0/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198346578169495698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ8q7spAJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_NN7mGCrzY0/s400/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gao dim... brruuupppp.... euueeekkkzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ8rLspAKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rc_mCDLpzH0/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198346582464463010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ8rLspAKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rc_mCDLpzH0/s400/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BLOATED... Yet my colleague always asked me, "andrew, how come you only eat so less arr?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ-vrspALI/AAAAAAAAAew/hPNVwB6jrRU/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198348858797129906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ-vrspALI/AAAAAAAAAew/hPNVwB6jrRU/s400/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When 7-11 sells Maggi HotCup at 1.50, this canteen sells it at 1.20!!! But i never got one here before.  Normally only Milo is present in the Nescafe dispenser. RM 0.50 per mug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ-vrspAMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/70omcCX5dZk/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198348858797129922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ-vrspAMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/70omcCX5dZk/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You don't get people to collect your leftover you know. You have to bring your tray, do a catwalk show from your seat to this counter and... return your tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ-v7spANI/AAAAAAAAAfA/HoH0zW0lyqY/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198348863092097234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ-v7spANI/AAAAAAAAAfA/HoH0zW0lyqY/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smoking-area. Good boys like me never go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ-wLspAOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/-q_xDJpEh2U/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198348867387064546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ-wLspAOI/AAAAAAAAAfI/-q_xDJpEh2U/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ-wbspAPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eDw1KDh5Ej8/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198348871682031858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQ-wbspAPI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/eDw1KDh5Ej8/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The counter where staffs get their food. On the right side is where we can get sandwiches in case we can't bear with chicken curry... heheh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRL2LspATI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0T5Zystg9xE/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198363264117440818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRL2LspATI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0T5Zystg9xE/s400/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The access device. You'll see how it functions further down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRL2bspAUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7a2oNIN9W30/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198363268412408130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRL2bspAUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/7a2oNIN9W30/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Canteen basin. A super duper yeng guy will appear everytime i stand in front of that mirror. Cheh wah. Perasannye me... but if you don't get what i say, then never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRL2bspAVI/AAAAAAAAAgA/XkQRpe6ATF8/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198363268412408146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRL2bspAVI/AAAAAAAAAgA/XkQRpe6ATF8/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i felt tempted to stand up there after meals, but since i'm not foodstuffs like fish or vegetables, i decided not to share things with them, supaya i don't become food. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRSErspAaI/AAAAAAAAAgo/PVven1EUlgg/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198370110295310754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRSErspAaI/AAAAAAAAAgo/PVven1EUlgg/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gents... strictly for gentlemen only!!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRL2rspAWI/AAAAAAAAAgI/AQGWZSl5eXE/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198363272707375458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRL2rspAWI/AAAAAAAAAgI/AQGWZSl5eXE/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The right one always tell me, "honhon, shoot me!". So i gave in. The left one was not so appealing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRL27spAXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/aXd-Kcgig5s/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198363277002342770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRL27spAXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/aXd-Kcgig5s/s400/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm not a camwhore so i took that mirror from this angle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198370106000343442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRSEbspAZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/hUquemC2h7o/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRSELspAYI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XlIoYaKDgEs/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198370101705376130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRSELspAYI/AAAAAAAAAgY/XlIoYaKDgEs/s400/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198370110295310770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCRSErspAbI/AAAAAAAAAgw/GiI7NiOjyZ4/s400/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To be fair to this toilet bowl, i took its pic twice, all because i 'pang' on it twice... haha... both also because i lausai mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok peeps! i know you are curious how that access device is used. Well, that device is almost everywhere in the hotel. Basically those areas that are accessed by staffs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4565091095126074425?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4565091095126074425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4565091095126074425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4565091095126074425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4565091095126074425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/hehe-2nd-day-pics.html' title='hehe... 2nd day pics'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCQkjrspABI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OmdRgS_0nRc/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-8478469775118607491</id><published>2008-05-08T10:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:16:10.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still episode 1... sorry peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJ47XytKcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/pNI3pMv0fzY/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197849881333279170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJ47XytKcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/pNI3pMv0fzY/s400/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lunch! William's colleague who worked here before said the lunch 'cannot eat' 1. Yeah i agree. Sometimes it sucks! Chicken curry is often there...&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJyIHytKaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/DQkZ6sIgDGQ/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197842403795216802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJyIHytKaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/DQkZ6sIgDGQ/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJyIHytKbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xtWjov9q8D0/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197842403795216818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJyIHytKbI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/xtWjov9q8D0/s400/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feel like eating? Yer... anyway, still have to thank God for the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJsXHytKTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dEQvyrNKRCo/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197836064423487794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJsXHytKTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dEQvyrNKRCo/s400/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reconciliation is not included in SPM Accounts Principles. i did not even learn Accounts in SPM yet this is what my office required me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJsXXytKUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9UtXfkvw0i4/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197836068718455106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJsXXytKUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/9UtXfkvw0i4/s400/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJsX3ytKVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vxOSYnViSBc/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197836077308389714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJsX3ytKVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/vxOSYnViSBc/s400/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Writing down my name on the bottom of the recon is a very happy thing to do because our account tallies with the supplier's. Sense of satisfaction **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJsYHytKWI/AAAAAAAAAco/VSDBGwOGqTA/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197836081603357026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJsYHytKWI/AAAAAAAAAco/VSDBGwOGqTA/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My messy workstation... Have to refer to so many things just to do a recon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197842382320380290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJyG3ytKYI/AAAAAAAAAc4/OdynW8k9oDs/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Have to write down what i did daily on the calendar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-8478469775118607491?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8478469775118607491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=8478469775118607491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8478469775118607491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8478469775118607491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-episode-1-sorry-peeps.html' title='still episode 1... sorry peeps'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJ47XytKcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/pNI3pMv0fzY/s72-c/Picture+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-795043257410564796</id><published>2008-05-08T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:34:03.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still 1st episode</title><content type='html'>These are still Monday's pics...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197821422879975650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJfC3ytKOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/FJyX_4sVjXc/s400/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Computerised cheque printer. Very mafan 1. have to adjust the cheque before printing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJfDHytKPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/r4sBVLK-bqk/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197821427174942962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJfDHytKPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/r4sBVLK-bqk/s400/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one chun! You just have to key in the figure and it will do everything. Banks still accept cheques with figures on both the centre and on the right side of the cheque and no words to spell out the figures. like.... ringgit malaysia twenty thousand bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJfDHytKQI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6gP4eaBFo-E/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197821427174942978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJfDHytKQI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6gP4eaBFo-E/s400/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all computers in Accounts are connected to this. Sometimes it will be disconnected from the computers also. Really kee siao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-795043257410564796?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/795043257410564796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=795043257410564796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/795043257410564796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/795043257410564796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-1st-episode.html' title='still 1st episode'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCJfC3ytKOI/AAAAAAAAAbo/FJyX_4sVjXc/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3429014116579168675</id><published>2008-05-07T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:08:43.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my siao siao office</title><content type='html'>Heheh! 2nd part of my 1st episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHAf4LHeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YVsd5Ua2xlE/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197302412612410850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHAf4LHeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YVsd5Ua2xlE/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paper shredder. Never use it before. Don't even know how to on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHAv4LHfI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ASTkJzsTnug/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197302416907378162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHAv4LHfI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ASTkJzsTnug/s400/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Photocopier. One of my best friends! i often stand in front of it for an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHA_4LHgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/OsEbMKxHfW8/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197302421202345474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHA_4LHgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/OsEbMKxHfW8/s400/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This notice is pasted in front of the photocopier. See the mistake? i really wanted to laugh everytime i photocopy documents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHBP4LHhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/l4f5OIP17xQ/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197302425497312786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHBP4LHhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/l4f5OIP17xQ/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Closer view of the 'funny' notice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHBP4LHiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1iuTVsLVpUc/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197302425497312802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHBP4LHiI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1iuTVsLVpUc/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chunted 'all-in-one' rack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306312442715698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCKjf4LHjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/gsHq6UeITzQ/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Huge stapler and puncher. Yet sometimes not enough to punch and staple all the huge stacks of invoices altogether. Have to separate them lor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306325327617618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCKkP4LHlI/AAAAAAAAAao/TJcmYv2QfyE/s400/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sometimes i can even reach much earlier than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306325327617634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCKkP4LHmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/JnT0vNI1kfw/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My previous working station. Got computer and it's hidden from others! Can dig my nose as i like!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197306329622584946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCKkf4LHnI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9eXhkklFEMg/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From left: Manual cheque printing machine, computerised cheque printing machine with trailer, and the phone that rings very often and normally sounds like this... is the cheque ready? Suppliers lifelong tag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197309576617860738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCNhf4LHoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/nMQY_PFrbTM/s400/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hello hon hon!  am i cute?                   honhon: who u?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197309580912828050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCNhv4LHpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/dED5KhU7krg/s400/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hon hon: argh! it's a fish! takut takut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197309585207795362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCNh_4LHqI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tBdY7z4VXV0/s400/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;fish: come nearer lar... i like warm people you know...&lt;br /&gt;hon hon: no.......... get away from me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197309589502762674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCNiP4LHrI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mhUeDR9Z8jU/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;fish: ceh! me also you scared. don't want to care about you anymore... (swims away)&lt;br /&gt;hon hon: fuhhhh.... at last the fish cabuted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to laugh anyway, because this is ridiculously unbelievable that...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197309593797729986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCNif4LHsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/TYez8Hw9luU/s400/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;... my company still uses &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Windows 95!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please wait patiently for part 3 of episode 1. LOL. itz late now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3429014116579168675?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3429014116579168675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3429014116579168675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3429014116579168675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3429014116579168675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-siao-siao-office.html' title='my siao siao office'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SCCHAf4LHeI/AAAAAAAAAZw/YVsd5Ua2xlE/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-8709702989057270260</id><published>2008-05-05T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:29:26.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dwelling place for the past 2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Haha, i think some of you are curious about my working place. Well, since this will be my last week there, i'll show you guys and girls a series of pictures. Three episodes. This will be the 1st 1. enjoy! =&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way to work, i'll always pass by this lamp post when i go up the stairs to the monorail station at Times Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196923918619450754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SB8uxP4LHYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/YHOK7MqSxVk/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196923935799319954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SB8uyP4LHZI/AAAAAAAAAZI/4YSAZYMiCwE/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Normally at this time, i have not eaten anything for breakfast. So this lamp post reminds me of something...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196927144139890082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SB8xs_4LHaI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/sgdb2diq7P0/s400/Pringles_(aka).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PRINGLES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me continue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Err... let the pics tell the story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196929356048047538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SB8ztv4LHbI/AAAAAAAAAZY/z7-zzFoEeGE/s400/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196929360343014850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SB8zt_4LHcI/AAAAAAAAAZg/73PxiOnXPkg/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196929364637982162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SB8zuP4LHdI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vQbR1Lo4ObY/s400/Picture+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i always use this old typewriter to issue urgent cheques. Can't believe this is still existing in offices and being used frequently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well... i'll add in more later... it's late and i'm sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-8709702989057270260?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8709702989057270260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=8709702989057270260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8709702989057270260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8709702989057270260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dwelling-place-for-past-2-months.html' title='my dwelling place for the past 2 months'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SB8uxP4LHYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/YHOK7MqSxVk/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2554036790052216588</id><published>2008-05-02T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:25:31.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boss wanna keep me?!</title><content type='html'>This is the strangest thing that can happen in any offices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FC in my department... not Football Club ok?! The Financial Controller, who has the same surname as i, asked me when am i leaving. i said coming wednesday. Then she answered, "So soon arr...?" My colleague was expecting me to work longer also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakan daya, F6 gonna start very soon, real SOON. Availing myself to work until wednesday and leaving 2 weekdays for me to rest is already being kind to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange hor? i'm not with CAT or ACCA or whatever qualifications, not even Prinsip Perakaunan in SPM, yet they wanted me to stay. Perhaps i'm a cheap labour in their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They planned to hire someone to replace me. To be accurate, to replace the one before me. The workload is killing me! They'll work my ass off! But i guess never mind. i shall have a smaller butt. Melissa! Beware! i'm gonna win you! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be half alive (to be positive)/half dead (to be negative) when i return to F6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2554036790052216588?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2554036790052216588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2554036790052216588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2554036790052216588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2554036790052216588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/boss-wanna-keep-me.html' title='boss wanna keep me?!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2190116832519620464</id><published>2008-04-29T20:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:13:22.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken or egg 1st?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SBccwv4LHXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/__PikEY0yzo/s1600-h/pha0110l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194652319006530930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SBccwv4LHXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/__PikEY0yzo/s400/pha0110l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's clear this doubt once and for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were to ask me chicken or egg 1st, my answer will always, always be CHICKEN 1st. Let's not argue like others who argued about this for ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This can definitely convince you guys and girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genesis 1:25 God made the wild animals according to their kinds, the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;livestocks&lt;/span&gt; according to their kinds, and all the creatures tha move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see. If there was an egg 1st, God woudn't have made Adam and Eve. God would make a sperm cell and an ovum cell. Think of it. It's not that chiiim after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So remember. Chicken exists first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2190116832519620464?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2190116832519620464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2190116832519620464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2190116832519620464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2190116832519620464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/chicken-or-egg-1st.html' title='chicken or egg 1st?'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SBccwv4LHXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/__PikEY0yzo/s72-c/pha0110l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1531319237396880747</id><published>2008-04-29T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:19:22.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manner = become more man</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Guys! Don't let anyone say that you have no manner! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  should be manners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today is kinda special. Well, i somehow start to think like a man. I feel more like a man. That's the result of spending much time with God, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Psalm 37:4 says, Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart.&lt;/span&gt; Now that's encouraging and it just happened to me leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1531319237396880747?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1531319237396880747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1531319237396880747&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1531319237396880747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1531319237396880747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/manner-become-more-man.html' title='manner = become more man'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-74688989142007451</id><published>2008-04-27T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:24:32.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye day...</title><content type='html'>It was my 1st experience ever to let friends stay in my house. Better or worse still (i don't know), 3 slept on my bed last night. Historic event, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday evening, Shaun the Sheep came down all the way down from Penang island to meet up with the JS people in HELP college, which was on Friday night, and also 'kai kai' a.k.a. lepaking on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday night, Chia Ching the mecho... not macho, and William the blur... they say 1...came. Kesian 3 of them for coming at the time when i was busy. Well, Friday still have to work. Shaun has to wake up super early &amp;amp; go to Times Square with me. Haha. The shops are not even opened then. Saturday was my anugerah cemerlang... err... speech day lar. 3 of them had to wake up early also. I guess it's too bad for 3 of them who is not so disciplined in waking up like me, especially William... sorry arr... bocor ur sleeping skills... You really can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about today. It's their departure date. William was the 1st to leave. Once we reached Sentul , after some hugs, he left. Next was Shaun. Brought him to Puduraya bus station. He looked tired. Thank God that he's safe. Sms-ed me when he reached Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chia Ching's turn. This 1 have to say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the KTM heading towards Seremban, Chia Ching dozed off. i was sitting beside him. As i looked at him, i can't help but to pray for him in my heart. All i could pray for him was that God will protect him and bless what he does, especially when he steps into fulltime ministry, which will be sooner or later. My eyes were wet. But i tried my best to hold my tears back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i felt that KTM trains are very fast. Why can't the train be a little slower so i could spend more time with him? Lol. i know i'll leave him very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching Serdang, Ching woke up. i didn't look at him. i didn't want him to see my eyes wet. He told me to take care and i just patted his left knee. Then i left. He was the only 1 that didn't hug me when we departed. Maybe he thinks that we are very near to each other. Or simply he's blur, just woke up from the nap. He also told me something like he feels safer to nap in the train when i was beside. That comforted me a bit because it sounded like i'm of some use to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i actually planned to blog about the complaints about them in my house. But i prayed that God will lead me whether to blog about that. Well, i guess that's not appropriate, so i blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had i felt like crying for a friend whom i know for years, but as for this friend i knew for less than half a year, who had hurt me unknowingly, my heart felt the sorrow when i was about to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky you, Chia Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps blessed me, to have such a wonderful and vibrant friend like Ching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-74688989142007451?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/74688989142007451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=74688989142007451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/74688989142007451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/74688989142007451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/bye-bye-day.html' title='bye bye day...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-7442412680701123282</id><published>2008-04-26T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:27:33.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hollow specs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SBMzr_4LHWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/AOGcwo3E33g/s1600-h/news_glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193551626262748514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SBMzr_4LHWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/AOGcwo3E33g/s400/news_glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happening to me now. After wearing specs for the whole day, even after taking it off now, occasionally i'll be adjusting my specs, which is not even on my face. Even the cleavage behind my ears felt like something kepiting my skull. Biasa in 1 day. LOL&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/17132606-7442412680701123282?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7442412680701123282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=7442412680701123282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7442412680701123282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/7442412680701123282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/hollow-specs.html' title='hollow specs'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SBMzr_4LHWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/AOGcwo3E33g/s72-c/news_glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-533659205034002313</id><published>2008-04-20T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:16:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drive or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'm a coward. i'm don't like to compete and i'm not competent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always put myself in those situations and those thoughts make me freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, driving. Since that siao experience in Sitiawan and also two accidents that my brother met, which the first one i was in, i have a little trauma in it, especially when the car i'm in is so near to the next car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car racing laps in Sitiawan, the maximum speed was only 60 km/hr. Even that, i felt the pressure. It was a suffering experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week after dinner, i had to follow my mummy to fetch my brother to PJ. He stays there mar. As she sped on the road (which i was thinking so, but for her, it's slow), i tried to relate myself in that situation. Lol. It was scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193542138679991634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SBMrDv4LHVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wI1EOOkSG9s/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i doubt. Should i or should i not learn driving? Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-533659205034002313?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/533659205034002313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=533659205034002313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/533659205034002313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/533659205034002313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/drive-or-not.html' title='drive or not?'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SBMrDv4LHVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/wI1EOOkSG9s/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4463292381286704667</id><published>2008-04-20T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:38:25.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag=nag... x tahan weh</title><content type='html'>This 1 Michael Sam 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What have you realised recently?&lt;br /&gt;i just got fatter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;br /&gt;to my pillows... lol... i dunno how many times lagi. my sleeping pose quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 11 blog buddies you would take with you?&lt;br /&gt;must be blog buddies meh? i dunno lar... but must bring all my js friends together lor esp my 2 bros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;everyone on earth to be saved and brought up to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;duh... so many times... double rainbow is common nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;many things... but definitely not weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;if that 1 mil can save some souls to heaven, i'll consider investing on that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;if she loves me, haha... i'll try my best to make her confess to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;mike? lol... has he any? loud, noisy and friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;she must be... hmm... *giggles*... never mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;do u have rights to hate anyone? Luke 6:27a says love ur enemies. Luke 10:27c says love ur neighbours as yourselves. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the one thing you cannot live without?&lt;br /&gt;God's grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;be told in private&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;the love of GOD and His daily renewed mercies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;not really. scared of overspending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If your house burned down, what is the ONE thing you’d save from your room?&lt;br /&gt;my Bible cover with the Bible inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;my siaoness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?&lt;br /&gt;"andrew... i think u can become a pastor later"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. [supposely my question] Are you happy you've been tag by me? why?&lt;br /&gt;sort of... cuz i know people do read my posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4463292381286704667?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4463292381286704667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4463292381286704667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4463292381286704667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4463292381286704667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagnag-x-tahan-weh.html' title='tag=nag... x tahan weh'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1345516522164586435</id><published>2008-04-19T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:40:16.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why men must be fit?</title><content type='html'>I think you guys and girls remember how i was so choosy in food, how i calculated the calories of the food i take and how i make sure my portion of food is lesser than most of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many people's eyes, these acts are normally done by girls or some super DFA people. You might even think i'm one of the two, or both. And i'm a metrosexual... whatever... whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But try to think from another perspective. Why not cut down on calories and be fit? I am in a way being fair to my future spouse, if i ever have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not make this a taboo subject. To be frank, both men and women wants to have good body contact with the partner, as in ahem... sex. This is planned by God to reproduce and enhance the couple's intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a wife who has a husband with big belly. Somehow she might think like this, "My friends husbands are so macho, so yeng, but my husband got big belly, so not attractive." Eventually this will lead to adultery. Many of us might think that love is blind. Love can cover all flaws. Hello? Wake up, that's agape. God agapes us, but still, our flaws are laid bare in front of Him. And how many would actually love their spouse enough to die for them? Not many, i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1 Corinthians 7:14, it says "The wife's body does not belong to her alone but also to her husband. In the same way, the husband's body does not belong to him alone but also to his wife." When you get married, your body also belongs to your spouse. So take good care of it to please your spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a husband or a wife refuses to keep a healthy body, it somehow... i mean somehow... it reflects that person as someone who doesn't know how to manage his  or her life well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, start to prepare youselves for a happy and blissful marriage. Be fair to your spouse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1345516522164586435?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1345516522164586435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1345516522164586435&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1345516522164586435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1345516522164586435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-men-must-be-fit.html' title='Why men must be fit?'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1254631133564205778</id><published>2008-04-18T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:56:31.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAjDnKCrLDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/X5FpYgUPdm8/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190613648022383666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAjDnKCrLDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/X5FpYgUPdm8/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; literally red HOT guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAjCxaCrLAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xDLE4DrwRNU/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAjCx6CrLBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TcDo_v9vt8M/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190612733194349586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAjCx6CrLBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TcDo_v9vt8M/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAjCyKCrLCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ttGxIntPv9M/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190612737489316898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAjCyKCrLCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ttGxIntPv9M/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry weh, my hair is not so nice at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i'm not kiasu ok? The McD people gave me one. I didn't beg from them.&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/17132606-1254631133564205778?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1254631133564205778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1254631133564205778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1254631133564205778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1254631133564205778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-it-again.html' title='i got it again...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAjDnKCrLDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/X5FpYgUPdm8/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1662974889307679665</id><published>2008-04-18T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:34:56.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit prawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My father just called home and said he's not having his dinner at home. So kesian me because i have to eat his share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid prawn, got additional stuffs one. The dung lar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190609151191624690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAi_haCrK_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yarov1tn9uE/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&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/17132606-1662974889307679665?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1662974889307679665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1662974889307679665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1662974889307679665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1662974889307679665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/shit-prawn.html' title='Shit prawn'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAi_haCrK_I/AAAAAAAAAX4/yarov1tn9uE/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-701957944479124962</id><published>2008-04-18T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:17:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what makes a christian a christian?</title><content type='html'>Lunch time for me was real beh syok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the canteen in my working place served ice-cream for dessert. The staffs there were so 'smart' that they display it out, not in an ice box or fridge. So it was melting. The ice-creams are packed in hard little paper covered plastic containers so it's easy to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing when i collected my lunch and sat down was to open the ice-cream container and see how much it melted. It was melting fast and getting very soft, so i rushed back to the counter to get some ice to cover the container lar, at least can make it tahan a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a stuff...yes! stuff again! She hor, like a little tak syok me. i tried to reason with her that i need those few cubes of ice to save my dessert. But she sort of scolded me, saying 'aiskrim ini sejuk sampai keras. Tak payah ais.' Then she sort of challenged me, 'Kalau aiskrim dah cair, you datang tukar.' Oh please, i've already taken a bite lar. Really feel like taking the ice-cream and throw on her face and say 'inilah keras!'. Or just simply make noise and embarass her. i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to my place to finish my food. All i could think was that i don't want to finish the food and try my level best to say it that their food really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, something strucked me. Suddenly i remembered that i am supposed to be salt and light to my working place. Immediately i became like a good boy, though the anger is still in me. My thought switched. No point making so much trouble just over the meal. So i told myself to just finish the food on my plate and cabut back up to continue working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i finished them, put the whole tray on a designated place, went back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what makes a christian, a Christian? A Christian loves and forgives 77 times, or more. A Christian loves his/her enemies, does good to those who hate him/her, blesses those curse him/her and prays for those who mistreat them. Thank God that HE taught me this lesson even i was 'enjoying' something that throws my stomach upside down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-701957944479124962?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/701957944479124962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=701957944479124962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/701957944479124962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/701957944479124962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-makes-christian-christian.html' title='what makes a christian a christian?'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-6650011235601109893</id><published>2008-04-17T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:43:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wear specs liao!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAdh4KCrK6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/0ChDS45MAOY/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190224712963926946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAdh4KCrK6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/0ChDS45MAOY/s400/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAdh4qCrK7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/tmroNLwLSN0/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190224721553861554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAdh4qCrK7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/tmroNLwLSN0/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My face sucks, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair is undoubtly suckz... haiz... stupid camera lor. Take low quality pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-6650011235601109893?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6650011235601109893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=6650011235601109893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/6650011235601109893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/6650011235601109893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wear-specs-liao.html' title='i wear specs liao!!!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAdh4KCrK6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/0ChDS45MAOY/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1753321512127259585</id><published>2008-04-17T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:27:24.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag lagi?!</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think i will get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Eat, sleep and... whatever... i don't have enough sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you have a close close close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll pray for him/her. Luke 6:28 2nd part says, "pray for those who mistreat you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Make an impact in the lives of Youth today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;You can hardly or never survive in Klang Valley without money. Sure thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;the LOVE of GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you feel like doing, right now?&lt;br /&gt;rebond my hair and slim myself down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;no gua... i'll wait for her to confess to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;James... hmm lemme think.&lt;br /&gt;Cute... adorable but ug..ahem... jk lar. He looks cute with his specs lor.&lt;br /&gt;Has a heart for God's work... he doesn't play a fool with his post&lt;br /&gt;kind! He drove the Sentul kids to lrt station from PJ Trinity leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;34-27-34... joking ler. she must be a Cantonese speaking Christian girl. Younger than i a little. Thinks maturely. Really fears God, not nominal Christian. Always wanting to attach to me yet able to give me personal space. Never dominates me. Loves me. Lets me kiss her forehead. more coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;'Chuen' people who think so highly of themselves. My foot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;Getting a degree or whatever in Chinese Medicine and go become pastor after a few years of doctoring using Chinese herbs. my current ambition lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;br /&gt;being a cool person to the point of 'lala'. i'm not against cool people ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;God, who is my Provider, Healer, Peace, Righteousness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a more manly person, at the same time, gentle with a manly touch... x lembut type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;i think only God. Not even my close friends i share everything. Sorry weh to you all, i hope u guys understand me, my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the pulpit? slimmer? taller? more yeng? taking a patient's pulse? praying for people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What would i love to do once in my life time?&lt;br /&gt;lick the toilet floor. i already did that in PD Methodist Centre and would not do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malas wanna tag people. if you feel like you want to kena tagged, feel free to copy this and inform me once you've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1753321512127259585?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1753321512127259585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1753321512127259585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1753321512127259585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1753321512127259585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/tag-lagi.html' title='tag lagi?!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3873247673174983643</id><published>2008-04-16T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T00:39:42.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiasu kl folks... cannot tahan</title><content type='html'>You see, KL seems to be a place of wealth. But have you seriously think of it before, that the cost of living in KL is so high that the upah benar... err... Ekonomi Asas students know whats that.... yeah the upah benar is very low. Even small towns like Sitiawan, people earn lesser than KL folks, but can be richer than them, because the things are cheaper there. Upah benar higher. So you get the idea of upah benar now? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KL people can be soooooo kiasu. This happened on Tuesday after working hours. I was at the monorail station. Some McD guys were distributing some sort of leaflets. A woman asked for more. Coupons again. Yucks... The guy gave her a lot and even asked her to pass some to her friends. Both also kiasu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Wednesday morning, i reached the station and was greeted by the McD guys... n girls. They were raising their voices and said "Mc Donald's free breakfast!" Wow. They passed to me one. See, i'm not kiasu, i didn't ask from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is it... no purchasing condition lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189876189252758370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAYk5aCrK2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-5kAbg3u_o8/s400/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189877451973143410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAYmC6CrK3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/1sxXUClziac/s400/CCF16042008_00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189883069790366610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAYrJ6CrK5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/XM-4sKWwEO4/s400/CCI16042008_00000.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, i actually sort of ran away on Tuesday evening to avoid receiving anymore leaflets. So, u think, was i stupid? i'm not kiasu ok!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3873247673174983643?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3873247673174983643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3873247673174983643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3873247673174983643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3873247673174983643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/kiasu-kl-folks-cannot-tahan.html' title='kiasu kl folks... cannot tahan'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/SAYk5aCrK2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-5kAbg3u_o8/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-6356599357879104005</id><published>2008-04-16T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:46:13.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's grace is so wonderful</title><content type='html'>Let me start my story from the time i almost finish working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job ends at 6 p.m. It was 5.30 p.m. and the sky was pouring super heavily. All i did was to tell God in my heart that i'll be leaving at about 6.30 p.m., and the rain to stop completely at that time, because of my halfway done tasks. So when i left my office at 6.20p.m., well, the rain stopped completely. Walau eh... God really listen to my requests leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was in the monorail station. As usual, that place is crowded. As the carriage came and people forced their way in, i was almost at the door. All i was thinking was that the guard will signal to shut the door before i enter, and i'll hop into the next one. But the guard... he stretched his left hand and swept the people in the carriage, including me! Then i thought, it could be God's will why i got in, perhaps to get the coming bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was. Just moments i reached the bus station after the monorail, just about 7, my only bus to home came. So it was for this reason lar... i got 'stuffed' into the carriage. If i were to get a later one, i guess the bus i'll hop in will be at 7.30 p.m.++. And guess what, the front door stopped just in front of me, that i do not have to 'fight' with other passangers to get in fast and get a place to stand. No place to sit liao... sometimes no place to stand oso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though these don't seem to be dramatic or great, but little blessings and good things that come in time or on time will be cherished by me. i can count my blessings and be thankful because of these, and these little encounters made me to have stronger faith in God. Thank Him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-6356599357879104005?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6356599357879104005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=6356599357879104005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/6356599357879104005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/6356599357879104005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/gods-grace-is-so-wonderful.html' title='God&apos;s grace is so wonderful'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2221103080631669665</id><published>2008-04-15T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:54:37.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kena tag... AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>this one is from Enwei... Miss Kuantan lor... this shows that im always popular... ceh perasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List out Top 5 present you wish for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;1. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A car. once i get 1 i'll learn driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;2. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Sushi, fries, potato wedges, chicken patties, bacon wrap prawn... droolzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;3. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;hp with mp3... or just something portable that plays music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;4. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;New hairstyle. Must be straight hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;5. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;slim body, pimpleless face, tall frame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who tagged me is Enwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 5 impressions of Enwei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;1. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;eats a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;2. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;won't get fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;3. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;kononnya Ms Kuantan. Neh, that Uncle Chye Kooi Loong lor, National War Historian called her that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;4. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;She cannot live without chocolate. Must be imported one lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;5. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;kacau-ed and continue kacau-ing me with fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Memorable Things he/she has Give/Done for You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting up a fish pic on her blog to annoy me and bacon+prawn pic to make me drool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Memorable Words he/she said to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Tan arr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choi!!! don't even think of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't lar... i'm too &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; to be hated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enwei arr... sorry weh... i malas want to tag other people... still got tags from others belum siap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2221103080631669665?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2221103080631669665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2221103080631669665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2221103080631669665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2221103080631669665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/kena-tag-again.html' title='kena tag... AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2733506943359374750</id><published>2008-04-14T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:25:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ciplak punya office...</title><content type='html'>Today i real beh syok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me talk about the electric supply. Walau eh... suddenly cut off twice, just after i came back from lunch. Then i found myself cannot do anything because almost everything there depend on electricity mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hor, something happened to the invoices i settled yesterday. Felt so stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst one. My pay got delayed again! Really kee siao weh. Originally they agreed to pay me every Wednesday. Then it turned out to be Thursday. And the next pay was Friday , and then Monday. So sweat man!!! Anyway today i didn't get my pay also. They said my 3rd pay will be combined with my 4th pay and will be issued this Thursday. No delay again please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2733506943359374750?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2733506943359374750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2733506943359374750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2733506943359374750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2733506943359374750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/ciplak-punya-office.html' title='ciplak punya office...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1205712823713391905</id><published>2008-04-13T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:33:17.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor? me?</title><content type='html'>Today 2 people freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st was Kent, then aunty Patti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After MYF, i packed the laptop and returned it to the church office. Then Kent came to me and said that whatever i did today, he saw the pastor in me. He said he wasn't joking. LOL, i freaked out 'kau kau' and told him not to prophesy at that time because i wasn't prepared for that challenge mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was sitting on the bench, teaching Timothy Physics. Aunty Patti suddenly asked me whether i am going to be a pastor. i was so shocked and i looked at Kent who was sitting beside me and i told her that Kent just mentioned that he saw that pastor in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is what i did today in church and you decide whether i looked pastor-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all last minute. Rekha called me about 20 minutes before service starts, when i was on the way to church. She said... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MYF IS IN CHARGE OF CHILDREN MINISTRY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Wah siao... so last minute, how to prepare? Then she said think of something that has to do with love your enemies. Wow! That's my favourite verse leh! Woohoo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just before children ministry started, Rekha who was sitting beside me put her hand on my right knee cap and prayed for me without even telling me prior to that. I remembered Uncle Steven said of his own experience. Because he was rushing time, he was sort of not accepting the journey mercies prayer by a church in his heart. Soon after that he met with an accident but thank God both he and his daughter was unhurt. Immediately i agree with her prayer, fearing that God will take words away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all go up lor. Dee and Albert acted as two friends who didn't want to befriend Rekha because she pulled her hair. Albert even made a claim that if you want to keep nice hairstyle, do not befriend Rekha. Then i went to them and sort of counsel them and pop my favourite verse out. The whole thing went on quite smoothly lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was MYF, and instead of doing a live band or flaunt my 3 hours learnt piano chords for worship, i put up songs and do the worship session, like what we did in JS. Well, Rekha said at least the high I boys shut their gabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these took place before the two of them freaked me out. It sounds like a confirmation leh. But if i really have to step my feet into this field, well, i know God will guide me 1...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1205712823713391905?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1205712823713391905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1205712823713391905&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1205712823713391905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1205712823713391905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/pastor-me.html' title='Pastor? me?'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-976807893242214590</id><published>2008-04-13T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:56:43.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning chords!</title><content type='html'>This happened yesterday. After 1/2 day of work, i went to church to kononnya practise some songs with the piano with Wen Dee's help. Actually at the end i didn't practise any songs, but i got to learn piano chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... Didn't know that piano chords is so easy. Also thank Dee for her free piano class. LOL. She had to bear my siao-ness for that 3 hours. Kesian her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-976807893242214590?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/976807893242214590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=976807893242214590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/976807893242214590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/976807893242214590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/learning-chords.html' title='learning chords!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-1008478611674535625</id><published>2008-04-11T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:41:15.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tough day... err... tough hour...</title><content type='html'>The 9th BK Postal Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tough man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some wrong... so malufying... haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-1008478611674535625?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1008478611674535625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=1008478611674535625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1008478611674535625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/1008478611674535625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/tough-day-err-tough-hour.html' title='tough day... err... tough hour...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3975358704224237204</id><published>2008-04-10T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:44:51.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BK postal quizzie</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be BK Postal quiz in MBS. Not drawing poster lar... i used 2 have that thought last time when i was in F1 F2. Postal simple means that quiz will come by post. i awedi took leave just for this day ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 1-10 and Genesis 1-3, Good News Bible. Hope i can do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3975358704224237204?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3975358704224237204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3975358704224237204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3975358704224237204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3975358704224237204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/bk-postal-quizzie.html' title='BK postal quizzie'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-8477026632419023281</id><published>2008-04-09T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:48:30.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today deep in my heart, i cursed the suppliers 'kau kau'!!! That was becaused they made the statements and invoices kelam-kabut. This caused them to be not tally. Some even showed obvious wrong calculations on da invoices. The Cost Control Dept. has their part to be blamed as well, as they are supposed to calculate the sum of each invoice before sending to Accounts Dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i know why the cursings came to my mind. i think too highly of myself. i think that i can be such a professional in accountancy even without the basic accounts education in school. all i can think was that, why can't they be honest? why must they cheat? why must they be so careless? They... i mean the CC Dept. ... should be fired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, never mind lar. Still have to thank God for guiding me to point out mistakes. i think i'm like Joseph in the Old Testament. Because of my presence there, things get better due to God's many blessings upon me. It's a way to show God's glory to others you know... Haha... Praise Him!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-8477026632419023281?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8477026632419023281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=8477026632419023281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8477026632419023281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/8477026632419023281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-deep-in-my-heart-i-cursed.html' title=''/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2693446396701934700</id><published>2008-04-07T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:26:59.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giler kuase</title><content type='html'>Seriously, though i look bubbly or super DFA sometimes, i'm very ugly. i realised that i'm actually a super gile kuaser person... gila kuasa lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i always wanted to be up up up... the glamour, the pride, the limelight, the fans, the friends, the recognition... but i never know the hard work and efforts that one on the top has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few instances are similar. And the common points are that God was and is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, let me talk about my life as a prefect. A brief one. Election is around the corner. The 'bit*hes' just got more 'bit*hy'. Well, sorry for this harsh word. But they were really that. Almost every prefect in F4 in that year did their own 'campaign'. I did it i guess. I wanted to be high above. At least some Executive Committee posts. I ended up being a Head of Committee for one of the committees immediately below the EXCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, about my SPM. I always wanted to get full A's in my public exams. Well, that happened for me for UPSR &amp;amp; PMR. But just before i receive the news about my SPM results, the voice in me told me to 'expect the unexpected'. The results turned out to be really unexpected. Not full A's, but a considered-good result, with surprises here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the recent one. District MYF elections. In my mind, all i was thinking was the top post. But until the few minutes of the transition time between the end of the elections of the Southen and Selangor district committees and the beginning of the Federal district one, i went to the washroom. On my way, i prayed to God that if He raises me up to that position, He will help me through. Even if i do not get any post, i will be happy for the ones elected and will help them. Just to ease my kan cheong-ness and to prepare to be disappointed lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name was nominated twice for the president and treasurer post. i got treasurer ler. Quite an easy thing i guess. William who is the secretary agrees that both of us will help each other since i'm slightly good in words and he is good in numbers. So no swapping of posts. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this 3 instances, the common thing is that God did not put me in the highest place yet did not leave me out. He puts me at the right place, just right! It's true wad... because a person who has no vision like me is better to help than to organise. So the post of a treasurer is just nice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gained confidence but at the same time, no pride. So i can say that God did not cut off or lift up high my horn. horn=power,authority... . He only trim my horn to be a nice one. Haha. Thank and praise HIM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2693446396701934700?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2693446396701934700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2693446396701934700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2693446396701934700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2693446396701934700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/giler-kuase.html' title='giler kuase'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-5290927269417154122</id><published>2008-04-02T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:54:40.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus rocks?</title><content type='html'>After a youth camp or a Christian concert, many youths will say "Jesus rawks!!!" or something similar. Those cool, cool statements about Jesus lar. Well, it's normal. And it's true. Jesus is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, does that statement come deep from their heart, or they just simply got emo after some praise and worship sessions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When disaster strikes, your partner betrays you, your friends gossip about you, your waistline just increased, your exam results sucks, your favourite bolster is taken away from you, your pants has a hole, your hair is no longer 'chun', your pimples grow super fast, your chocolate bar is eaten by worms, you are scolded for nothing, your Christian friends sort of not supporting you, your idea is banned bulat-bulat... Will you still say Jesus rocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You give and take away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You give and take away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My heart will choose to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Lord, blessed be Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-5290927269417154122?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5290927269417154122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=5290927269417154122&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5290927269417154122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5290927269417154122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/jesus-rocks.html' title='Jesus rocks?'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-2966916314099613184</id><published>2008-04-01T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:57:05.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>msn freakz...</title><content type='html'>Accounts Department is only 1 level above Sales Department, in Equatorial lar. The only way down from Acc Dept is the stairs, and the only way out from the hotel is the magneted door in Sales. As i have done my work and called it a day, i walked down lor... sorry for the granny story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i almost reach Sales, i heard the familiar sound... it's MSN!!! i saw a girl using MSN while she's still doing her work. Wow... Accounts never had this priviledge, at least not the PC in front of me. 1st of all, the monitor is a flat screen, sounds good huh? The programme is Windows 95! 2nd, no internet connection. 3rd, Accounts never have extra free time. Bosses and staffs in Accounts often come early and return late. Even during lunch hour, they have their meals fast and return to their seats within 1/2 hour time. That's me lar... LOL... and some others. See, Accounts is all the time busy especially during end of the month until the 4th of the next month, with suppliers calling almost non-stop asking about their payments. Real fortunate bunch of Sales people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i know why Shu Yi can go MSN while in office... Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-2966916314099613184?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2966916314099613184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=2966916314099613184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2966916314099613184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/2966916314099613184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/msn-freakz.html' title='msn freakz...'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-3087145745512104397</id><published>2008-03-31T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:06:57.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kena tag non-stop!!!</title><content type='html'>- You -&lt;br /&gt;First Name: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: hon... pin pin... short short &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;siu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name you wish you had: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; name hon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;roxx&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;What do people normally mistake your name as: kangaroo&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Appearence&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you: in between the height of a broomstick and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were taller: duh... something like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yuen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Feung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye colour: Very dark brown, almost black. how i wish it's 100% black.&lt;br /&gt;Natural Hair color: black... little, not-so-obvious brown if under the sun&lt;br /&gt;Current Hair color: " "&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: very long in the eyes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MBS&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; short in the eyes of salons.&lt;br /&gt;Ever dye your hair a bizarre color: Oh please... i like my black hair...&lt;br /&gt;Last time you did something dramatic with your hair: Gelled my hair during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;JS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glasses or contacts: Both. Glasses was so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This or that-&lt;br /&gt;Flowers or Chocolate: Chocolate!!! milk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;choco&lt;/span&gt;... no nuts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: slimming tea&lt;br /&gt;Rap or Rock: neither...&lt;br /&gt;School or Work: play!!!&lt;br /&gt;Movies or Music: Y? u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;belanja&lt;/span&gt; me movie n concerts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;izzit&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Country or City: country in a city.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny or Rainy days: as long as it pleases me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Favorites-&lt;br /&gt;Flower: no way!!!&lt;br /&gt;Candy: floss!!!&lt;br /&gt;Color: Green... green is good for eyes. Red... red is HOT... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; like blue... cool as blue... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bluekz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singer: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jolin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tsai&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; was history... now arr... Christian songs and hymns singers... not those&lt;br /&gt;high pitch or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;pavarotti&lt;/span&gt; type... i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;beh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Word: God's Word... esp Luke 6:27-28&lt;br /&gt;Junk food: i take no junk food... so fattening...&lt;br /&gt;Website: no point telling... as if u will visit...&lt;br /&gt;Location: my own bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;Animal: anything except fish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEN DEE!!! Don't say i didn't do my homework!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-3087145745512104397?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3087145745512104397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=3087145745512104397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3087145745512104397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/3087145745512104397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/kena-tag-non-stop.html' title='kena tag non-stop!!!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-546954684644641350</id><published>2008-03-28T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:13:50.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kena tagged again!!!</title><content type='html'>Real name: andrew wong wai HOT... oops... hon&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: hon hon&lt;br /&gt;Married: dun... obviously..... no&lt;br /&gt;Male/Female: im not a boy, not yet a man...&lt;br /&gt;High school: Methodist Boys'... super siao in rules...&lt;br /&gt;College: got money only think of it, aiyar... F6 lar&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair?: short i guess... itz long if im still in MBS&lt;br /&gt;Are u a health freak?: i think so... less calories &amp;amp; cholesterols&lt;br /&gt;Height:Ok lar... counted a little above average among kl ppl...&lt;br /&gt;Do u have a crush on someone?:duh... almost in every camp&lt;br /&gt;Do u like yourself?: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Piercings:neva&lt;br /&gt;Righty of lefty: right... but trying my best to use left hand to train my right brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first...&lt;br /&gt;surgery: got meh?&lt;br /&gt;person u see in the morning: myself, in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;award: 1st in class in kindergarten, 4 yrs young&lt;br /&gt;sports u join: Badminton, actually... i hardly sport... not interested&lt;br /&gt;pet: dogs... got fish oso... i'm scared of fish!!!&lt;br /&gt;vacation: singapore... when i was in my mummy's womb&lt;br /&gt;concert: don't go&lt;br /&gt;first crush: dowan to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently...&lt;br /&gt;eating: eat what lar... just came back from wedding banquet&lt;br /&gt;drinking: my own saliva&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to: sleep&lt;br /&gt;Your FutureWant kids: Yes! but i'm lazy to even think of the process&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: lazy leh...&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind: Chinese doctor!!! pastor? teacher? businessman?&lt;br /&gt;Which is better?Lips or eyes?: duh... both lar...&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses?: hugs for now, kisses for wedding night!!! but lazy to kiss leh...&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller?: tall gua...&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or spontaneous?: either one at certain times&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive or loud?: sensitive... err... super sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Troublemaker or hesitant?: Hesitant&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever...kissed a stranger?: if he or she let me lar, currently never&lt;br /&gt;drank bubbles?: accidentally... licked a small amount&lt;br /&gt;lost glasses/contacts?: breaked and scratched glasses, switch to contacts but occasionaly swapped both sides&lt;br /&gt;ran away from home?: never...&lt;br /&gt;liked someone younger?: yeah... my crushes are always younger&lt;br /&gt;liked someone older?: never&lt;br /&gt;broke someone's heart?: quite often i guess...&lt;br /&gt;been arrested?: i'm a good boy!!!&lt;br /&gt;cried when someone died?: No tears... but will force myself to if needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u believe in...yourself?: yeah&lt;br /&gt;miracles?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;heaven?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus?: well, he exist but too commercialised&lt;br /&gt;magic?: Yes... tricks lar... but there are magics done by demons.. beware&lt;br /&gt;angels?: Yes... LMC puchong got 1!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-546954684644641350?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/546954684644641350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=546954684644641350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/546954684644641350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/546954684644641350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/kena-tagged-again.html' title='kena tagged again!!!'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-4558325884079694897</id><published>2008-03-27T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:16:18.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fruit of my labour</title><content type='html'>i always think that the first taste of the fruit of our own hard work is the sweetest of all things, besides the grace of God. Well, i had it today... yesterday actually because this post is supposed to be done by yesternite. 1st pay of my first job ever!!! i thought i'll shed my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing is... nothing also... i was busy and was called in to the room where the paymaster counts money almost every hour... Kesian her. So i mah went in lor... Took it... no extra ordinary feelings. i was busy, i guess. So i was emo-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, i pass part of the fruit to my parent's, saying that it's my first pay in my lifetime. But they told me to keep it. Haiz... so hard to be a good son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-4558325884079694897?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4558325884079694897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=4558325884079694897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4558325884079694897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/4558325884079694897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/fruit-of-my-labour.html' title='fruit of my labour'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17132606.post-5688318039555517831</id><published>2008-03-26T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:16:38.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siao day</title><content type='html'>Today was a busy day in the Accounting Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My task was photocopying huge stacks of account statements. The thing i hate the most is when the paper got stuck in that clumsy, big machine. Luckily there was instructions on the LCD screen on how to deal with it. Then i ran down a few times from the Accounting Department to the Purchasing Department. Not very tiring, but i was wearing fake leather. A little not so comfortable. Plus, standing for a long time in front of the photocopier was hurting my heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, i walk from the hotel to KLCC. i wanted to go to the post office mar. To send something that was urgent. Well, urgent last time but not now. Lepas the deadline jor. But it is still important to send. So sad!!! The closing time is 6 p.m., and i left office at about 6.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, i'll try the General Post Office. Same thing. i reached there at about 7 p.m. The "bungkusan" office got people, but the automatic door is locked, and the stuffs...yes... no spelling error... they are not staffs but stuffs! The stuffs were busy doing some "close shop" work and none at least have the courtesy to come and tell me it's closed. No manners punya stuffs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last shot was the mini post office near my house. Well, i didn't know the closing time until i reached there. Initially, i thought it's 9 p.m., but what i saw was 8.45 p.m. close. And i looked at my mobile phone. Shoo... it's 8.50 something p.m. The guy inside didn't even want to do anymore transactions. Haiz... i brought the bungkusan out with me early this morning and brought it back. Kee siao!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can only wait and send it later... Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17132606-5688318039555517831?l=honhonandrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5688318039555517831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17132606&amp;postID=5688318039555517831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5688318039555517831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17132606/posts/default/5688318039555517831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honhonandrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/siao-day.html' title='siao day'/><author><name>hon hon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029794539059584909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_bTy5yVECGPY/R8u5CjnPItI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CNarOUfFN28/S220/Picture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
