<?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-4799843144884165376</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:13:32.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-6664857831562379795</id><published>2009-12-09T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:50:17.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>Never thought I would ever drop a tear.. My tears used to be priceless..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Steam, I let u down, I can't control my tears..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-6664857831562379795?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/6664857831562379795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=6664857831562379795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/6664857831562379795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/6664857831562379795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/12/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-8740610979934057863</id><published>2009-11-13T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:24:22.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the time of the year... Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sv1b0KAhYyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g8RcJeJ3Rl0/s1600-h/12112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After having weeks and weeks of non stop quizzes and tests, today they all finally came to an end. Which means that I can finally have some time to breath and have some proper rest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The long awaited holidays are finally here.. And its only 18 days away.. yeah~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold on a second.. Did I left out something? If all the quizzes and tests are over, why is the still 18 days to go before the holidays.. Hmmm.. Oh yeah, I think i remember whats in between..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap, there's still the finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which kinda reminds me that it's the time of the year... Again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll definitely notice that exams are just around a corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sv1b0KAhYyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g8RcJeJ3Rl0/s400/12112009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403576079512331042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll think that there's a warehouse sale or some freebies giveaway when you see a sight like this... until you notice the word library written on the entrance of the warehouse sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really have come to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY ON EARTH DID I GET INTO SUCH A MISERABLE SCHOOL WITH THIS BUNCH OF STUDENTS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I'm gonna set a rule thats goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Whoever studies a single word before the exams will immediately be expelled by the school'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world will be a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-8740610979934057863?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/8740610979934057863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=8740610979934057863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/8740610979934057863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/8740610979934057863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s the time of the year... Again'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sv1b0KAhYyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/g8RcJeJ3Rl0/s72-c/12112009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-4171897497394688110</id><published>2009-10-09T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:38:09.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLASH MODE</title><content type='html'>Spent my last few days waking up every morning predicting that today will be just like yesterday, the day before, and the day before, and the day before.. and it goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to have surprises every morning, where you will call me every morning to wake me up. Now, the only surprise i get every morning when i wake up is 'WTF!! SO LATE ALREADY AH!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when the irritating sound of the never ending alarm from my phone annoys the hell out of me this morning, I get a special surprise I get on this particular day of the week. "WTF!! FRIDAY ALREADY AH!1' And there goes one more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel happy being able to wake up every Friday morning. I have a special love for Fridays, just like how other people have a special hatred for Mondays. Fridays are like a counter to me. It reminds to be grateful and feel lucky that I am able to live happily and healthily for another week. It reminds me that after today, its another week gone and I'm getting another week closer to finishing my semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute..... Did I just say another week gone? WTF!!!! There goes another week and I didn't manage to do anything last week! In fact, I hadn't been doing anything since the start of the semester. I wake up, eat breakfast, go lectures, eat lunch, go lectures, eat dinner,back room, talk and sleep. Can't seem to find anything important, anything meaningful in my everyday routine. SHIT!! I wasted my time doing nothing except for wasting oxygen and wasting money. I didn't even study for my subjects! I'm not gonna continue on like this making my youth go to waste (although everybody's youth is has became a waste since the stupid education system has been introduce. Screw those who invented the education system!). I'm not gonna just sit around letting my face and my skin grow older and older although I know there's nothing I get to do about that. I never did anything significant anything meaningful and anything proud enough in my life to be able to stand up high and say "I'm more successful than you are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.. If you want me to think of something to describe my life, I will say that my life is like a broken record. Yes, the broken record you see in those old school movies that keeps on repeating itself over and over again. In modern English, I'll say that its like a pirated cd. It starts perfectly and plays perfectly during the first few minutes. And after a song or two, it starts to skip some sections of the song. And when you get lucky, you get to listen to a whole part of the song repeating itself over..... and over.................... and over...................... and over again............... My life now is just like the corrupted part. It keeps in repeating itself until hell knows when.. Damn I really am useless.. At least people get to spend their time doing things they like to do. I cant even find a thing I like to do.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a rock in the middle of a desert........ It's sand everywhere. I just cant see something around that fits with me.&lt;br /&gt;If I continue on writing like this, I'm gonna open my window and jump off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the topic of wasting my youth. I somehow decided that if I'm gonna let my skin grow old and let my hair grow long and waste my time, I might as well waste the time at studying. it's not that I have decided to work hard. I can't even be bothered to study for results. I just think that if I'm gonna waste my time sitting around clicking on books which have a face on it, I might as well just spend some time on real books since exam is just right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like suicide. If you have already decided to jump off from the roof on the 20th storey, and the edge is just right around the corner, you might as well stab yourself in the chest with a knife and let gravity pull your unconscious body spraying blood from your still beating heart on every window on your way down. That way, you can spend your time enjoying the pain in your chest and at the same time have 20 storey of time to flash back on your life.&lt;br /&gt;It's called dying a graceful death.&lt;br /&gt;And before you realize whats happening, everything will end in a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;FLASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby declare my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;FLASH MODE &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it starts and ends in a flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-4171897497394688110?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/4171897497394688110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=4171897497394688110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/4171897497394688110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/4171897497394688110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/10/flash-mode.html' title='FLASH MODE'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-729755295228557461</id><published>2009-05-18T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:08:54.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Feedback Mechanism</title><content type='html'>Somehow i feel that the weather is just like a positive feedback. The hotter it gets, more and more people install airconds and more heat is released by that compressor thing installed together with your air cond. Besides, you get free CFC emission which is one of the deadliest ozone killer. There's worse, with the rise in temperature, parents tend to stay inside their luxury cars and burn petrol just to keep themself cold while waiting for their beloved children in school. Try turning the air cond in you car to max and stand outside next to the door, you'll know how much heat the people outside suffer while you enjoy your day reading novels and listening to your favourite radio.. Turn of your damned vehicles while you are not moving it anywhere! wtf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the clouds in the sky, START RAINING ALREADY YOU USELESS PIECE OF WHITE CRAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-729755295228557461?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/729755295228557461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=729755295228557461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/729755295228557461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/729755295228557461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/05/positive-feedback-mechanism.html' title='Positive Feedback Mechanism'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-8071168078649765397</id><published>2009-05-18T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:49:01.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearby Bushfire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/ShIMPBDSk_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/4FpUf6K7LCo/s1600-h/4189_77441808220_695798220_1670766_5074289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a few days since my last update. Few days ago i kept on cursing about the damn hot waether and now I'm in oerth, enjoying the cold breeze and the fresh air. I feel lika a barbequed chicken removed from the fire and thrown straight into the freezer.. oh yeah it feels good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My flight was at 6 am, and as usual Iwas doing some last minute packing the night before. As usual I cleaned myself and prepared to go to bed. I went down to have a cup of water which is when my dad came home and asked me to chech out the glow at the hill behind our house. I went out and saw a yellowish red glow and heard some crackling sound which was quite loud. I walked towards the glow which is a few houses away from mine and saw the source of that beautiful glow. A small bushfire was burning the barbequed trees behing the my neighbours house. The night breeze was feeding oxygen to spreading the fire just like those "satay boys" you see on a roadside stall feeding the fire with the "kipas". As the fire was quite small campared to the fire in the photo in my previous post, it's actually quite a beautiful scene. Too bad I didn't have a tripod with me or the pictures might look even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337342283389274754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/ShIMhz4XCoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7mO1_2BZFwU/s400/4189_77441808220_695798220_1670766_5074289_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337341962223415282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/ShIMPHcc7_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6oCSK6WmpBg/s400/4189_77441818220_695798220_1670768_5191821_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 20 minutes later, some bomba were spotted climbing the hills using something like a fireproof cloth to beat up the fire. I though bombas were supposed to used something more high tech like "hose and water" instead of "cloth and hands". I though I wanted to see them put out the fire but they took so long that I lost interest and went to sleep instead. Hoorah for the heroes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total death and damage assumed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;500 ants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 plants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 birds' nest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and 50 minutes of sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curse you, stupid weather for giving sunburn and the lack of sleep.. I hate the equator~!&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/4799843144884165376-8071168078649765397?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/8071168078649765397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=8071168078649765397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/8071168078649765397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/8071168078649765397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/05/nearby-bushfire.html' title='Nearby Bushfire'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/ShIMhz4XCoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7mO1_2BZFwU/s72-c/4189_77441808220_695798220_1670766_5074289_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-5692165538033181692</id><published>2009-05-11T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:26:54.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming... Global Warning..</title><content type='html'>Since the day i left Singapore and came back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;, the weather here has been hot like hell. Just when I thought Singapore is considerably closer to the Equator than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;, it turns out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; felt hell lot more hot. 'How hot?' you might ask. From the temperature readings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; is a well 2~4 degrees Celsius higher than Singapore, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a big deal! While the hot weather could be frustrating enough, the sunshine here is definitely skin killing and cancer causing. If I were a turkey, I'd describe my situation now as being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;deeped&lt;/span&gt; into a big bowl of boiling hot oil (the hot weather) and the entire bowl being put into a microwave oven set at full blast (the radiation from the sunlight). There's definitely no other better ways to describe the heat I'm undergoing now. I might just die.. In fact, i have been driving around these 3 days in my car and my skin has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;noticebly&lt;/span&gt; turned black! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;.. I spent 2 whole semesters avoiding the sun and now I'm being thrown back into square 1 just for a few hours driving?! I'm gonna wear a jacket to protect my delicate skin starting tomorrow, or else my white tofu like skin might as well become oil tofu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these.. thanks to the effect of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cglobal&lt;/span&gt; warming.. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; a single pathetic piece of cloud in the sky for days.. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hasnt&lt;/span&gt; been a single drop of rain in weeks when u need it.. And when once in a while u see some dark clouds started forming, its just stupid pity cloud trying to act like a rain cloud. In fact, i think my skin releases more moisture to the air by perspiration than depending on the unreliable rain cloud wannabe.. If this continues on for few more days, I might just change my blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;URL&lt;/span&gt; to www.steamlessfumes.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; not just it, apparently the hectic weather did not only pissed me off, even the trees up on the hills can take no more of this. One of the trees went haywire and lit itself up, turning into flames, which resulted in a homicide up the hillside. The trees burning massacre started sometime around noon and the number of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;casualtrees&lt;/span&gt; continue to grow as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; typing now.. Its quite a beautiful scene for me though, since my house is not located anywhere near the forest fire, the photos i manage to take was quite beautiful. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;loks&lt;/span&gt; as if Beverly Hills area had turned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kundasang&lt;/span&gt;, with the mist covering the hills and mountains. You can even have a glance at the famous Mount &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Kinabalu&lt;/span&gt; on the second photo. Looks pretty cold in the picture if u can just ignore the glowing fire at the right end of the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Click on the Image to Enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sggx8XOYyBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0qmFAHVMeJc/s1600-h/IMG_4730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sggx8XOYyBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0qmFAHVMeJc/s400/IMG_4730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334568671716624402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sggx8TIeXmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JSfc2WrtSA8/s1600-h/IMG_4721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sggx8TIeXmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JSfc2WrtSA8/s400/IMG_4721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334568670618082914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you come to think about it, why is the fire still burning now since it has already started in the afternoon? What happened to our tax money spent on the fire department? Is this fire too small to be just ignored or maybe the firemen did do their job by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;prayin&lt;/span&gt;g to their god for rain so they wont need to leave their comfy fire house? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;.. Malaysia's really a nice place with its own unique culture and attitude.. With this kind of slacking lifestyle, only Malaysia have the ability to survive among all the countries in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I think i gotta go apply heaps of lotion to my hands and neck or else the next thing that catches fire is my tofu skin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a global warming, or more like a global warning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-5692165538033181692?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/5692165538033181692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=5692165538033181692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/5692165538033181692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/5692165538033181692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/05/global-warming-global-warning.html' title='Global Warming... Global Warning..'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sggx8XOYyBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0qmFAHVMeJc/s72-c/IMG_4730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-3168649358238721003</id><published>2009-04-24T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:18:37.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year down, 3 more years to go</title><content type='html'>Unless your entire body is covered with fungi, or you have a test tomorrow but you just don't give a damn about it, or either you're gonna kill yourself the first thing you wake up in the morning, don't waste your time reading this post. It will be a complete waste of 5 precious minutes in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after all the hectic exam studies and 'I don't give a damn, I just wanna study' period, things are starting to slow down for me to catch some break. In fact, starting from today, I'm gonna catch some serious break for 3 months.. 3 whole months with nothing to worry about expect the depths my pity wallet is gonna withstand with my fingers poking into it digging through every single corner for pieces of papers or chunks of metals allowing me to 'barter' them for other things. In fact, this might be one of the toughest time for pity ol' wally as I'm gonna do some serious travelling for the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, imma go back to KK in a week time. After spending a week at KK, which is definitely not long enough for even my bed to warm up, I'm gonna catch a flight to KL. Haven decided the period Im gonna stick around KL yet though. Next destination, Perth, which I'm gonna spend 3 full weeks accompanying my fragile girlfren to go through her exams. After 3 long weeks which is gonna past by before u can even sneeze, its back to KL again. From there, Penang will be the next place I'm gonna sleep. And before I can even make my ass comfortable, I'm back to KK again. If my life continues on like this, the number of times i take a plane is gonna be more than the times i ride on those snail paced, ears deafening, nose bleeding, head floating, infamous city buses of KK, the 'Bas Berhenti-Henti' (stop wherever I love to even if its blocking the whole f**king road buses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I gotta stop myself being drifted away by craps.. My first year in my famous for suicides university has come to an end. Of all the lifeless months I spent here, I'm gonna simplify everything into a short and brief post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically every morning you wake up sitting on your bed, the first thing which came to your mind is "WTF.. Is this deja vu? I thought I's already been through this yesterday, and the day before it, and the day before the day before it, and the day before........." Oh yeah, thats exactly what you'd think when u open your eyes. It kinda makes u feel like.... you are going haywire or something. Therefor, to escape the reality that you are imagining things and going though your life in a loop, u start to think "No Man.. I'm not gonna make my day today the same as yesterday, or the day before.. What should I do? Hmmm..... Oh yeah.. I'm gonna skip lecture today. That way, it wont be the same as yesterday!" Briliant plan.. and what happens when u wake up to the same thing again tomorrow? skip meals? If life continues on like this. You'll definitely got haywire before you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a completely dull 1st semester, things start to get worse. The 2nd semester, which you might as well flush the thought that it will be any different from the last semester down the toilet. The only thing that's gonna differ when you wake up in the morning is the amount of dust collecting in you room day by day. The dust in some places are so thick, that even the dirtiest bravest insect with the biggest guts dont even dare to step a foot in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefor to save myself from insanity, I went to look for a part time job, which ended up making me being a librarian. Due to some unforseen irregularities, I was only able to work for 4 housr a week, which as well as not working at all. But at least, that gave me something to do other than sitting in the room counting the number of rotation the fan on the ceiling spins in 10 minutes. When u are working in a library, u get to see books the way normal people don't. Best of all, you get to see the boxes which were used to contain these books. For example..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SfH_883-2_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JX6ynp53aQA/s1600-h/24042009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SfH_883-2_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JX6ynp53aQA/s320/24042009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328321256754174962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what kind of idiot would name their company GAYLORD?! The whole company must have been ran be homos.. What exactly do you offer for QUALITY, INNOVATION and EXPERTISE? "Your Trusted Source" some more.. Walao... People dont trust 'lords' which are 'gay' unless everyones a friggin homo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.. This post is gonna be longer than I expected. In fact, to cut it short, I think that will do for now. More posts ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-3168649358238721003?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/3168649358238721003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=3168649358238721003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/3168649358238721003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/3168649358238721003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-year-down-3-more-years-to-go.html' title='1 year down, 3 more years to go'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SfH_883-2_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JX6ynp53aQA/s72-c/24042009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-655546573009880587</id><published>2009-04-10T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:32:32.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Inspired Crappy Theory</title><content type='html'>I am starting to realize that I'm getting less and less sleep day by day.. I get an average or 35 hours of sleep a day.. Which is kinda reducing my lifespan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what made me came up with another theory.. I think that the amount of hours every person can live is somehow inversely proportional to the total time a person stays awake. This means that the longer u stay awake, or the less time u spend sleeping, the shorter your lifespan will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a person who sleeps an average 10 hours a day will live longer than a person who only sleeps 5 hours a day. If everyone have a fixed amount of time to stay awake, lets say 400 awake hours, the person sleeping 10 hours a day will use up 14 awake hours a day and will live up to 28 days; as for the one who sleeps only 5 hours a day, he will be using up 19 awake hours everyday, which makes him only possible to sustain his life to 21 days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, great scientist and musicians die at a young age, and people in a come seems hard to die (they spend all their time sleeping), and once they gain consciousness, they die soon as they used up their last remaining awake hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great one eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's like a preserves pickles, the more you preserve it, the longer your expiry date..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna preserve myself now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey Night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-655546573009880587?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/655546573009880587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=655546573009880587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/655546573009880587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/655546573009880587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-inspired-crappy-theory.html' title='More Inspired Crappy Theory'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-1349168138077699097</id><published>2009-03-17T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:45:13.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless post.. Read if you have noting else better to do..</title><content type='html'>Once again, I have nothing to do (just a cover up though, my girlfren actually made me do it..) until I actually bothered to update my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is,  when i was talking with my girlfriend this afternoon, she told me her guy friend made a blog for his girlfriend. Then her mouth started babbling around saying things girls say best when they think that their boyfriend is not good as other people's boyfriend just because of some stupid reason. Out of curiosity, I asked ' What's so special about making a blog for his girlfriend?' As expected she just shower tons of adjectives indicating how absent minded and how ungrateful I am comparing to that guy.. Fortunately I grew up by eating people's complaints, digesting them up and turning them into my own source of energy. That's not the point though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that blog is used to post those sweet photos of them sticking their head together making faces with all the organs squashed together like ' cha sau bao' and labeled that photo as 'my sweetheart and me' or ' hubby and me' or 'babe and me' and maybe 'Marley and Me'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend told that if i made a blog for her she will be so touched and cry all night..  Unfortunately I'm not as crazy as her fren doing pointless things considered as romantic.. No la no la.. Do you think that a guy who don't even bother to update a blog will make a blog for you my darling? Cute larh you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make a blog for you, because I don;t see the point having one. Whats the point making a blog with only you and me reading it? So i came up with this.. A post for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking about my girlfren in this post so many times everytime i wanna type the word 'girlfren' i have to use 'ctrl+v' to paste the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold~~~&lt;br /&gt;My Girlfren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sb_XttIF5xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8rJG3Pqhfhc/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sb_XttIF5xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8rJG3Pqhfhc/s320/DSC00180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314203265528096530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Babee.. I've been calling here babee decades ago until I forgot what her real name is. Sorry guys.. Doesn't she look cute.. Chubby.. short.. little sweet thing she was.. However, rumours said that she had lost so much weight since this picture was taken, you can actually gather all the fat she managed to lose and use them to fry a whole bucket of KFC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sb_bRiFks1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/k1VZPEFoqLQ/s1600-h/KFC_Bucket_HR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sb_bRiFks1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/k1VZPEFoqLQ/s320/KFC_Bucket_HR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314207179574915922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now she's as slim as those models in the posters for Osim u'u zap' advertisements and i reckon she can be the cover girl for VOGUE magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sb_fcY7vW5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LUoZNjP4TSA/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-1ba000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sb_fcY7vW5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LUoZNjP4TSA/s320/PhotoFunia-1ba000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314211764142824338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was going to start sharing our sweet memories but realised that most of you guys ain't interested at poking your noses into other people's private life (at least that's what I feel everytime someone starts to brag about their sweet sweet private life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is supposed to mean nothing but to introduce my babee to those who never see her before or only heard of her as a myth. And as for those who just known me, Yes I'm occupied..... and I'm NOT GAY!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sb_hddGZiFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uz5Xa1D2xbA/s1600-h/n674699173_641723_5720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sb_hddGZiFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uz5Xa1D2xbA/s320/n674699173_641723_5720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314213981464397906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sometimes believe that if I were a girl, I'll have guys queuing up from Singapore to JB to be my boyfren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that bombshell, it's time to catch some sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-1349168138077699097?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/1349168138077699097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=1349168138077699097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/1349168138077699097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/1349168138077699097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-believe-im-doing-this.html' title='Pointless post.. Read if you have noting else better to do..'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/Sb_XttIF5xI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8rJG3Pqhfhc/s72-c/DSC00180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-5519227726290394229</id><published>2009-03-02T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:45:14.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping off the block</title><content type='html'>As u all should know after reading my blog for some time( although there's nothing much to read but crap), I normally do not update my blog until spiders start making web around it.. Surprisingly I decided to update it today although the dust just started collecting because something extraordinary happened today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all can see from the title, you should have a slight picture of what this post is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime around school this morning, my friend told me something that sounded totally like a ridiculous rumour considering the smirk on his face when he told me. "SOMEONE JUST JUMPED OF THE SCHOOL OF EEE THIS MORNING!". I was like " WTF Are You Shitting Me?!". "Damn I'm not shitting you! Everyone's been talking about it already! How come you so OUT.." Great, it sounded totally bizzare when I went online a read about the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, that some final year student from Indonesia had some unsolved grudge with his final year supervising professor, finally decided to freak out and "&lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/Breaking%2BNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_344879.html"&gt;stabbed him at the back&lt;/a&gt;", cut his own wrist, walked to a bridge connecting 2 buildings and fell of the bridge. Then a hero saw the incident and thought that since he can't be of any help using his superpowers, decided to call the police instead. Good job hero. After 15 minutes, that guy was pronounced dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes us start wondering, what happened to him that he decided to end his life in such a kamikaze way.. Maybe he just wanted to think out of the box, jump out of the block..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-5519227726290394229?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/5519227726290394229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=5519227726290394229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/5519227726290394229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/5519227726290394229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/03/jumping-off-block.html' title='Jumping off the block'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-247552849871029979</id><published>2009-01-31T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T05:51:00.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malayisan Bananas</title><content type='html'>*18 SX Mild sexual content ahead. If you are below 18, ignore this sign and continue to read as if you are 21*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tidying my room today since i just came back from my short CNY holidays ( the shortest CNY in Malaysia I've been through is at least 1 whole week, compared to the pitiful 2 days holiday in Singapore... which makes Singapore holidays feel like a sneeze). After skipping 2 days classes plus the weekend, i somehow managed to extend my holiday to 5 days, which makes my progress in studies long left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been gone for like 5 days and amazingly my feet can feel the dust on the floor once i reached out for my first step in my room. Great.. Another day gone for cleaning up my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sweeping the floor and washing my clothes I went out to do some grocery shopping. Hope these food worth around SGD40 can last me for at least 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ_FgMFmVI/AAAAAAAAADI/fgKOI0bPhW8/s1600-h/31012009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ_FgMFmVI/AAAAAAAAADI/fgKOI0bPhW8/s320/31012009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297428425467074898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ_gU99ptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XSo8AXRiAgI/s1600-h/31012009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ_gU99ptI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XSo8AXRiAgI/s320/31012009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297428886311511762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Dolllars actually sound quite cheap considering the things i bought will at least cost me RM60 back in Sabah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However after doing some maths, $40 * 2.41 = RM 96.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.. I guess thats why they say "Don't ever convert any foreign currency in RM if you are overseas, or else you will starve to death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actualling find it quite amazing how such a lucky country like Malaysia, having all kinds of natural resources, having such a big land area, having a lot of tourist attraction, located in such a strategic place, manage to have one of the world's most useless currency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you might say that 1 Ringgit can buy 10 Baht leh~~ What the.. A bowl of frieng kuey teow only cost you 30 Baht, but in KK the same amount of fried kuey teow will easily cost you 5 Ringgit, and thats excluding the f**king 5%GST and 10% service charge! You count by yourself lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter which country you go, excluding the 3rd world countries, you will find that our Ringgit is somehow considered useless. You can't even go Thailand and spend like a rich guy ( like those Western tourist used to in Malaysia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was buying groceries, I saw something dark purplish brown, like the size of a guy's reproductive organ during orgasm, collectively grown in a bunch,hanging at the fruits section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD...&lt;br /&gt;The "Malaysian Bananas"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYRFbLEQx2I/AAAAAAAAADY/XbSNqkPSLTM/s1600-h/31012009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYRFbLEQx2I/AAAAAAAAADY/XbSNqkPSLTM/s320/31012009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297435394823997282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Malasian Bananas Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYRFbfPrAXI/AAAAAAAAADo/3BHLTeQJtGk/s1600-h/31012009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYRFbfPrAXI/AAAAAAAAADo/3BHLTeQJtGk/s320/31012009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297435400240562546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYRFbYqaedI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZPQOO40RUiM/s1600-h/31012009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYRFbYqaedI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZPQOO40RUiM/s320/31012009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297435398473677266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                             and i thought bananas should look like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYRXEo0RCMI/AAAAAAAAADw/RGoDATCbyQs/s1600-h/bananas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYRXEo0RCMI/AAAAAAAAADw/RGoDATCbyQs/s320/bananas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297454798882277570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;br /&gt;I'm not shitting you!! They are really called Malaysian Bananas (at least thats what printed on the sticker). Due to my lousy 2.0 megapixel camera phone camera with no aotufocus + super steady shot, the words on the sticker cannot be well displated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. I never thought Malaysia have such bananas. No wonder the Malaysian population keeps on increasing.. I know the reason liaw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if these bananas are called Malaysian among the species &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homo bananiens &lt;/span&gt;because they were born in Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because of the dark brown skin which resembles the superior skin color of Malaysian Malays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-247552849871029979?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/247552849871029979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=247552849871029979' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/247552849871029979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/247552849871029979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/01/malayisan-bananas.html' title='Malayisan Bananas'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ_FgMFmVI/AAAAAAAAADI/fgKOI0bPhW8/s72-c/31012009%28004%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-8564350319632978527</id><published>2009-01-04T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:58:48.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9HX8cgkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l1jLTLU6l3k/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9GxnVqeI/AAAAAAAAACI/lp6jvmUPhxg/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9Gf33HWI/AAAAAAAAACA/HwXFlzO8Byk/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever begins, also ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last update was in the middle of the exam period and before I even have the time to shout "GOODBYE 2008",  here I am back in my hall. I haven't made a single sound since the moment i fell asleep last night. I'm starting to wonder if this kind of life continues for some time, i'll sooner or later forget how to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month's holiday was fun (although most of the time I was just sitting at home starring at the flat piece of technology able to show pictures that moves inside a piece of rectangular frame). Besides that, my ex-class somehow managed to held an outing to Summer Bay (whoever gave it the name kinda overdid), Melinsung where most of us get to spent our time together, updating ourselves with news and gossips which were outdated for 1 whole year (most of us retired from gossips since we graduated, some rare individuals somehow seemed to have an in born talent of digging gossips and secrets wherever they go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip kinda brought back the good old memories when we went there 3 years ago. Hmm.. Lets see if we can bring back some memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB5M_hu5SI/AAAAAAAAABo/NOBh9j0VCVo/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB5M_hu5SI/AAAAAAAAABo/NOBh9j0VCVo/s320/DSC00419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287359226651272482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                       now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB56ZX_ibI/AAAAAAAAABw/-sOgrqC4RUU/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB56ZX_ibI/AAAAAAAAABw/-sOgrqC4RUU/s320/DSC00278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287360006683855282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            couple of years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9H-QL9UI/AAAAAAAAACY/vycbl7KDcQ8/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9H-QL9UI/AAAAAAAAACY/vycbl7KDcQ8/s320/DSC00336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287363538456409410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Which year do you think it is! The clothes are the same!&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9HX8cgkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l1jLTLU6l3k/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9HX8cgkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l1jLTLU6l3k/s320/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287363528173060674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                           now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB66BlqzSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZSY85Kkn__g/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB66BlqzSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZSY85Kkn__g/s320/DSC00463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287361099810393378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      few years ago *notice Amos's boobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9Gf33HWI/AAAAAAAAACA/HwXFlzO8Byk/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9Gf33HWI/AAAAAAAAACA/HwXFlzO8Byk/s320/DSC00462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287363513121447266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   now * the background kinda look like it was&lt;br /&gt;                                                 CRTL+C and CTRL+V from the previous photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9GxnVqeI/AAAAAAAAACI/lp6jvmUPhxg/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB9GxnVqeI/AAAAAAAAACI/lp6jvmUPhxg/s320/DSC00469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287363517883984354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           my dear brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. The sky looks kinda dark, time to go buy some groceries before it becomes too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-8564350319632978527?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/8564350319632978527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=8564350319632978527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/8564350319632978527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/8564350319632978527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SWB5M_hu5SI/AAAAAAAAABo/NOBh9j0VCVo/s72-c/DSC00419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-1711755270272507689</id><published>2008-11-12T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:25:17.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two down.. Three to go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 3 more papers to go next week, i wont let go of any chance to slack around.. Here I am again.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wondered how its like to be in heaven? Have you ever wished that you could say "I don't give a damn.." and just levitate away and catch some fresh air in the clouds? I can tell you that i have been there, I have actually been to heaven, and here is a photo I managed to take just before my ability to levitate ran out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SRrjJ-1HbWI/AAAAAAAAABg/VTf66qlQdgM/s1600-h/11112008.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SRrjJ-1HbWI/AAAAAAAAABg/VTf66qlQdgM/s320/11112008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267772474787327330" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However.. The air in heaven ain't that fresh and nice as you think it should be.. Out of curiosity, i asked a flying by angel, "I thought the air in haven should smell like 'heaven', what's that weird smell?" That hot pretty angel told me, "Hey charming, you came the wrong time.. Some angel workers are fogging our area, there seems to be alot of mosquitoes dying down there and ended up here lately. Have you guys been killing alot of em lately?" I opened my mouth but didn't managed to say anything when I start falling back to ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. I guess mosquitoes do have their life after death too.. So, to all of you out there, who dislike mosquitoes as much as everyone else do, stop making their wish to go to heaven come true.. Let them suck some sip of your blood before swapping them.. Otherwise, they will all end up in heaven.. After all, you don't wanna go to a heaven full of mosquitoes flying around do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some kind of crap..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to all of you having exam..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-1711755270272507689?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/1711755270272507689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=1711755270272507689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/1711755270272507689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/1711755270272507689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-down-three-to-go.html' title='Two down.. Three to go..'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SRrjJ-1HbWI/AAAAAAAAABg/VTf66qlQdgM/s72-c/11112008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-8754558222626870921</id><published>2008-11-08T10:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:26:47.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Ah Singh</title><content type='html'>For all of you who are still studying, here's something to let you relax and catch some air after hours of suffocating studies.. Malaysians should have no problem understanding this joke, for those who don find it funny.. I dunno how can I help you..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is called..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;THE STORY OF AH SINGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you call:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A Singh who is a sailor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;Karpal Singh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A Singh who attends Chinese wedding party?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;Yam Singh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A Singh who is digging a hole?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;Menggali Singh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A Singh who likes to slap people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;Tau Ba Singh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A Singh who is a gangster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;SamSingh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. A Singh who is lost?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;MisSingh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. A Singh who is noisy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;BisSingh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A singh who likes herbs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;Gin Singh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. A Singh who kils people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;AssaSingh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. A Singh with one ball?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;BalwantSingh (Ball One Singh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. A Singh with two balls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;BalanSingh (as in balancing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. A Singh with three balls??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;AMAZING!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. A Singh who is swimming in an iced pool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;KuldipSingh (Cold Deep Sink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. A Singh who likes to drink soyabean milk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;YeohHupSingh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. A Singh who owns a ship that sank?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;No lah, not Titanic Singh. He's KaramSingh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. A Singh who was sacked from the national hockey team?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;RelaxSingh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. A Singh who is a lausy Singh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;OwtarSingh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. A Singh who likes roundabout?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;PuSingh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. A Singh who is flying around a broom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;Sou Pah Singh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. A Singh who is a three-star general?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;Sam Lap Singh (Cantonese)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. If the Sikhs were to suceed in forming their own country, what will they call their currency?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;. Mata Wang Ah Singh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Finally, what do you call a Singh who likes to scold people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;TiewNiaSingh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you guys enjoy this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck in exams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-8754558222626870921?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/8754558222626870921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=8754558222626870921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/8754558222626870921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/8754558222626870921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-of-ah-singh.html' title='The Story of Ah Singh'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-5255886857503870678</id><published>2008-11-08T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:45:05.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt &amp; Face</title><content type='html'>Here's something i would like to share with you guys. I was too bored studying and decided to surf the web and here's what i accidentally bumped into.. I am impressed how people actually came up with these kind of things.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brace yourselves... for one of the lamest yet most shockening fact unknown to mankind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BUTT FACE SOAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Did you ever wonder why they bother to add scents to soap? You know -- scents like "lilac morning" or "grapefruit splash" or "evening dew" - those kind of smells?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);  font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Soap companies don't want you to know, but here's the ugly reason... They do it so you won't notice how disgusting the soap smells once you've washed your butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Studies show that 93% of people begin their showers by soaping the lower regions and working upwards. That means that 9 out of 10 people rub something against their face that, only moments earlier, was gliding and probing where the sun don't shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So now you know... The scents are added so you won't realize you're washing your face with tush-tainted soap. But before you puke into your keyboard, check out Butt Face Soap. This brilliant cleanser solves the problem by clearly defining which side of the soap is for the face, and which side is for the butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The words BUTT and FACE are clearly molded into the sides of the soap. And, to make sure there's no confusion, the Butt side of the soap is brown. Crude? You bet. But it gets the job done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now that you know the dark secret behind soap scents, how can you possibly return to your old soap habits? For your next shower, switch to Butt Face Soap - And when it comes time to wash your face, fear not and breathe deeply. (just make sure you're sniffing the right side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Terrific.. Now Imma continue my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;Later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-5255886857503870678?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/5255886857503870678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=5255886857503870678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/5255886857503870678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/5255886857503870678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2008/11/butt-face.html' title='Butt &amp; Face'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-3750050244353806701</id><published>2008-11-07T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:11:09.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Paper Effect</title><content type='html'>Its just great..  After not updating my blog for like 2 months, I finally decided to post something.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not that i have anything special happening around besides the lame o daily uni life thatgave me the sudden incentive to post something up here, its just that after spending 5 minutes in the toilet doing the usual business, i realized something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever noticed that when you are using toilet paper, the closer you gets to the end, the faster it goes.. Life is just like a roll of toilet paper.. Right, I mean "TOILET PAPER"! The closer you come to your life's end, the faster your life goes away.. We always wish that we can have more time, can have a second chance, but unfortunately for us, we don have the ability to bend and stop time and we cannot play god.. Life is a one shot game will only one bullet for every choice.. Think wisely before making any decision and if you feel like doing something, just do it, before you run out of toilet paper! Use you toilet paper wisely, once you tear it off, there's no sticking it back.. Great.. Thats my realization of the day, hope that one day when I'm long gone, the Toilet Paper Effect will be widespread all around the world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for this long awaited post.. My toilet paper is running out.. Until we meet again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Steam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-3750050244353806701?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/3750050244353806701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=3750050244353806701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/3750050244353806701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/3750050244353806701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2008/11/toilet-paper-theorem.html' title='Toilet Paper Effect'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-2824385531716213504</id><published>2008-09-19T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:31:15.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been some time..</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago when i was looking at a friends blog, I saw my own status -- steam (last updated - 5 weeks ago).. Up until now i think it will be 7 weeks sharp, which reminds me the last time i updated my blog was the last time i swept my floor. Dust kept thickening themselves on every immovable furniture and untouchable places, even the floor has been covered but a thin layer of particles. Have you ever imagined the walkway outside your room would be cleaner and you would rather sleep on the floor outside than making any direct skin contact with your room floor? That's exactly how i feel now. Lucky for me my loyal slipper accompanied me everywhere i go in my room, I really salute the person who invented slippers. Maybe slippers were invented to replace brooms and mops. Lucky for me too my roommate is not those squeky clean, dust allergic type. Since the 1st week, we have been talking about buying a broom and mop, which we ended up buying the popular 'Air Wick' to camouflage our room just in case anyone happens to step into our room, they will at least be deceived by the nice sweet smell in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why update my blog once in two full moons? There is actually a hell lot of things i wanna share, and i have a hell lot of time to waste, eveytime i logged in to my blog, my mind gets 'BLOG' and the next thing that happens is the mouse pointer pointing at the close window button. This is just the beggining of my 7 days recess week. I will update you guys whatever happens in the following days.. Hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. I think I'm gonna buy a broom tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-2824385531716213504?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/2824385531716213504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=2824385531716213504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/2824385531716213504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/2824385531716213504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-has-been-some-time.html' title='It has been some time..'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-5860098349229530771</id><published>2008-07-29T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:58:03.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation talk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"You come in just a common guy wearing slippers, you leave as somebody having a tie, coat, and wearing shoes". What a great ending speech..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first time i saw soooooo many new students under one roof in my life.. I was told that the lecturer theater can accomodate around 2500 to 3000 ppl at one time.. And when i knew the talk was going on there I was thinking that it will be impossible to fill up this whole space in one blow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have u ever wondered why lecture theatres were designed in a hemisphere? Have you even wondered for bigger halls, what can they do to make sure students sitting at the uppermost end can have a crystal clear view of whats displayed up in front?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The solution in by placing one gigantic screen in the middle of the front stage, two medium size screens at each side of the gigantic screen, which is commonly seen in normal halls.. But that doesn't solve the visibility problem for those sitting high up. To solve that, five screens which were retractable to back into the ceiling were built, surrounding the highe part of the hall.. Therefore adding all of the numbers together, we get 8 screens in a lecture theatre that fits in 2000 ppl.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228828342981050802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SJCHrKbhQbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6KHKkd4PtWk/s400/29072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                some problem occured when this picture was taken therefore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                          it only shows 4 hanging screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next up is the library. The first time i stepped into the library and looked down, something popped out of my mind. It sure looks like a cyber cafe.. Endless rows of computer can be seen from the main entrance. This is the view of the basement from ground floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228836001084380562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SJCOo7FolZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9qg1y2m3YdQ/s320/26072008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Showing half of it only, there is actually another half of it on the left side.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all for today. By the way this was actually yesterday's post. Can't finish it in time last night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4799843144884165376-5860098349229530771?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/5860098349229530771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=5860098349229530771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/5860098349229530771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/5860098349229530771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2008/07/orientation-talk.html' title='Orientation talk..'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SJCHrKbhQbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6KHKkd4PtWk/s72-c/29072008(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-7475451295035535289</id><published>2008-07-28T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:13:40.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY fm..</title><content type='html'>It's kinda pathetic when I come the think that the last time I listened to the radio or watched tv was like a week ago.. Time has passed since then and my brain has lost contact to the outside world day by day.. I told myself, it's high time for me to listen to my homecountry news, and find out what happened these few days.. Thus, here I am, streaming through Malaysia's most well knowed chinese radio station, My Fm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again, starting to realize that there are more things to do with internet connection with incredible speed.. Since the first day i stayed here, my biological clock has changes.. I started to shift my life from living a daytime life to a nocturnal life.. I start to sleep at 1.00 and wake up at 8.00 morning.. One of the factor contributing to this delay of slepp time is the rise and fall of he sun.. I realised that i will only wake up when my skin detects the u.v. rays coming from the rising sun.. Unfortunately for me, the sun here rises around one hour later than in East Malaysia, therefore my wake up time has been delayed from 7 in the morning to 8.. Consequently my sleeping hours also delayed an hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, ending up listening to MY fm at this hour of time.. Counting down the minutes to my dreams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-7475451295035535289?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/7475451295035535289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=7475451295035535289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/7475451295035535289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/7475451295035535289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-fm.html' title='MY fm..'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-5746636302727539647</id><published>2008-07-27T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:11:39.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore.. So near but yet so far..</title><content type='html'>Awaken by the chirping birds outside my room and the refreshing Sunday morning breeze, it's time to start another day. Today i went downtown to have a walk around bringing nothing but my bag containg my passport, a water bottle and some cash. Noramally back in Malaysia, if you are new to a place and you ain't taking taxi to your destination, a tour guide must be present or at least a map can come in handy so that you can find your way home before midnight; but things here works slightly differently, as long as you have the energy and stamina, you can basically walk all around from place to place by yourself, without asking help from anyone. But of course, basic english is important so that you can read the signboards all around. Getting lost here is literally impossible.. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing about Singapore is there are shopping malls everywhere.. Walking down the streets of Singapore, all you see are malls... malls... and even more malls... Stepping into on of the hundreds of malls with take you to never ending corridors of shops.. Here, everthing is branded, from the fashion shops, to the restaurants and kopitiam.. from brands we see only in some high class malls back in kk like Esprit, Giordano, Baleno... to brands that only exists as a myth in my mind like French Connection, Levi Strauss Signature, any many more which names i have forgotten, you can litterally find brands which is only available in kk at 1 Borneo in every shopping mall here.. For those who enjoy shopping, here is the perfect place for you to be.. Just to let you know there is a sale going on here and everywhere i go i can see banners, posters, papers haging at the glass door that read " Up to 70% Discount", "50 % Discount Storewide" "$6 for ANY TOPS".. And there's a significant difference in the sales going on here compared back in Malaysia.. If you have noticed, Malaysia's sales normally starts counting from 20%, 30% and if you get real lucky you may hit a shop with 70% discount going on, but whats the point of sales if wherever you go you just can't find the right size for your shirt, pants or shoes.. Discount here starts from 50% and the best thing is you can be sure to find your size.. Oh I forgot to mention that even the toilet bowls and water taps are branded.. What the hell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally found our way out of the interconnecting networks of shopping complexes, we saw a gigantic round frame in our front direction with capsules sticking out of it in every 10 metre gap.. It was the famous Singapore Flyer ( I didnt know its name until i got there and saw the signboard). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228089416405741506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SI3nn-bX78I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J24nei9Incg/s320/27072008(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                     Singapore Flyer - from up close&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a ride in it.. The whole place looks and feels like an aiport to me.. Our ride is actually call flight.. Now i know how it got it's name..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a breathtaking 45 minutes ride up there - which should be more beautiful if flying at night, I had a dreamy feeling when stepping right back on solid ground.. Suddenly everything from all around seems to fall back in place.. While up there you just feel like you're umpama tuhan, with everthing below you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we walked all our way to one of the most famous landmarks in Singapore, we call it the durian since we don't know its actual name.. I doubted whether to call it that way since the name seems to downgrade the class of that building.. Its actually used for exhibition purposes and other functions which im not sure about..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228091859784723602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SI3p2MuUbJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XULpxSVHmKs/s320/27072008(073).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                               The Durian... I felt sorry for the name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And following up next is another landmarks known far back in time before we were born and when our parents were still teenagers.. The Merlion.. For you guys who never heard of it and now wondering what in the world is a merlion, lets take a look at the picture below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228092850469823794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SI3qv3UDZTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/oZkSMRdl8rY/s320/27072008(080).jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                        The Merlion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets think about it like this, a MERMAID is a biological combination between a MER...which stands for fish, and a MAID... which stands for a women.. For those who have read Harry Potter - The Goblet of Fire, the term MERPEOPLE should be very familiar.. Its a genetic combination between, again a MER and PEOPLE.. which stand for us, &lt;em&gt;homo sapiens&lt;/em&gt; to be specific.. Next up, whats a MERLION.. You guessed right its a fish and a lion.. Good job figuring out.. This statue sucks up endless suplly of seawater from below and spits it out from its lion mouth in a powerful stream of water.. I actually got sprinkles of water wetting my shirt from this far away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending this one day self guided tour around downtown Singapore, we took a ten minutes walk to the nearest MRT station which is underground and sat down there, waiting for the next train to arrive.. I'm starting to feel some muscle cramps on both of my foot and i can actually fell the muscles of my legs generating and stiffing these few days.. After half a year, I wonder how fit would my legs be.. It's a good experience though, we should think of having a class trip to Singapore if you guys wanna shop rather than going to KL.. Things here aren't so expensive after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the train.. One and a half hours until i reach home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore.. So near but yer so far..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-5746636302727539647?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/5746636302727539647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=5746636302727539647' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/5746636302727539647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/5746636302727539647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2008/07/singapore-so-near-but-yet-so-far.html' title='Singapore.. So near but yet so far..'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SI3nn-bX78I/AAAAAAAAAAM/J24nei9Incg/s72-c/27072008(015).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799843144884165376.post-8503061620877132812</id><published>2008-07-26T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:17:41.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog</title><content type='html'>First of all I wanna thank you for willing to waste your precious time visiting my blog. When we get unlimited internet access, the first thing that pop up in most of our minds is "Hooray, I get to watch as much videos and songs as I like." When we start to feel sick of low def youtube videos and song which can be listen but cant be own, our greed starts to kick in, why not download them so that instead of watching texturized faces and hearing blurred voices, i can watch them in HD. Here's the problem in Singapore, piracy is a strict crime, according to out S3 Ren Secretary Chong Ann Nee (now known as Anne in her office in Jurong), using a non genuine windows in your laptop can make you lose SGD10000, which means that I'm in constamt danger. Back to the point, in a country where piracy (only allowed in Malaysia) is considered a crime, and even littering is considered a serious oofence, you will start to think that what will happen if i got caught, I'm in such a small country, where can I hide myself in case I came into some problem..  So there goes unlimited download..&lt;br /&gt;Thats all, the only thing left to do with this internet is blogging, which is the last thing i do. So here I am, posting my fisrt blog, writing nothing but rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually expecting myself to post something about my life here today, but my condition now is not so good so i think thats all for today..&lt;br /&gt;until we meet again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799843144884165376-8503061620877132812?l=steamyfumes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/feeds/8503061620877132812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799843144884165376&amp;postID=8503061620877132812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/8503061620877132812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799843144884165376/posts/default/8503061620877132812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steamyfumes.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-blog.html' title='My first blog'/><author><name>Steam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00604322139675606369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tHzXZk-3D60/SYQ7T_1ADdI/AAAAAAAAACo/IEM94h95AD0/S220/IMG_3801.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
