<?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-1388634967025140936</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:02:05.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Sublime</title><subtitle type='html'>A pioneer or warrior. Positive, enthusiastic, energetic, independent. Hates monotony and routine work. Ardent lover and reassuring friend. Generous and stimulating, but can become hasty and impatient.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-1431861878747733091</id><published>2009-06-04T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:29:26.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not here</title><content type='html'>I changed blogs. Why? Because I can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mynameissherwin.blogspot.com"&gt;www.mynameissherwin.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-1431861878747733091?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1431861878747733091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=1431861878747733091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/1431861878747733091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/1431861878747733091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-here.html' title='It&apos;s not here'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-8176604740487222278</id><published>2008-10-01T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:38:46.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Klang according to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food For Thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently saw this on &lt;a href="http://aspire800.blogspot.com/"&gt;my brother's blog.&lt;/a&gt; Link : &lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2807838577_83cbed0126_o.jpg?t=1053139"&gt;Guy getting help to photoshop an old picture.&lt;/a&gt; My opinion? Given the circumstances, I think his dad would've accepted that last one.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klang according to me would be, a food haven. I got my classmate Larry who originates from Sarawak to stay over at my place to experience it for himself. Food is the one thing we both concur to and it's probably irrefutable to have anyone else take his place for this experience. And if you're from Klang, you might wanna try these places yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue 1 - Restaurant Taman Chi Liung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situated opposite of Public Bank in Chi Liung is home to one of the best curry laksas. Even for a small bowl of it, one has to wait for a minimal of 30 minutes as there's always a line for it. Larry's thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/10092008477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/10092008477.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue 2 - Klang Jaya Fried Chicken stall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried chicken is definitely a delicacy that is favoured by all. Don't believe me? Why do you think KFC is such a big hit? Though it's just a stall, the ambience of sitting under the stars just work up one's appetite. Reasonable priced and definitely my 'most-visited' places in Klang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/10092008478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/10092008478.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried chicken? Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue 3 - Restaurant Kin Sun, Taman Chi Liung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hawker stall owned by a woman whose name I'm still unfamiliar with sells the best Prawn Mee. Comparitively to any stall you'd find in Subang or P.Jaya, none can go on par with the quality of its taste. I'd tantamount her soup to a lemonade tycoon player who discovered the exact combination for his sell-out lemonade recipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/11092008480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/11092008480.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs again? I'll say just this, Damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue 4 - Restaurant Kebun Kelapa, Pandamaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's seafood in Klang if it isn't in a group? Some of my classmates came down as we feasted upon this. Of course, not all of them came. Some of them were too busy knocking other cars in Kelantan eh? There'll always be next times, and maybe then I could convince you to get your ass to Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/12092008487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/12092008487.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/12092008488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/12092008488.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/12092008485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/12092008485.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid getting his picture taken, he just covered his face with his hand. Aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Larry returned home, the first thing he sms-ed me was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, I gained 2 kg! lol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-8176604740487222278?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/8176604740487222278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=8176604740487222278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/8176604740487222278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/8176604740487222278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/10/klang-according-to-me.html' title='Klang according to me'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-4974481853000771318</id><published>2008-10-01T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:29:07.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Zhi Yuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SOOkrp9rKJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2YZwy5_klYQ/s1600-h/20092008492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SOOkrp9rKJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2YZwy5_klYQ/s320/20092008492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252222660349995154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably in Russia somewhere now, cold and waiting for your next hot lunch of liver and intestines. But remember this, your friends in Malaysia all care for your safety and welfare and when you come back another bash will be held in your honour. Till then, Goodbye Zhi Yuan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't forget, you are to bring back Sharapova's number for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-4974481853000771318?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/4974481853000771318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=4974481853000771318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/4974481853000771318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/4974481853000771318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-zhi-yuan.html' title='Goodbye, Zhi Yuan'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SOOkrp9rKJI/AAAAAAAAAFg/2YZwy5_klYQ/s72-c/20092008492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-5547445857864328730</id><published>2008-09-14T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:40:37.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed signs - Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food For Thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin recently told me that she has a boyfriend called Marcus. Later, she followed up by saying that her classmates Hoi Yee and Jonathan kissed, twice. You wonder what goes on in school nowadays. Thing here is, she's only 6. And you wonder again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever peered around a corner to take another look at a sign which didn't make much sense? No? Then you're probably not living in Malaysia. Inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.funnymalaysia.com/2008/07/you-fail.html"&gt;funnymalaysia.com&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to get some of my own authentic, Malaysian ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed sign #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/10092008474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/10092008474.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sign would make sense if it were a free parking lot. Thing is, I paid 8 bucks that day so that I could park my car there for three hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/10092008473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/10092008473.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this place seem familiar to some of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed sign #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/10092008475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/10092008475.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed sign #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/11092008482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/11092008482.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/11092008483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/11092008483.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say the same for his tag. &lt;strong&gt;You Fail!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-5547445857864328730?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5547445857864328730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=5547445857864328730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/5547445857864328730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/5547445857864328730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/09/malaysian-signs.html' title='Failed signs - Malaysia'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-765281045173970100</id><published>2008-09-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:41:44.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of floral designs and fashion sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SM0vyuu60dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_jAuXcNZbXQ/s1600-h/09092008472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SM0vyuu60dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_jAuXcNZbXQ/s320/09092008472.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245901689541284306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floral designs on pants. I own two of them, for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a movie at pyramid with a few of my friends. Yes, I was wearing one of the pants then. I bumped into an old acquaintance, J back from secondary school where greetings conveyed into small talk. And then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J : Sherwin, your pants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anticipating a smile, a rhetorical remark. Something that would, convey the conversation to a level that would make talking seem effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J : What kind of fashion sense do you have?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right there, an array of emotions rushed through me. Yeah, it hurt but I was convinced he didn't really mean it. After all, it's been so long. He could've been thinking that I only wear floral patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;J : I look at you also ......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortified, I tried to pick up the pieces of my already tainted image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sher : Well, I only wear this only after exams. Just expressing the way I felt. Kinda like my form of short-lived liberation from studies.(which is true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J : Ha ha. So whenever I see you wearing those pants I'll know your feeling good about yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only then I realized why we could never have gone further than just being acquaintances. Looking down on me and probably others of his old buddies upon entering college. That's what enrolling in college does to some eh, 'Kiss up the best, forsake the rest'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teen growing up to American Idol, I used to be one that criticizes on ones ability to sing. Though I was right, my elder brother always disaproved of me doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big : What gives you the right to say whether that person sang well or not? Can you sing better than them? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple words, but it definitely got me thinking. He was right, and soon after I stopped my habit of judging others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he made that remark, he was probably feeling superior and pertaining to the principle my elder brother pointed out to me, a plain white T, 3-quarter pants and slippers would rule out my atrocious pants in being more fashionable. So yeah, based on that I really don't have any fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if that were the case, wouldn't that make you a fashion dope as well? After all, it takes one to know one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I try to refrain myself from doing emo posts. Thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-765281045173970100?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/765281045173970100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=765281045173970100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/765281045173970100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/765281045173970100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-floral-designs-and-fashion-sense.html' title='Of floral designs and fashion sense'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SM0vyuu60dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_jAuXcNZbXQ/s72-c/09092008472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-6759666833886043651</id><published>2008-06-23T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T05:54:46.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food For Thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking, and there is no woman around to hear him, is he still wrong?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an equation that is indisputable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/Formula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/Formula.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Mae Yee for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-6759666833886043651?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/6759666833886043651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=6759666833886043651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/6759666833886043651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/6759666833886043651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/06/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-3751657005126318506</id><published>2008-06-19T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T08:33:27.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest cousin,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/17052008298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/17052008298.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest cousin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene. A child you are, of such tender age. Honesty and innocence, your most favorable qualities. Your presence brings out the best in all of us, to be the role models you so deeply look up to. You revive the laughter and joy of our family, that once existed long ago. And you may never realize how important you are to us, but I promise you that the thought shall not perish. I am truly grateful to Him, that you were bestowed upon us. I've always wanted a little sister, and you are everything and more that I could hope for. The little jokes that we share, the cool handshakes that we did, the silly pranks that we pulled on 'Mel' while he was asleep and all the white lies I've told you to keep you safe and sound. It has been 6 years since your birth, and I've never been happier. The thought of going 6 more without you is just unacceptable. Ah, I still remember the day when I told you of 'Momo', the imaginary monster that eats naughty babies, where you kept me up all night worried that your worst nightmare might come true. When you're older and you finally read this, please know this, I want you to be happy, so if I'm out of place, do forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to your 6th birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008348.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008352.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Making your wish before you blew out the candles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008347.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008362.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008364.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're all grown up, I'll still be there to protect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/07062008365.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So trust me when I say this, I'm your big brother, now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/29052008323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/29052008323.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-3751657005126318506?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3751657005126318506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=3751657005126318506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/3751657005126318506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/3751657005126318506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-my-dearest-cousin.html' title='To my dearest cousin,'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-3428096910608723966</id><published>2008-05-30T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:53:05.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you look for in a party?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.coolfunnyquotes.com/)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st June 2008, 12.28 a.m. I asked everyone online in my contact list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you look for in a party?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave : It's filled with hot chiqs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jien : hot chiqus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicko : chiqs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian : I expect to find girls in parties, is that normal enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;```andrew : I expect to find girls in *panties, is that normal enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan hates Fridays : fun, friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der0nITE : Fun, outdoorsy, and loud music. definately with bitches and dicks around with equal amount&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystle : I dun know.. swt. Food?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khadi : It's the people, the RIGHT people. That would make an awesome party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mae : er..music? dancing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zanne's Speak : a party? perhaps hot guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moxie - Will Kill for Fun : good food. good music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amy da great : good company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't Silly : fun? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wu Gui -sama : look for food, swt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` C h e w ツ : fun? ok la, scanning material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beast-O-Burden : Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jane : alcohol? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my belated birthday, this was what went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0667.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0677.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0671.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0668.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I should sell this to the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0674.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0673.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0664.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0675.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most of the guests went home, some of them crashed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/27042008245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/27042008245.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/27042008243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/27042008243.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/27042008244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/27042008244.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/26042008237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/26042008237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/26042008238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/26042008238.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/26042008239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/26042008239.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/MIlF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/MIlF.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kids, if you see this say you saw it on youtube okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-3428096910608723966?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3428096910608723966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=3428096910608723966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/3428096910608723966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/3428096910608723966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you-look-for-in-party.html' title='What do you look for in a party?'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-895444363678937213</id><published>2008-05-23T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:42:19.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service K1/S5/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food For Thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are like parking spots, the good ones are taken and the free ones are handicapped&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/DeltaOfficialPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/DeltaOfficialPhoto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Program Latihan Khidmat Negara Kumpulan 1 Siri 5 Tahun 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Bout time i posted this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Sherwin, so HOW? How was National Service?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was, Fun.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Fun. And what did I mean by fun? Well, as I narrate through some of the pictures I got from friends. You can see for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/DeltaCompany2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/DeltaCompany2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left : Wilson, Daniel, Jackie, Danny, =), Chi Han, Thiaggu and one more, MC Yip holding the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like school, the only way to survive is form a group of friends you know you'd kick ass with. This, was definitely the way to go for me. Treasured memories, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbMkk8AZuI/AAAAAAAAABY/wqPfjCD-Tbg/s1600-h/Thiaggu+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbMkk8AZuI/AAAAAAAAABY/wqPfjCD-Tbg/s320/Thiaggu+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203571348235904738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thiaggu. A friend and a true comrade. As the leader of company Delta, he was the one who manage to hold the team together in times of togetherness. Under his charismatic leadership, we bestowed upon ourselves many trophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbNvE8AZvI/AAAAAAAAABg/2t4o1RCLxKs/s1600-h/Jackie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbNvE8AZvI/AAAAAAAAABg/2t4o1RCLxKs/s320/Jackie+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203572628136158962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap Ming Yaw, also known as Jackie Chan. Why you ask? It's because of his vague resemblance to his counterpart and the similiarity they both have in conversing in English. He was one of my best friends there, where we would participate in activities just to get an inch closer to the girls there. Here was where 'the Fun' started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbPq08AZwI/AAAAAAAAABo/11YuGmD8O3Q/s1600-h/Jackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbPq08AZwI/AAAAAAAAABo/11YuGmD8O3Q/s320/Jackie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203574754144970498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We normally are the ones that does stuff while the rest just watches. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbQTU8AZxI/AAAAAAAAABw/FASkdl7BthY/s1600-h/Kung+Fu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbQTU8AZxI/AAAAAAAAABw/FASkdl7BthY/s320/Kung+Fu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203575449929672466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbQTk8AZyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wy-X3nog3q8/s1600-h/Kill+jackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbQTk8AZyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Wy-X3nog3q8/s320/Kill+jackie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203575454224639778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handphones. I was actually on the one when this was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbQvk8AZzI/AAAAAAAAACA/9fF_FLPub60/s1600-h/Phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbQvk8AZzI/AAAAAAAAACA/9fF_FLPub60/s320/Phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203575935260976946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbSf08AZ0I/AAAAAAAAACI/CAjb92nWpzQ/s1600-h/KKB+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbSf08AZ0I/AAAAAAAAACI/CAjb92nWpzQ/s320/KKB+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203577863701292866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel. If not for you, I really wouldn't have made it out alive. Thank you for showing me the ropes, for waking me up before the mentors came, for teaching me to speak, 'Cantonese', and for being my best friend there. Chi Han, you could understand me when no one could. We always share similar points of views and taste in the music, girls, etc. Thank you too. And MC Yip, your tit-bits and great sense of warmth surrounding you has truly made me feel right at home there. Though some may not agree with what you say, but I'll always do. Just for you la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to cram all three into one because these idiots refuse to get a one on one picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbTfU8AZ1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QSMPazi3EJY/s1600-h/Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbTfU8AZ1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/QSMPazi3EJY/s320/Ben.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203578954622986066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjy. The little boy, with a big heart. He was my source of food whilst in camp. Potato chips, chocolates, cookies. You name it, he had it, I ate it. Always willing to share what he has with everyone, guided by his Lord,. Truly a man of God. Your sincerity towards Him has really reminded me on believing in mine. And unlike some who switch religions for eye-candy purposes, you have yet to cease to amaze me of your pure and forgiving nature. There was a day where we just talked in the class about life in Klang. Your insecurity among the people whom you trust so much came to me as a shock. Just be yourself friend. What's there not to like about you? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbWnk8AZ2I/AAAAAAAAACY/IfLXkwCzBnc/s1600-h/Yew+Wei+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbWnk8AZ2I/AAAAAAAAACY/IfLXkwCzBnc/s320/Yew+Wei+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203582394891790178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Yew Wei. Who could forget you? Your stunted height, disproportional head to body ratio, and your 'Alien' smile according to some. Putting all that inside, there's no one there I'd rather hang out with than you. You seem to understand the things I went through. We had the same crush on a certain girl, and just like all crushes, you end up crushed. We faced many challenging turmoils. The bathroom brawl was just blissful aiyer? Yew Wei, my friend, my best friend. I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Saw you last Friday in your shorts and green T. Sad to say, I think you look shorter that way&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The essential factor which makes National Service so great is the fact that while you're here, the objective is to survive. Lending aid to one another didn't come from an act of kindness, but through means of desperation. Every act of aid, subsequently causes us to be closer to one another. And as a family, we bombard through all obstacles. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbYAE8AZ3I/AAAAAAAAACg/m8wyEz8wZug/s1600-h/Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbYAE8AZ3I/AAAAAAAAACg/m8wyEz8wZug/s320/Birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203583915310212978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbYAE8AZ4I/AAAAAAAAACo/iOkOwBq2-ms/s1600-h/Birthday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbYAE8AZ4I/AAAAAAAAACo/iOkOwBq2-ms/s320/Birthday+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203583915310212994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very own celebration of You Yin's birthday. The girl all the way from Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/Temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/Temple.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the merge with camp Geocosmo for the Buddhist activity session. I could only stare at Yew Wei with confusion as the rest would be listening to the committee members explaining the activity held. Due to the language barrier of my own native tongue, I had to resort to asking others for translation. Buddhists, Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only at 'Kem Bina Semangat', will you find weird and bizzare activities. We actually had our own mini election, where two representatives will compete with one another for the uhh.. Right, so it's just one big fat popularity contest! Two representatives, became three as some wanted a different candidate than the one that was elected. So it was a really intense day as I had become one of the representative's right hand man. So as his right hand man, I had to settle his campaign, elect people for specific tasks, elect women so that some of the horny guys would vote for him and of course, be beside him for the rest of the day. But at the end of the day, I ran off and went on a photo spree with Jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbdF08AZ5I/AAAAAAAAACw/h9hNIxVGOyg/s1600-h/Jason.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbdF08AZ5I/AAAAAAAAACw/h9hNIxVGOyg/s320/Jason.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203589511652599698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbiG08AZ_I/AAAAAAAAADg/6hbedzzjVCw/s1600-h/Girl+in+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbiG08AZ_I/AAAAAAAAADg/6hbedzzjVCw/s320/Girl+in+pink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203595026390607858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbdGE8AZ6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/hZZ2_HXrrg4/s1600-h/Election+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbdGE8AZ6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/hZZ2_HXrrg4/s320/Election+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203589515947567010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Culture Day here at the camp. Each ethnic had to come up with their own kind of performance for the day. And what Chinese would we be if we didn't have our own lion dance! Yeah! And personally for me, it was truly an unforgettable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbedk8AZ7I/AAAAAAAAADA/DtPlvmSJS0s/s1600-h/Performance+day+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbedk8AZ7I/AAAAAAAAADA/DtPlvmSJS0s/s320/Performance+day+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203591019186120626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbeeE8AZ8I/AAAAAAAAADI/MshZ0mqVzsY/s1600-h/Performance+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbeeE8AZ8I/AAAAAAAAADI/MshZ0mqVzsY/s320/Performance+day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203591027776055234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said aforementioned, company Delta dominated most of the competitions held. One of our significant wins was the Relay Raft competition, where a group of 10 people enter the raft and row across the lake, switch to another group of 10 people, row all the way back and so, of 4 groups. As we, the guys only manage to get 3rd place, the cheering session only got spiritual for the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbgmU8AZ9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/PQEkrr0EAHg/s1600-h/Raft+compeition+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbgmU8AZ9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/PQEkrr0EAHg/s320/Raft+compeition+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203593368533231570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rest of us were cheering, some only cared to their own needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbgmk8AZ-I/AAAAAAAAADY/fQFCVrnaH4s/s1600-h/Raft+compeition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbgmk8AZ-I/AAAAAAAAADY/fQFCVrnaH4s/s320/Raft+compeition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203593372828198882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, all the cheering paid off and the girls got first place. A day to remember, a day to treasure, a day worth seizing. Carpe Diem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're out alone with 200 other guys living in the same camp. You've got a camera, and people with a sense of humour. What do you do next? =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbx408AaKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PT1IK7OaIYU/s1600-h/We+fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbx408AaKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/PT1IK7OaIYU/s320/We+fly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203612378058483874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gradually, it gets stupider and stupider. Like these pictures were based on the theme, 'The Nerd Herd' where we would put our spectacles on and pull up our pants past our belly buttons. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbld08AaAI/AAAAAAAAADo/oKWwprxj668/s1600-h/Nerd+Herd+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbld08AaAI/AAAAAAAAADo/oKWwprxj668/s320/Nerd+Herd+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203598720062482434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea may seem stupid to some of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbld08AaBI/AAAAAAAAADw/fCX2y2CoUC4/s1600-h/Nerd+Herd+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbld08AaBI/AAAAAAAAADw/fCX2y2CoUC4/s320/Nerd+Herd+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203598720062482450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as more people watched,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbleE8AaCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZgGRvQu3b4/s1600-h/Nerd+Herd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbleE8AaCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IZgGRvQu3b4/s320/Nerd+Herd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203598724357449762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got excited and joined in. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a night, all 57 members of Elite 57 Delta wore black. As we walked into the hall that night, I could feel the song 'The Final Countdown' being played harmoniously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the days past, we sub-consciously develop a bond. Some identify it as a gay bond, but what I'd like to call the 'bare bond'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began by revealing our backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which soon led to our fronts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might suggest that those of you under 13 to stay away from the next few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventually, we lost control of our actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it aptly in a nutshell, time spent with your comrades in arms is reward itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/ns6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, open your eyes big big now. You wanted this portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbtcU8AaDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dEaFwevvK8s/s1600-h/Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbtcU8AaDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dEaFwevvK8s/s320/Sarah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203607490385700914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbtck8AaEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iSoB0__1XBE/s1600-h/The+girls+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbtck8AaEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iSoB0__1XBE/s320/The+girls+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203607494680668226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbtdE8AaFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dPq6p3jwchY/s1600-h/The+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbtdE8AaFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dPq6p3jwchY/s320/The+girls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203607503270602834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbtdE8AaGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tMw9l-3NBtU/s1600-h/Pauline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbtdE8AaGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tMw9l-3NBtU/s320/Pauline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203607503270602850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew. Consure 'Liang Pai Kuai' le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course by now you notice the unknown figure in all the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbuyE8AaHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/I4RNFJRuEhM/s1600-h/Jason+-+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbuyE8AaHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/I4RNFJRuEhM/s320/Jason+-+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203608963559483506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's "Suai Ge" (Handsome Guy), as labelled by us. He manages to jump into pictures and subsequently beautify it with his 'handsome'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got my revenge as well in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbvjE8AaII/AAAAAAAAAEo/bXmH_jLMesA/s1600-h/Backtow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbvjE8AaII/AAAAAAAAAEo/bXmH_jLMesA/s320/Backtow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203609805373073538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recapitulation, National Service is a Kick-ass load of Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbxZk8AaJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_SdDwY1djHg/s1600-h/Delta+Company+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbxZk8AaJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_SdDwY1djHg/s320/Delta+Company+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611841187571858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-895444363678937213?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/895444363678937213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=895444363678937213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/895444363678937213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/895444363678937213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/05/national-service-k1s508.html' title='National Service K1/S5/08'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/SDbMkk8AZuI/AAAAAAAAABY/wqPfjCD-Tbg/s72-c/Thiaggu+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-1957755753775124753</id><published>2008-04-23T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:32:35.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Five Year Olds Could You Take in a Fight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/fight5" style="display: block; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/585/628/fight5.c8fe188i3g.jpg) no-repeat; width: 296px; height: 84px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 42px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 145px;"&gt;28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got more chicks than Kentucky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-1957755753775124753?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/1957755753775124753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=1957755753775124753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/1957755753775124753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/1957755753775124753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-many-five-year-olds-could-you-take.html' title='How Many Five Year Olds Could You Take in a Fight?'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-5206113438880076729</id><published>2008-04-21T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T06:04:38.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy a bag, better not be black</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for Thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Declaration of Independence &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- If it's a Malay problem, it's a national problem; If it's a Chinese problem, it's a racial problem; If it's an Indian problem, it's not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Extracted from : Jake - &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Malaysia"&gt;http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragic. It happened so suddenly. I didn't know what to do at the time. All I could do was just smile at my ill fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/11042008200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no glass there, mind you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By now, you would already have summarized what had happened. But for those facing contradictory conclusions, here's what really happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a Friday night. My brother and I were suppose to meet up with my parents at a hawker stall called "555". We arrived there 'early' as my mother has never been punctual for anything this trivial. My aunt and cousin who came down from Australia was with her. My brother and I parked at a lot situated at the middle of the street. We parked facing an empty field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An hour of eating elapsed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brother and I returned to the car. Unaware of the missing glass, we entered the car and started arguing that we should have ordered more satay. When I started the car, I realized that the I could still hear the noise from outside. As I was looking at my brother, my eyes peered to the window behind him. I looked closely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sher : Eh Mel, is it me or is the glass at the window gone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel : Huh? Where?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Got out of the car and checked*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sher : Holy &lt;a href="mailto:shi!@#$%"&gt;shi!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*. Quick check the bags.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Mel turns around and check the bags*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel : Small, your bag is missing. The rest are...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sher : What the &lt;a href="mailto:fuc!@#$%"&gt;fuc!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel : Just your bag is gone. My bag is still here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The contents of my Taylors College sling bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My 'Body Glove' pencil box, in it was a calculator, a few pens, a few mechanical pencils and my geometry set&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My 'DotA' playing sweater. This sweater hold many memories for me as it kept me warm during my National Service days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A plastic file containing empty sheets of paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jake's 'Chemical Bonding' Notes (I'll replace it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I made several conclusions that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Conclusions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Taylors College sling bag looks like a laptop bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't put your bags at the back seat, where people can see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thieves do not use bluetooth technology to detect your laptops, they just use their eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The alarm didn't go off, because the glass wasn't broken. Instead it was cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The perpetrator is a car mechanic. They are the only ones skilled to pry the window open without detection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bag is a decorative item. It shouldn't be used to store things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad had to pay RM 400 to replace the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The thieves ran off with a bag full of empty sheets of paper, my pencil box and my sweater. My F.O.S. bottle next to the bag was worth more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel : Your bag and everything in it is gone and Dad has to pay for the window. Why are you smiling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sher : Because, I just got robbed. For the first time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sherwin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-5206113438880076729?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5206113438880076729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=5206113438880076729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/5206113438880076729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/5206113438880076729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/04/buy-bag-better-not-be-black.html' title='Buy a bag, better not be black'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-968551252494411751</id><published>2008-04-21T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T05:58:14.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Map</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Map&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quick, download it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sherwin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-968551252494411751?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/968551252494411751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=968551252494411751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/968551252494411751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/968551252494411751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2008/04/map.html' title='The Map'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-3233273058349656348</id><published>2007-12-15T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T07:32:45.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT Sports Park - Paintball</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food For Thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintball. Indeed a sport of merriment and pleasure, but with an exorbitant following. Bearing this concept in mind, Shaun, Yindran, Justin, Woon, Keat Yeong, Teck Juan and I embarked on a priceless experience of sheer shooting. Teck Juan was the coordinator for the outing where he invited 5 other S3 students, which consisted of Jeffery, Wai Kit, Henri, Roy and Hong Kim. The prospects of having a shootout between the S2 and S3 students gave me a boost in morale as I am a man of adherence and devotion when the unity of classes are concerned. I only knew about this a day before the event, and thoughts of victory and glory were already swirling and saturated nside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Alas, an opportunity to transcend above the S3 students in a whole new arena. A chance to settle the rivalry and conflict on a battlefield where we can call ourselves Men after. An tremendous fortuitous bequeathed upon me and my fellow comrades. And tomorrow, all that we shall do, is Seize the day - Carpe Diem'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with Justin giving me a ride to the train station. As we arrived at the wrong station, we decided to buy a ticket to the next station to meet up with the rest. Keat Yeong and Hong Kim just arrived then as well, so together we went to the next station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got on the train, the gang told us that everyone was ready and that we're ready to head off to the Subang Jaya station. So, they bought us tickets from that station to the latter so that we need not get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the Shah Alam station, Woon wasn't present at the station to board the train. So, we all got off and waited for nearly an hour for his arrival. Yesh Woon, nearly an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we reached there at 11.15 a.m. Teck Juan had booked the field for 12.00 p.m. The cushion time he foresaw for the late arrivals was spot on. Good Job. Teck Juan capsuled us on how we will be getting to the sports park. The statement he made saying that we had to pass by a crocodile farm startled me. The jolt send my whole body into a paralyzing state. We started walking towards the TT Sports Park. Thank God for the cloudy weather, we were able to enjoy a nice stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'You're marching the wrong way!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Yesh. I own that gay and fugly bag.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it wasn't later on our journey, then I should never have put faith into the words of Teck Juan. Balderdash, drivel, or nonsense. Call it what you want, but it's still rubbish in the end. Take a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A restaurant. He's the only one capable to make such a ludicrous mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we stumbled upon a magnificent field of grass, with Styrofoam barriers scattered randomly. A resplendent sight, indeed. I grinned as I envision myself as one of the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This field was named as 'Kamikaze'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We gathered at the main office and signed ourselves in. Coincidently, all of us were wearing the P.E. T-shirt from our former school. All of us but, Shaun. Gratitude given to Teck Juan for the initiative. I decided to give each one of the S2 Team slick and sly nicknames. No, I'm will not change it even if you gave me money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deservedly, the nickname 'The Maestro'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With his vast knowledge and experience gained from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;three&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  other paintball matches, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he practically dominated every round. His proficient shooting techniques and clumsy running style prove to be a ruling fusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'The Phenomenon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; paintball match under his belt, he proved himself to be on the same par as Teck Juan. His sharp shooting skills has definitely earned him the title, 'The Phenomenon'. His devotion and selflessness has truly become an inspiration to the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'The Vigilant'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First off, I must apologize for the picture. It's the only one I have of you, alone. Justin is a first timer in paintball but has adapted quickly to the tempo of the game. Assigned as the lookout, he has strike down several opponents from far range and halt the forward force of the enemy significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'The Prodigy' or rather, 'The Chiqu Slayer'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just like Justin, this was also his first time. Calling himself 'The Chiqu Slayer', he exudes prodigious qualities that neither of us would expect. Being aware and learning from his surroundings and the behavior of the opponents, he is able to adapt to the tempo of the game and shows off remarkable combat skills in a short period of time. Mutilating many of the opponents in one wave, he has prove himself to indeed be 'The Chiqu Slayer'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'The Legend'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The phrase known to many, is only applicable for this man. 'Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee'. His audacious and bold approach to the game is above par for someone playing on his first try. Quick on his feet, he is the one that leads the attack and charges forward without a moments hesitation. Darting and dashing across the battlefield seems effortless for this wunderkind. Shaun, all you need is a dog named 'Sam' and you can declare this ground zero. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'The Juggernaut'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'A gentlemen in the streets, but a juggernaut in the battlefield'. I do believe I posses unprecedented skills as well. Despite having to reflect on faulty equipment in 4 out of the 6 rounds, I manage to come out on top with the elimination of some of the paintball aces like Keat Yeong. I believe I'm deserve of the title, 'The Juggernaut'. No, I don't want your opinion. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S2 Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey! I think I see a squirrel'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Paintball gear is without a doubt, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Good pose Shaun  -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'There's that squirrel again!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Can you say, "Party like a Rock star!"?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Class of S2, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picture Of The Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/15122007088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture of myself and the one of the marshalls (referee), Kin.&lt;br /&gt;I look hideous, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-3233273058349656348?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/3233273058349656348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=3233273058349656348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/3233273058349656348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/3233273058349656348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2007/12/tt-sports-park-paintball.html' title='TT Sports Park - Paintball'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-7226823951326311661</id><published>2007-12-15T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T07:13:53.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherwin's Night of Debauchery</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food For Thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from the days when&lt;br /&gt;the engines were pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the&lt;br /&gt;ground floor and figured out how to walk up straight staircases.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin's Night of Debauchery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Venue : Restaurant Sri Melor Jaya&lt;br /&gt; Time : 8.00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt; Members : Adrian, Nicholas, Krisyanth, Yin Chye, Keat Yeong, Teck Juan, Yindran, Justin,         Woon, Shaun, Rishi, Davis and of course the host, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's callous and utterly insensitive to place my name in front of such an occasion, but I have my reasons =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial plan was that everyone gathered at Sri Melor Jaya in Bukit Tinggi. As I assumed that Sri Melor Jaya was well known to everyone and publicly recognized, I picked it as our rendezvous as the place was relatively spacious and always empty. Perfect for a gathering spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the sequence of events developed, the rendezvous was modified. Adrian says it's bad planning but I must diverge. It was a good plan that went terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; New Venue : Restaurant 555 (Face of Chinese Princess)&lt;br /&gt; New Time : 8.30 p.m. [or rather, Malaysian Timing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day, Yindran, Shaun, Teck Juan and I went to Mid Valley. Yindran and Shaun followed me back home to leave with me for the night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Count : 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and Adrian were supposed to meet me at my place at 7.45 p.m. I returned home with Shaun and Yindran at 7.50 p.m. Justin and his brother awaited in the car for our return for 10 minutes while Adrian in contradistinction, came at about 8.10 p.m. I know Adrian, traffic jam. We left at 8.15 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Count : 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to pick Yin Chye up, who was  stranded at the Caltex Petrol Station in Bayu  Perdana, since it was on route to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Count : 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there, we went to Sri Melor Jaya to inspect if anyone was left behind. Keat Yeong was sitting right in the middle of the restaurant, seated alone under the bright yellow light with a cup of 'limau ais' in his hands, sipping away in content. I communicated with Keat Yeong (KY) using hand signals, and it proceeded as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherwin : *Hand sways in a stroking motion* - Oi, Come la!&lt;br /&gt; KY : *Hand is opened and raised* - Wait, Wait&lt;br /&gt; Sherwin : *..!..* - Idiot&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yin Chye had to sit in the boot while Keat Yeong climbed aboard. Poor bloke :'-( We left for the restaurant at 8.25 p.m.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Body Count : 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people in a car including yourself makes you wonder how it ever reached that figure. I had an epiphany as I reached the T-Junction. 'One wrong move could take 6 of the lives of your best friends, all at once'. This gave me an absolute reason to be a little more cautious on the road. Once we got there, Nicholas and Rishi had already sat down. We sat next to them and satisfied our appetites. Teck Juan, Davis, and Krisyanth joined us at 8.30 p.m. while Woon joined us at 8.45 p.m. Punctuality is the key to any successful congregation aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I look cheeky with my 'Pathetic' shirt"&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, a typo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bros over clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simply, Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Woa! This is delicious!"&lt;br /&gt;"What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bird Eye's View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I have eaten 'cili padi' before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dinner ended at 9.15 p.m. We walked past 3 cyber cafes that were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt;, before settling down at Zion Net. An unfortunate event took place as Teck Juan had been involved in a 'knock and run' accident. Let bygones, be bygones aye? No, he wasn't the victim =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in seperate computers distributed far apart as there wasn't sufficient computers to accommodate to all thirteen of us. A game of 'Counter-Strike' is played on a whole new level when a large group of your closest friends plays together. Friends that eat together, play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/nightout015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right kids. The boogie monster is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&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/1388634967025140936-7226823951326311661?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/7226823951326311661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=7226823951326311661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/7226823951326311661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/7226823951326311661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2007/12/sherwins-night-of-debauchery.html' title='Sherwin&apos;s Night of Debauchery'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-2692496086187689281</id><published>2007-12-11T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T05:26:39.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Halcyon Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food For Thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On average, 100 people choke to death on ball-point pens every year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 5 at Sekolah Tengku Ampuan Rahimah, (STAR) has certainly been a noteworthy branch of my life. I shan't forget the sweet memories I shared with my fellow classmates. Futsal trips, the 'Cave of Darkness' expedition, and the sketch we collaborated in conjunction with the Environment week of our beloved school. I cherish these memories and would never trade them away for anything, not for all the gold in the world, or even if the world is to be torn asunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some day in the future, I would recollect the reminiscence of this late chapter of my life. And so, I am dedicating this post to my fellow comrades and myself at this waking moment, where we endeavor through thick and thin, to achieve the eternal bond that we share today. Here is a video that Low Yin Chye and I collaborated using high tech equipment from Adrian, his N70. Basically, we capitalize on the 'Pause and Resume' facility provided by the phone =) Keep it to yourself. Be sure you turn down the volume before playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WL8IasO-NM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WL8IasO-NM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is called the 5S2 Lame Act #4 SMKTAR 2007. To look up on the other 'Lame Acts', you can check it out using the menu button situated at the bottom right corner or you can go to &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/iLizT"&gt;my profile.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recapitulation, these truly are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Our Halcyon Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-2692496086187689281?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/2692496086187689281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=2692496086187689281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/2692496086187689281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/2692496086187689281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-halcyon-days.html' title='Our Halcyon Days'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1388634967025140936.post-5989122084054478</id><published>2007-12-07T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T06:05:35.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The City of Entertainment, Genting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Food For Thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Great minds think alike, Fools seldom differ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Extracted by A.R.C. Prasad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genting Trip of 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itinerary :&lt;/span&gt; Meet at the Telok Gadong train station at 6.20 a.m. Take the 6.30 a.m. train to KL Sentral. Take the 8.00 a.m. shuttle bus to Genting Skyway. Take the cable car up to the First World. Same procedure when going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Members :&lt;/span&gt; Adrian, Nicholas, Andrew, Jien Jie, Sherwin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date :&lt;/span&gt; 4th December 2007 - 6th December 2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 (04/12/07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5 in the morning. I was getting very excited about the trip and I just couldn't wait to see what was in stored for us. Feeling uplifted, i decided to remind the rest to wake up on time as so we do not miss the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Left home at 6.10 a.m. The agreed time was 6.20 a.m. When i reached there, I saw a familiar figure standing overlooking the empty car park. It was Nicholas, he was wearing jeans and a short sleeved shirt. He himself had just arrived. We decided to get the tickets for them to save time.&lt;br /&gt;At 6.30 a.m., Andrew, and Jian Jie arrived. Andrew wore white shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Jian Jie wore his 2 shirt malfunction and long white pants. At the sight of Andrew's attire, we knew he was about to be in some hot soup later on.&lt;br /&gt;At 6.40 a.m., Adrian arrived with his parents. His father offered to carry our luggage up to Genting, as he needed to go there himself to check into the hotel. We passed on our baggages, and were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us mostly slept through the train and bus ride. When we got to the cable car, we were ready to embark on our racy journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R1liI6_R5SI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CDKqQisrcjE/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141248355033277730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R1liI6_R5SI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CDKqQisrcjE/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicholas and Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R1lknK_R5TI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QLCn3tfXwU0/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141251073747576114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R1lknK_R5TI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QLCn3tfXwU0/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew and Jian Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the resort, we were hungry. So, just like any hot-blooded native from Klang, there could only be but one delicacy to suit our taste buds for breakfast, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bak Kut Teh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Jian Jie was the one who suggested the idea, we all agreed to follow through and try it out. Nicholas didn't contribute as he was eating a sandwich his mom prepared for him.&lt;br /&gt;Expecting it to be just like the one back home, i ordered the way i would've done at home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherwin : Hi. Can you prepare a 'claypot bak kut teh' for 3 people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady : Okay. So that's one medium pot. How many rice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherwin : (Medium pot? Wtf? Many rice?) ........... Oh Kay, Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To be honest, none of us really understood what medium meant. After ordering, we received the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium Claypot Bak Kut Teh = RM 50&lt;br /&gt;4 X Rice = RM 4 X 1&lt;br /&gt;Total = RM 54&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM 54 divided by four of us&lt;br /&gt;= RM 13.50 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only breakfast, and the bill has reached above RM 10 per pax. Truly, a sight for sore eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We only declared it as daylight robbery when the pot actually came. The pot was filled with soup up to its mouth, but it's content was a significant void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R1lkn6_R5UI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Gdv8FtAlzOk/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141251086632478018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R1lkn6_R5UI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Gdv8FtAlzOk/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Needless to say but Jian Jie, this was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a dead stupid idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exorbitant meal, we decided to hit the arcade. Everyone but Adrian exchanged money for credit. He was probably still trying to appease himself from the shock of RM13.50 for bak kut teh that was of such minute portions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas and Andrew indulging in game of Ghost Squad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daytona - From left. Jian Jie, Adrian, Andrew, and Sherwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adrian had himself a little snooze. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andrew and I committed ourselves to a dance off, and when dancing is concerned. Andrew tends to sit down half way to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancing is hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the arcade was done with, we decided to enter the outdoor theme park. Finally, time for me to face my fears. I have a confession, till 4th December 2007. I have never sat on any 'scary' rides. This is all thanks to my overly protective mother who says rides such as Cyclone, Corkscrew, and Space shot (Or Solero Shot as how Nicholas names it)&lt;br /&gt;are precarious. I beg to differ, it was the best thing i have felt since falling in love =)&lt;br /&gt;But, we only went for the go-kart race. We took several candid pictures. Andrew, you look bloody gay -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great shots really are taken from this angle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i have said aforementioned, Andrew's casual clothing got the better of him. The cold gust of wind blowing into his face and legs made him shiver. So, we decided to head in for lunch. We arrived at McDonalds, but i decided to 'ta pao' from KFC as the portions in McDonalds has never been sufficient. 'Orang yang tamak, selalu rugi' True enough, i regretted buying so much. It lead to a very unfortunate, and half-witted predicament. I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 of them, had value meals from McDonalds, while i bought my own from KFC. Little did i know that I had so much more to eat, while they finished. Adrian's father had already arrived with the bags, and had to check into the room. So, they left me alone at McDonalds, while they went to meet with Adrian's father and agreed to meet up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a modern age such as this, getting lost is close to impossible. With gadgets and machines like GPS and the hand phone, it completes telecommunication. But of course, there is a flaw. Let's say, what would happen if that particular machine, had depleted its power source?&lt;br /&gt;My hand phone, bought in the year 2005 has a glitch. It loses power after a call or two. Little did I know, it happened right after they left. So, alone in McDonalds restaurant with no idea where the latter had gone off, what would you have done in my shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I did the most sensible and logical thing. I repeatedly tried to on my phone. But to no avail, such an act was futile. To make matters worse, I couldn't remember any of their numbers. I knew that I was in some deep shit. I got up from my seat, and walked to the Highland Hotel in hopes that I ran into them. I went to every floor using the elevator in hopes that i could somehow, see Adrian's handsome face. I even thought of asking a stranger to borrow me his phone so that I could use it to make a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought all hope is lost, my phone manage to start up. I knew, if i received a call or a message, that would be the end of it. With haste, i looked up my phone book and searched for Adrian's number. 0122331815. I memorized it and walked across to the counter to use their phone privileges. I was directed to another counter, 'Concierge'. There, this Malay man was checking bags. He told me that the call would be charged. I couldn't give a rat's ass anymore and agreed to the terms. He picked up the phone, and dialed Adrian's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, another impediment stood in my way. Adrian didn't pick up the phone. I was flabbergasted. So, I stood there thinking who else I could make a call to. I was left with a choice between Andrew and Jian Jie as Nicholas doesn't own a phone. I told myself, if I were to call Andrew, he'd probably laugh at me OR probably be sleeping as he only had 1 hour sleep. So, I decided to call Jian Jie, based on concrete reasoning. I looked up Jian Jie's name in my phone book, and memorized the number. 0162319928. I went back to the counter and requested one more try. The conversation unfolded as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherwin : Hello!? Jien ah? Sherwin here. Where are you!?&lt;br /&gt;Jian Jie : At Genting.&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin : .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;knew that this was going to be one of those days. So, I remained &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;calm&lt;/span&gt; and acted wisely. The conversation proceeds as such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sherwin : I know la! WHERE ARE YOU LA? WHICH HOTEL? WHAT ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Jian Jie : Oh, room 16940. Tower 2. First world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There, the information I so desperately needed. I immediately hung up and paid the Malay man. And so, I asked him for directions to the First World Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go straight, down the escalator, turn right, go through the escalator. You're there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sure it may sound simple enough. I did as he said,  but I found no escalator on the right. Just elevators. I walked around, and eventually found an escalator. I went up and realized that his instructions led me back to the lobby of the Highland Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much effort, I eventually found the hotel. When I rang the doorbell, there stood Jian Jie. I smiled at him as he stared blankly at me. Five minutes later, Adrian and Nicholas return to the hotel room. They had been looking for me at McDonalds. I could have avoided this whole predicament and spared myself the turmoil I experienced, if only I had just stood still for a few moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the room, Jian Jie and Andrew were already preparing to sleep. Adrian didn't have enough sleep himself. So Nicholas and I decided to spend the rest of the evening at the outdoor theme park where I tried the Cyclone, Corkscrew, and the Solero Shot. At the Solero Shot line, Nicholas realized that his watch was missing. We retraced our steps into finding it, but suspected that two Indian men had already went off with it. We returned to the room bearing the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the room and set out in search for a good restaurant for dinner. We settled down at this place called 'Only Mee' where it turned out to be very good. This restaurant was a recommendation by Adrian. I had spaghetti. Yum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This cost RM10.45. Indeed, value for your money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went shopping. Adrian and Andrew went crazy as they tried on clothes. At the end of the night, Adrian had already bought two shirts, which he said to be a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew and Jian Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew and Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the watch and try guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Changing Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to the hotel, and got crazy as we posed in front of the camera. Camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Mommy, We didn't gamble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black is beautiful. White is clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This had to be the grand slam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid shot #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid shot #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the maximum angle of the window.&lt;br /&gt;He's not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid shot #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid shot #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid shot #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, we decided that it was time for bed. Andrew and Nicholas sought out a suitable arrangement pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contemplate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Execution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When the preparations were done, we had snacks to kill some time before our 1.30 a.m. movie. We bought tickets to a cantonese movie, 'Mad Detective'. The movie was nothing but hogwash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1.15 a.m., we left the hotel room and head towards the lift. We went up the escalator after reaching the lobby towards the cinema. As we emerged from the top of the escalator, an old Chinese man in a brown coat stood before us. At the time, i had just awaken from a short nap, and was still drowsy at the time. The strange man eyed us and then started to walk towards me. A conversation elucidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Chinese Man : 'Xian Sen, Ni Yao Bu Yao Xiao Jie ma?' (Mister, would you like a young lady?)&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin : *Still drowsy* Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Old Chinese Man : 'Ee Ge Xiao Se Liang Bai Kuai' ( One hour RM200)&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin : *Stares blankly* Har? Bu Yao.&lt;br /&gt;Old Chinese Man : *Walks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally realized what occurred, everyone looked at me with a wide grin on their faces. Little did I know, that this incident would be a permanent mark for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew calls it the 'Potential Face'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 (05/12/07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I woke up at 9 the next morning. The rest of the gang were fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simply, Sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After washing up, I decided to venture through genting in search of the most profitable breakfast around. After checking out the prices at numerous outlets, I ended up in Marybrown looking at their menu selection. I 'ta pao' a breakfast set called 'Morning Shine' and headed back to the hotel room to eat. By the time I was done, everyone else was ready for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at KFC, Andrew and Adrian retired to the room to continue peaceful slumber while Nicholas, Jian Jie and myself walked around the plaza. We bought 1.30 a.m. tickets to 'The Golden Compass' and had some fun at a shooting range that optimizes the use of military guns. Some of you may know it better as 4 3 in Counter Strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guns don't kill people, I do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wunderkind with the gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We returned to the room, and slept the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got up, I was the first to realize that the key card no longer functions. My backup key and Adrian's key both does not work anymore. After much consultation with Adrian, he proclaimed that he was too lazy to call his parents. So I volunteered to go down with Nicholas to the cashier to ask her. While down there, the cashier asked for the Gold card for verification. So I lied about being Mr. Chia's son and that the gold card wasn't in my possesion. LOL. A silly predicament that I had put myself into. At the time, it was dinner time. Andrew had come up with and ingenious effort to stuff the door with tissue paper, so that we were able to enter the room after dinner. We even made a video of it. In the end, Adrian rang up his dad, and we obtained new cards for the room. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner at Marybrown, we 'lepak'-ed around Genting. Walking in Genting in the cool refreshing climate under the clusters of stars made it treat. We walked to Starbucks at the Highland Resort. We sat down in chairs outside the store and had intimate talks about our lives and where we would all go from here. This was truly a memorable occasion as we were finally away from technology and just spent time bonding. (Gay? I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From right, Jian Jie, Nicholas, Adrian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After we got in touch with our 'inner fewlengz'. We went over to none other than McDonalds for ice cream before the movie. And no, we didn't go looking for the 'Bapa Ayam'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sight to behold anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything taste better with company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 (06/12/07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At 11.45 a.m. the next morning, we bid farewell to the room who holds so much memories. It truly wouldn't have been as great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg158/djscrubs/IMG_0566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The maids will have their work cut out&lt;br /&gt;for this mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sherwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1388634967025140936-5989122084054478?l=clandestinetouch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/feeds/5989122084054478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1388634967025140936&amp;postID=5989122084054478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/5989122084054478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1388634967025140936/posts/default/5989122084054478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clandestinetouch.blogspot.com/2007/12/city-of-entertainment-genting.html' title='The City of Entertainment, Genting.'/><author><name>Sherwin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03367477977816660974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R11NxK_R5YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/U0ZLQ55nv7M/S220/IMG_0469.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dUfC71jSQj4/R1liI6_R5SI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CDKqQisrcjE/s72-c/IMG_0407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
