<?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-6969357108713407560</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:30:33.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABOUT THE ED</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-8182793059312343892</id><published>2012-01-15T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T05:14:18.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classical Error</title><content type='html'>I have been spending quite a substantial amount of time on the guitar. Although I started playing like 7 years ago, there's just this sudden passion ignition. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any way, during these  7 years, I have always wondered why some people keep their finger nails long ( plucking hand ) . I personally preferred short nails where I touched the strings with my flesh. The nails just didn't sound right to me . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, I found out why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The songs that I have been playing aren't classical music, and some classical guitarists are the ones keeping those nails. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I er.. have been playing pop songs where the guitar sings on its own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have been calling  myself a classical guitarist just because I own a classical guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How shameful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-8182793059312343892?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8182793059312343892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2012/01/classical-error.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8182793059312343892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8182793059312343892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2012/01/classical-error.html' title='Classical Error'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-892231441034034604</id><published>2011-12-31T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T09:23:27.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>There there, first day of the year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 is one of the craziest year that I have ever had. Probably the craziest. It's the year which I changed. I changed a lot that year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the year I discovered that I wasn't the person that I had been for 20 years. Maybe it's because I lost something really precious. That pretty much changed my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not all that bad. I am starting to really appreciate things that I took for granted, repairing neglected relationships and discovering what really matters the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is probably isn't a great post for New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's just this sudden nostalgia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry folks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-892231441034034604?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/892231441034034604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/892231441034034604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/892231441034034604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1824987238142623095</id><published>2011-12-22T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T04:04:42.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Better or For Worse</title><content type='html'>I realise that I haven't been blogging for a long time. I think it's mainly due to the fact that I am currently working.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I read the newspaper today about a man who lost most of his eyesight and hearing due to dengue. And I used to think that dengue wasn't dangerous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he contacted the disease, he was at the peak of his career as an engineer. And, you've guessed it , he lost everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While reading through his story, I was thinking, "Hmm... the wife is still holding on? This is impossible." Hence, I increased my reading speed until the part where he mentioned that his wife finally left him. Yeah, I am a pessimist. At least I was right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally do not blame the wife for doing so. Every woman deserves a man who can provide financially. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For better or for worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how bad can the circumstance be before the string snaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I am just glad that the man is doing well. His mother and brother stayed with him all this while. And of course, not forgetting God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1824987238142623095?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1824987238142623095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-better-or-for-worse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1824987238142623095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1824987238142623095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-better-or-for-worse.html' title='For Better or For Worse'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6232143867376707025</id><published>2011-11-27T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T02:21:01.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre departure Talk</title><content type='html'>So I'll be on the plane in about 7 hours. I am not sure whether to be thankful for having 3.40 am flight. I hate plane rides, and if I'm lucky, I get to sleep throughout the journey. Well, I guess the  journey to and fro Australia is still ok. The one to UK almost killed me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you may know, I'll be starting work three days later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? Life is exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I probably bought too many nougats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-6232143867376707025?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6232143867376707025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/11/pre-departure-talk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6232143867376707025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6232143867376707025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/11/pre-departure-talk.html' title='Pre departure Talk'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-7141230768981300831</id><published>2011-11-25T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T03:45:36.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitary</title><content type='html'>I recently bought a new guitar while I was in Malaysia for a week. And I sorta brought it here. Previously I too brought the old one here. So there are like two guitars in the room now. And, when I come back next year, I'm gonna bring the bass here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a guitar importer or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have brought the new one here. Cause I won't be able to play back in Malaysia then. But then I was thinking about the bass you see. Oh well.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I shouldn't have even bought it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should have placed the money in a fixed deposit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-7141230768981300831?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7141230768981300831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/11/guitary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7141230768981300831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7141230768981300831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/11/guitary.html' title='Guitary'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-9166337057690717184</id><published>2011-11-24T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T01:32:58.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update ?</title><content type='html'>I have just completed my examination as mentioned in the previous post, so I have loads of time. There's pretty much nothing to do on the computer besides facebook. I love watching youtube videos, but the connection that I have is limited. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also try not to go out so often as it costs me at least 10 AUD if I make a trip to the city on weekdays. That's what? RM 35? I have so much time, a few things to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, when I go back to Malaysia which is this Monday, I'll have no time. I'll be starting work three days later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-9166337057690717184?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/9166337057690717184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/11/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/9166337057690717184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/9166337057690717184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/11/update.html' title='Update ?'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6813370488704512384</id><published>2011-11-22T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:52:11.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My last paper was yesterday. The exams consisting of 4 papers dragged on for 2 weeks. I didn't use facebook for two weeks. In fact, I don't usually use the computer during the exams. I am  quite amazed at the discipline that I have despite being a non academically inclined person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I only found out through facebook this morning that my friend's dad passed away. I was really shocked. She really is a great person and I hope she continues to stay strong. May God be with her and her family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually wanted to blog about some things but because of the sad event above, I'll just save them for the next posts. Till then see you guys soon and take care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms 'Missing Link' is the 25th follower. Thanks. Although I visited your blog, I still can't figure out who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6969357108713407560-6813370488704512384?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6813370488704512384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/11/condolence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6813370488704512384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6813370488704512384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/11/condolence.html' title='Condolence'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-682829158840800070</id><published>2011-11-02T03:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T03:59:18.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>Welcome 'After Eight' as the 24th follower. I can't believe there'll still be additional followers. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just returned to Australia this morning. Time just passed so quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you may know, my eldest brother just had his Chinese wedding dinner. It was a huge success. It was a fantastic experience and I am not saying this just because I'm his brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the three brothers were asked to delivered a speech each according to seniority. Nevertheless, whoever that should go first, I'll always be the middle one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told that I delivered a 'powerful' speech which was surprising due to my 'quiet' nature. Just two points to clarify this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I have split personalities. That is , I act differently around different categories of people. This is in fact very very true. I am not fake. It's just that, actually I can't really explain why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) It is easier for me to talk to a large number of strangers than to a single stranger. I thought I was weird but apparently, Jeremiah has this feature as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, my brothers (inclusive  of groom, gosh I have so many brothers)  delivered great speeches as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were some emotional parts to the wedding event. Some people did cry, tears of joy. This reinforces the fact that marriage is just so wonderful, and it's just sad that a large part of society aren't taking it seriously anymore.  A divorce after 72 days? Give me a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I just came back from Malaysia, I am still indecisive on whether to declare this as a rest day since exams start next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-682829158840800070?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/682829158840800070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/11/wedding-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/682829158840800070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/682829158840800070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/11/wedding-day.html' title='Wedding Day'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-7904235827152271205</id><published>2011-10-23T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T07:47:04.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Sleeping</title><content type='html'>Last night I went for this Chinese Theater Group production, where a live performance is held on a small stage. I was invited by a friend and since I was told there were subtitles, so I went. There is also another reason which I have chosen not to disclose here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show was great and it was pretty impressive. Good acting and the sound system was flawless. That's all I have to say, I am not really good at making movie reviews. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just called a  friend of mine, studying in Singapore to do a little of catching up. I think the conversation lasted about 40 minutes. That's quite long for a guy talk. Any way, it was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 10 am today, all assignments for Semester two would have been submitted. Really looking forward to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah.. I forgot, another assignment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding speech, due in a week's time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-7904235827152271205?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7904235827152271205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/10/before-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7904235827152271205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7904235827152271205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/10/before-sleeping.html' title='Before Sleeping'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-5346955598749537947</id><published>2011-10-17T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:13:36.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbled Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have recently started to really reminisce about the past. It always seems to me that the past is always better than the present. Maybe this is greatly attributed to the fact that I feel that I've lost a lot of things which were so valuable. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday midnight (due to time difference) , I called a few of my close friends, just to reminisce about the past and to do a little bit of catching up. I still have to call one more person cause I didn't have his number before this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've kinda begin to  settle down here. I don't feel really homesick anymore. Of course I still miss my parents. But things become comfortable when you finally accept and let go of things which just can't be held on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my aunt's birthday , I bought her a lipstick as advised by my mother. The night before I sent messages to two pretty girls asking where I can find this lipstick. As expected, they knew where to get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt was quite pleased with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke her plate though a few days later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-5346955598749537947?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5346955598749537947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/10/jumbled-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5346955598749537947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5346955598749537947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/10/jumbled-thoughts.html' title='Jumbled Thoughts'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-8676519475282878579</id><published>2011-10-14T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T05:55:12.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one</title><content type='html'>It's pretty ironic that I've gained huge interest in these three areas, drawing, learning Mandarin and playing the piano , cause I hated these things when I was young since they were all so difficult. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spending quite a substantial amount of time practicing my drawing skills which can be considered unwise as exams are just around the corner. And the sad thing is, I wouldn't do these things during the holidays. Instead, I'll just complain about having nothing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be flying off to Malaysia in two weeks time. I still haven't fully prepared my speech yet. I've been practicing though when I shower. I am careful not to speak too loudly or my aunt might think that I am nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was nice today. I wore slippers and shorts. The downside of this is that I wouldn't be able to run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, that's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should see the horse that I just drew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-8676519475282878579?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8676519475282878579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8676519475282878579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8676519475282878579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-one.html' title='Another one'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4441618711043597183</id><published>2011-10-09T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T05:56:10.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating the Ed</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I'll just put up a post before going to bed. My bladder is quite full, but I'm gonna hang on until I finish this post. Any way, that's irrelevant. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve Jobs just passed away. Although I am not a huge fan of Apple despite the fact that I own an iPhone, I kinda miss him. I just don't like it when influential people die. I am not gonna go into how great he was, cause you guys would know better than I do. Just telling you guys that I am saddened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed that my iPhone was getting more and more laggy until a few days ago I found out from my friends that I had to constantly remove the background apps and reset the iPhone once a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of them commented that I should know about my product. Well, I kinda switched from a torchlight phone to an iPhone. So bear with me, huge leap we're talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt had her birthday celebration yesterday. Ate at a Korean restaurant. I consume quite a substantial amount of pork belly without knowing it was pork belly. I am a firm believer that fats don't make you fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4441618711043597183?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4441618711043597183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/10/updating-ed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4441618711043597183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4441618711043597183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/10/updating-ed.html' title='Updating the Ed'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6122193195984989907</id><published>2011-09-29T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:06:20.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and There</title><content type='html'>Holidays are ending. Yay! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been doing quite some stuffs during the  holidays. I've discovered that I am currently even fitter than I was in Form 4. However, I can't seem to run as fast though except when I chase the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I had two badminton sessions during the holidays. It's a great game really. I wish I had more time to play it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more serious note, I'll like to talk a little bit about change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People do change, and there's pretty much nothing you can do to it. I learnt that through the hard way, a very hard way in fact. And to cope with that particular difficulty, I myself, changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, changes come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they don't have to be bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-6122193195984989907?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6122193195984989907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-and-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6122193195984989907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6122193195984989907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-and-there.html' title='Here and There'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1144725120451264317</id><published>2011-09-25T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T07:07:11.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad in 15 years time</title><content type='html'>I went to the church today. I go there every week. So while having lunch this random Malaysian man just started talked to my friend and I since we were all at the same table . He's pretty friendly, 70 years old. The reason I have decided to talk about him is that I am quite sure that my dad will turn out to be like this man in about 15 years time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have quite a stunning number of similarities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First son's a doctor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second son a UK graduate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third son studied in Australia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both dye their hair black &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like talking about their children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like starting conversations with strangers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he has one daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably just saw my dad 15 years in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man didn't go around asking people to drink coconut water though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week has just passed. I wouldn't say I wasted a lot of time. I'll give myself 6/10 for productivity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be playing badminton tomorrow with a guy and a girl. The girl is a professional. So, I'll be getting my butt kicked tomorrow. Life's tough. And I don't really understand why would the guy ask me to be a light bulb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One on one, just nice. Now it'll be two on one with the girl playing solo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, this is embarrassing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1144725120451264317?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1144725120451264317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/09/dad-in-15-years-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1144725120451264317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1144725120451264317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/09/dad-in-15-years-time.html' title='Dad in 15 years time'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-7700913178048428563</id><published>2011-09-15T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T03:57:53.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Tough</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow signifies the last day of school before the two-week holidays. I'll just have to go through tonight, an assignment which will be due tomorrow. And as some of you may have noticed, I have removed my chat box because I think it has turned into some sort of spamming box. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my mum send me a message yesterday night inquiring whether I'll be preparing a speech for my brother's wedding. Which also means another assignment due by the end of October. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years can just pass so quickly, I'm 20 years old now. In no time, I'll be a father (hopefully) and celebrate Father's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of things have happened lately. I am not really sure what will be coming ahead. Things are pretty cloudy and uncertain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also finding my time being stretched to the point beyond stretchable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-7700913178048428563?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7700913178048428563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/09/lifes-tough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7700913178048428563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7700913178048428563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/09/lifes-tough.html' title='Life&apos;s Tough'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1980153567288146876</id><published>2011-09-14T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T05:01:04.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Events</title><content type='html'>I have this weird tendency to suddenly smile or giggle when I think of something funny. I think this happens quite a lot in the library. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People must be wondering what's so funny about the economics text book. Inflation is funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The autumn festival just passed by. This has to be the loneliest one I have ever had. No lanterns , not even a cake. It's like it just went by. My friend did invite me to her event, but I was just too tired to get out of the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was in the bus on my way home this evening where the bus driver stops when he saw his friend ( also a bus driver ) driving towards the opposite direction . They kinda just stopped a while. He winded down his window and waited for the other person to wind down his, and said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bye bye." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1980153567288146876?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1980153567288146876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/09/three-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1980153567288146876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1980153567288146876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/09/three-events.html' title='Three Events'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-475753533566038575</id><published>2011-09-04T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T09:48:57.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>It's currently 2.35 am. I stayed up late to complete my assignments. I remember the same scenario a semester ago, where I breathed a sigh of relief when I completed the economics assignment. It was 4 am. I was kinda excited about it as I tried something new. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks later, I obtained a near-fail grade for that assignment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life can be really funny towards me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's week 7. Half the semester is pretty much gone. Some of you may know, I'll be returning to Malaysia for a short while to attend my brother's wedding. I am not sure whether I still need to prepare a speech on that day. I'll probably start with, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've known my brother for 20 years." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I better go now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-475753533566038575?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/475753533566038575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/09/done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/475753533566038575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/475753533566038575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/09/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-8289400916682161958</id><published>2011-08-31T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:09:03.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumbled Up</title><content type='html'>First of all thank you Nathalie for being the 22nd follower (haven't been doing this for some time). I think you're from Indonesia from the way you write on your blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there was this Festival of Nations event held today. I had a friend operating one of the stalls. I kinda promised him to support his business. He was selling Malaysian food. Since before that I had already taken my lunch, I didn't order the 'mee goreng'. And I wasn't in a mood for kuihs as well. I just order a 'teh tarik' which cost 2 dollars. Now, I am not sure whether he thought I was a cheapo. Sorry man. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, money isn't such a problem since it's for a friend. But then, these days,  I don't really like eating so much and I kinda haven't touched sweet drinks for some time. So drinking that 'teh tarik' was somehow an achievement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early in the morning, my tutor told me something like, "Edwin, you are acting like a philosopher," while I was staring at a question, just staring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What surprised me the most is that , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he knows my name. Cause tutors usually can't remember names, as we meet only once a week .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Cough* as being called a philosopher, I do have some philosophical ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) A guy should never touch a female friend unless asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I only have one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On an unrelated event, while I was walking I saw something really wonderful, so mesmerizing that I couldn't study after looking at it for like 2 seconds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Independence Day to all Malaysians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-8289400916682161958?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8289400916682161958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/jumbled-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8289400916682161958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8289400916682161958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/jumbled-up.html' title='Jumbled Up'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4162171885298891133</id><published>2011-08-29T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:49:25.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of Attraction</title><content type='html'>I am sure some of you have heard about the book. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like when you keep thinking about something, it happens. Well the logic behind it is that, when your mind is focused on something, your actions are somehow tuned towards committing actions which will lead to what you desire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept thinking about something today. And it appeared, while I was eating my bread. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't last long though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a breeze.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4162171885298891133?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4162171885298891133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/law-of-attraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4162171885298891133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4162171885298891133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/law-of-attraction.html' title='The Law of Attraction'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3591431369976530081</id><published>2011-08-28T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T05:45:31.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>I am finding myself spending too much time on facebook. The situation I am currently experiencing is that, I stress myself so much on the workload, but miraculously doing nothing about it. This attitude has to change. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I basically have at least one assignment due each week. On top of that, there's a test tomorrow, another assignment due the following week. And I was told uni was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Basically...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am out of ideas. I'll continue next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3591431369976530081?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3591431369976530081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/titleless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3591431369976530081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3591431369976530081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/titleless.html' title='Titleless'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-2067932719421719555</id><published>2011-08-26T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:08:50.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 6</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's me again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week is week 6 (again stressing how fast time flies) My workload keeps pilling up. Cause you see, it's a little unfair that you need huge amount of time to complete something, but it just comes in one second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had a one to one lesson with my friend on the bass guitar, I was the student. Gosh, there's just so many things which I don't know. It was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People (including my barber) have been telling me that I've lost a lot of weight where ironically, months ago, people (including my barber) kept telling me how fat I had been. A few of you know that something really bad happened to me very early April, to be exact 30th March. So to de-stress myself, I exercised a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So previously, when people asked how I lost so much weight, I just told them that I did push ups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't tell them how many I did though, which was crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-2067932719421719555?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2067932719421719555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2067932719421719555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2067932719421719555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-6.html' title='Week 6'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4972157849035584565</id><published>2011-08-19T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:06:37.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I will be entering week 5 of the semester where one semester has 12 teaching weeks. Pretty fast. I have discovered that if you keep yourself busy, time passes quickly. I am quite susceptible to being homesick, but if I keep myself busy, besides wanting the time to pass faster so that I could go back to Malaysia, while at the same time, I wouldn't want time to pass faster so that I'll have more time for my work. Makes sense eh? Thanks... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother's wedding dinner will be in October. He's already legally married. However the Chinese culture stresses the importance of the wedding dinner itself. Signing the papers isn't enough I think. Technically, I can just go and get a girl , sign the papers and I am married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was at this Christian meeting and we started talking about fathers, what qualities should a father have besides God. Well, simple answer, my father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that it for now. Take care people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4972157849035584565?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4972157849035584565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4972157849035584565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4972157849035584565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6841845341246665522</id><published>2011-08-15T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T08:00:33.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue</title><content type='html'>I haven't been updating my blog for quite some time. So yesterday I went out with my uncle's family and while on the way back, there were some people with bicycles on the train. I asked my aunt whether it was legally allowed in which she replied, "People even bring dogs here." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't believe her at first until today where a dog was seated right in front of me. Weird, it I didn't believe it yesterday and today a dog came to prove me wrong. The dog's head was facing my crotch , direct opposite and in my heart I kept repeating, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wanna to be a father, I wanna to be a father, I wanna to be a father, I wanna to be a father, I wanna to be a father" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an obedient dog though, so nothing happened. To your disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently back in Australia for the second semester. The work load is tremendous and I am feeling pretty stressed myself. Studying overseas isn't easy actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While something really bad happened to me a few months ago, I am quite surprised at how I am handling it here. Yeah.. the problem is still persisting. But I suppose there's nothing I can do about it. Probably because I've changed my way of thinking and trying hard to look at things differently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am preparing myself mentally just in case something worse happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry if you don't understand what I am talking about. This post is unusually depressing which is so not me. But then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been me for a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-6841845341246665522?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6841845341246665522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-overdue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6841845341246665522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6841845341246665522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1511016201493237185</id><published>2011-07-10T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T08:12:31.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've found a way to get through this. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put you second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1511016201493237185?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1511016201493237185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-ive-found-way-to-get-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1511016201493237185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1511016201493237185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-think-ive-found-way-to-get-through.html' title=''/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-5830261301978800799</id><published>2011-06-19T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T04:41:58.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>So it's Father's day today in Malaysia. What I recently found out that Australia celebrates it at a later date, I am not so sure about that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like giving a tribute to my father. I'm not gonna be lovey dovey because I am 20 years old and I think I'll just write like a matured person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always known that my Dad loves us and all, but not until I came to Australia that I finally realise how much sacrifice is involved. Studying in Melbourne without a scholarship is just ridiculously expensive and dad could have bought a house for investment in Malaysia. Yet he didn't. I've been reading lots (exaggerated) of financial books and I know that the money  Dad is spending on me could be used to generate substantial wealth for himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I am measuring love with money, sorry, I've just been brainwashed into thinking like an economist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad has lots of problems to solve yet he constantly acts as though everything is ok. During one of his most stressful moments, he went out and walked the dog. I think this is a very admirable quality which I do hope to be able to attain one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a great father isn't just about donating sperms ( I won the race by the way) . It's about providing the immense family support financially, emotionally and mentally. I think my dad gets an  A+ for those. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank you Dad for the love that you've showered upon us, the fact that you have always put our needs above yours and finally for loving mum so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Father's Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll buy you some cookies when I come home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-5830261301978800799?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5830261301978800799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5830261301978800799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5830261301978800799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-293855766696955173</id><published>2011-06-16T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T20:39:37.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-293855766696955173?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/293855766696955173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/293855766696955173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/293855766696955173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6515719379271027273</id><published>2011-05-15T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T04:12:37.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again</title><content type='html'>I am currently on my road back to my old self. It recently struck me how much I've changed over the years. I think my old self would have benefited me more. I hope things aren't too late to be changed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the infections were cleared from my lap top, I've found myself to be much more interested in computers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My holidays are fast approaching, well, the bad side is the exams are fast approaching as well. Don't you realise that they are always together? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda called a good friend of mine yesterday. Well, my reason was to test the viber application I just installed on my phone which apparently gives you free calls to another person with that application. You need internet connection though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's currently having his medical exams. I have never seen him so stressed up before. Well, I didn't literally see of course, cause we were on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew... Exams can kill.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost died actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-6515719379271027273?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6515719379271027273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-road-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6515719379271027273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6515719379271027273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4717137510965759138</id><published>2011-05-13T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:29:15.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road to Recovery</title><content type='html'>It really sucks to be sick. My plans were ruined and I basically couldn't do anything besides lying on the bed. Two assignments need to be handed up this Wednesday. Yesterday was the worst Friday the 13th I have ever had. Haha.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stress enough how fast time flies. Probably in a blink of an eye, I'll be married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about marriage, Arnie divorce his wife of 25 years. That's just pretty sad to me. Probably the last thing he said to his wife was, "I won't be back". He's a great and cool guy, I hope things work out for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on Thursday, I was chatting with one of my best friends on msn. Talking about life and studies. It was his birthday and I forgot to wish him. Gosh, that's death sentence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, I think nothing much happened. Exams in less than a month. Just had a really tough law test. I don't work well with confusing languages. It's pretty frustrating. I believe that law is a subject which has been intentionally made difficult, and not because it's something naturally difficult like physics or chemistry or other subjects. You get what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There' no Nobel Prize for Law. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4717137510965759138?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4717137510965759138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-road-to-recovery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4717137510965759138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4717137510965759138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-road-to-recovery.html' title='On the Road to Recovery'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-7466321542401187745</id><published>2011-05-06T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T04:53:48.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>It's Friday already. Time passes really fast. By the time you know it, I'll be back in Malaysia for the holidays. And by the time you know, I'll be back in Australia again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My computer has been working fine, I am seriously hoping that it'll stop giving me problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just talk about today. So, I had classes in the morning. And then a 3 hour free time in between before I went for a prayer meeting. When I arrive at the building, I realised that I was early. Hence, I took the stairs to the 10th floor. I then realised again that I was climbing it too slowly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran up the stairs. When I reached, it was crazy. I could barely breathe. My bag was heavy and I had like only 50 ml of water left in my bottle. Guys just do stupid things sometimes. Luckily no one was there to ask, "Hey Edwin, how are you? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, I went out for dinner with a friend. We ate Malaysian food. Tasted not bad I suppose. Perhaps I didn't order the right one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is getting colder and colder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was recently thinking of wearing shorts and slippers to go out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-7466321542401187745?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7466321542401187745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/05/tgif.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7466321542401187745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7466321542401187745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-225762789759470137</id><published>2011-05-01T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:56:21.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Going Away</title><content type='html'>Easter break just came and went. It was the most unproductive week for me. I did have some fun activities though, but I still feel that I didn't utilise the time as much as I should. Probably I spent too much time on facebook. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause you see, my computer was down due to some system error and I had to reformat it. Being a computer idiot, it took me quite some time to figure things out. I have to admit that I am pretty proud of myself, though an eight year old modern kid might have said, "I could have done that." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to why I spent too much time on facebook. Since my computer couldn't be used, I login to facebook using my iPhone. The screen's small, it takes a longer time to load photos and some features aren't available or I couldn't find them. So, when I got my computer back to functioning normally, viewing facebook on the lap top just seemed so exciting to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have an assignment which is due this Wednesday. I have only completed 30% of it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least, my computer knowledge increased exponentially. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-225762789759470137?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/225762789759470137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-going-away.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/225762789759470137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/225762789759470137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-going-away.html' title='Easter Going Away'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-5630400594369670501</id><published>2011-04-23T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T03:03:23.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phillip Island</title><content type='html'>The internet connection is quite slow as the quota has been used up. It will be back to normal tomorrow though. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I went to Phillip Island yesterday to mainly see the penguins. The penguins would return from the sea back to their home. So, we waited by the shore for an hour. It's something like the turtles that come back to Malaysian beaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think the penguins were pretty dramatic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we waited and waited, the crowd began to become impatient. Suddenly a small white patch emerged from the sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crowd cheered and were so excited. It certainly felt as though the penguins were heroes and they have finally returned home. The penguins stayed where they were for like a few minutes, enjoying all the fame, and can't be seen any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin sister asked, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?! That's it? " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which her brother replied, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You expected them to dance for you or something?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, that wasn't the end of it. There was actually a pathway where most of the penguins would 'march'. That's why it's called a penguin parade. We left the shore and headed to the pathway and looked at those cute little things march( gosh I sound like a girl, again). It was pretty awesome seriously. They looked damn innocent. I looked at them at close range. There were probably about 200 of them. But they marched in separate groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take any photos as photo taking was technically not allowed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantastic experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-5630400594369670501?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5630400594369670501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/04/phillip-island.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5630400594369670501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5630400594369670501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/04/phillip-island.html' title='Phillip Island'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4108418047118613722</id><published>2011-04-19T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T06:54:55.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>It was a pretty long day today. I came home at about near 11 pm. I had this workshop to attend in a church. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after university, before I started my journey there, I suddenly had a stomach ache. I went all the way to another building which is of considerable distance because the toilets there were cleaner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only to find out that the stomach ache was gone when I reached. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How disappointing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no idea how to go to the church although I went there once because it involved taking a few trams.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had a friend who told me that I could take a train there. Naturally I was happy. A train would be good. But little did I know that the church was like 1.5 km away from the station. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I am a former long distance runner (cough) , 1.5 km is still considered far for me if it's unexpected. This is how my mind work I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4108418047118613722?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4108418047118613722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4108418047118613722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4108418047118613722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3464817292599718313</id><published>2011-04-17T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:44:15.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>There'll be a one week break next week. I am looking forward to it. Definitely need some time to catch up on stuffs. I am presuming that this week will be a relaxing week. Hmm.. I'll get to know my law test results tonight though. Maybe I spoke too soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be going to Philip's Island during the break. Going there to see the penguins. These penguins come out on their own, unlike those in aquariums. It's very natural. They only come out in the dark.  I am pretty excited about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, I have full understanding that they wont be acting like penguins in "Happy Feet". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yeah.. about the new show 'Paul'. I do have a cousin and friend named Paul. Might be good to be able to ask them out for the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey Paul, wanna watch 'Paul'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3464817292599718313?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3464817292599718313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/04/break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3464817292599718313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3464817292599718313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/04/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4192298105938291752</id><published>2011-04-08T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:41:25.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Archie and Paul</title><content type='html'>I have recently found great interest in reading Archie comics. Now, I regret not buying them back in Malaysia. Back home, I did manage to find series that cost RM 10. It's way too impossible to get one here, even if it's 10 AUD. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently Borders isn't doing very well here. They are giving out up to 50 % discount on many titles. Oh well, the books are still expensive to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been contemplating watching the new movie 'Paul' . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's 20 AUD per ticket... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Requires lots of contemplation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4192298105938291752?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4192298105938291752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/04/archie-and-paul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4192298105938291752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4192298105938291752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/04/archie-and-paul.html' title='Archie and Paul'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4377417991880121819</id><published>2011-03-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:22:50.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew..</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, while I was in the train, there was this big guy sitting down and there was this lady standing up. There was actually another vacant seat beside him, but I think that the lady didn't bother to try squeezing into the other seat. So, it kinda looked as if he needed two seats. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which I found quite ungentleman ( no such word ) . He could have at least moved inside. Well, of course it could be argued that the lady didn't ask. But it's common courtesy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hopping off the train, I had to get into a bus. I reached the bus stop at 5.54 pm and I was wondering why the bus was late since it was suppose to reach there by 5.50 pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it struck me that the bus was actually punctual and I was the one who was late. Yeah, buses come on the spot. I forgot that I was in Australia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yesterday, there was a little commotion downstairs at the garage. There was this little rat that sneak it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself becoming weirder and weirder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually found the rat cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6969357108713407560-4377417991880121819?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4377417991880121819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/03/phew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4377417991880121819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4377417991880121819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/03/phew.html' title='Phew..'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-566928431889553023</id><published>2011-03-06T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:12:39.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines</title><content type='html'>I don't have classes on Mondays. If I were in Malaysia, I would have gone out every Monday. I'll start this post with a few Headlines. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I am starting my second week of the semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I am currently at home, incapable of doing anything productive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I haven't bathed yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I am not planning to bathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I am rearing electronic fishes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) My brother just got married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I just got married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, the last one's fake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-566928431889553023?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/566928431889553023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/03/headlines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/566928431889553023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/566928431889553023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/03/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6929999616896129691</id><published>2011-03-02T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T03:53:48.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Short One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met a very helpful Malaysian guy today who took the trouble of explaining how to do things and where to go. Has the same name as my brother, so, wouldn't be a problem to remember his name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah... no pictures after a long time.. Here's one then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLr8M980WEc/TW4u9_4VOUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6U3aeaw4VaQ/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLr8M980WEc/TW4u9_4VOUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6U3aeaw4VaQ/s320/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579448631013226818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melbourne Exhibition and Convention Centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I now know how to take the bus.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-6929999616896129691?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6929999616896129691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-short-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6929999616896129691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6929999616896129691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-short-one.html' title='Another Short One'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLr8M980WEc/TW4u9_4VOUI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6U3aeaw4VaQ/s72-c/IMG_1767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-5092464056674240978</id><published>2011-02-27T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:28:42.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short one.</title><content type='html'>The new blog is ready for viewing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.krayor.blogspot.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be starting class tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excited.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-5092464056674240978?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5092464056674240978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/short-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5092464056674240978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5092464056674240978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/short-one.html' title='Short one.'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3921440264952524467</id><published>2011-02-24T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T01:24:45.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Again..</title><content type='html'>I was approached by 3 Christian organisation today. I suppose I have the Christian look. I definitely can't attend everything, but will definitely attend one or two. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I have joined three clubs, which cost me RM60 if I convert. People keep telling me not to convert, or I'll never be able to spend. Hmm.. I think as a student, I have to convert cause I am not earning here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The transport here, though is fairly efficient, but it's quite expensive (even if you don't convert) . Should I like walk 5 km home then? Nah.. kidding.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'll be going to the city tomorrow. But then, I'll have nothing to do at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, classes , please start soon.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be careful what you wish for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3921440264952524467?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3921440264952524467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/update-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3921440264952524467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3921440264952524467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/update-again.html' title='Update Again..'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-329822057294902449</id><published>2011-02-22T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:40:48.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>It's been about a week and I am still alive. I went for the orientation today. I can't really say that it was super fun, but it was okay. Each group is assigned to a host. Mine was a great one. I actually thought that he reminded me of Mr Bean. And my thought got reinforced when someone said the same thing. He could speak 5 languages and an extremely polite person. That was what I overheard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was too tall I think. He kept asking me where one of the members was , when she was just in front of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So during the orientation, we were brought around. Made some friends , found some fellow Malaysians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got my student card after a few attempts. I look alright in the ID photo. Now, I don't have to bring my passport around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't missed home yet, surprisingly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-329822057294902449?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/329822057294902449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/329822057294902449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/329822057294902449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-5171464248620288755</id><published>2011-02-17T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:16:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Land..</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. Nice to meet you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am already not in Malaysia. Just arrived here a few days ago. I gotta say that this place is serene, tranquil and peaceful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met two Malaysian friends here. One will be studying at the same university, but the other one, I have to find out later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently blogging with my laptop which is located on some sort of platform to literally protect your balls from overheating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And become boiled eggs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I need more time adjusting here. The public transport is efficient and reliable. The drivers are courteous and the people are generally polite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaven? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure yet.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-5171464248620288755?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5171464248620288755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5171464248620288755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5171464248620288755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-land.html' title='New Land..'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6028248515571334367</id><published>2011-02-12T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:05:50.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Question</title><content type='html'>I realise that I haven't used my money to buy something that I like for a long time. How I wish I was a girl. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They get so excited over a pair of shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's topic would be about gender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did some thinking before on this subject. Have you ever wondered why are there only two genders in the world? I mean you can have so many races, but only two genders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. what if besides male and female  , there would be  one or two more types of gender. Or are we too tuned or being used to having only two genders that we can't even imagine another gender.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides , you'd also have to imagine how their erm... look like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting weird. Let's just stop and think about penguins instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-6028248515571334367?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6028248515571334367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/gender-question.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6028248515571334367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6028248515571334367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/gender-question.html' title='Gender Question'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-8470571348953500543</id><published>2011-02-09T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T21:39:22.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot and Itchy</title><content type='html'>The weather is seriously getting so hot. I feel like removing my shirt all the time. Nevertheless, I do not have a nice body, so I have kept that feeling suppressed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some friends coming over to my house for Chinese New Year. Glad to be able to catch up with each and everyone of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some asked why not have a farewell party before leaving. Hmm.. I thought of that. But if I do, I would have to invite so many people that my house wouldn't be able to contain them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.. Maybe half wound't be free. Then the half of the half would be overseas. Some of the remaining ones probably live too far away to come. And a few more maybe hate me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps the opposite is why I don't have a party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I can invite my parent's friends....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-8470571348953500543?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8470571348953500543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/hot-and-itchy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8470571348953500543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8470571348953500543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/hot-and-itchy.html' title='Hot and Itchy'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-210188994074361604</id><published>2011-02-09T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T06:21:29.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time factor</title><content type='html'>Despite only a week before departure, I find myself having basically nothing to do. Perhaps I do have some things to do, but the fact that I have so much spare time kinda overweights the things that I need to do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you're bored, just give me a call and we'll have a drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the record, I had a two and a half hour afternoon nap today. I haven't been doing that since I the day I started working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll going out with friends tomorrow, friday and Saturday and Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crap, Now I am worried whether I have too little time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-210188994074361604?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/210188994074361604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-factor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/210188994074361604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/210188994074361604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-factor.html' title='Time factor'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-477358504193770642</id><published>2011-02-06T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:08:12.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday today and I notice that quite a number of people that I know share the same date. A few of my friends, my cousin and my former manager. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the day a crapper was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am wondering whether I should reply all the birthday wishes on face book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I'll look insincere if I reply 'Thanks man' to everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-477358504193770642?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/477358504193770642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/477358504193770642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/477358504193770642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1701410144882764894</id><published>2011-02-05T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:22:30.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year and Flight</title><content type='html'>I have like a week plus left in Malaysia and it feels kinda weird. Speaking of which, I'll be leaving my comfort zone. I am not really sure how am I supposed to handle when your left, right , top bottom, front and back are all white people. And if you look below from the ceiling, probably you'll see the only patch of black hair in the middle of somewhere. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, I am just exaggerating. There'll be lots of Asians there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I continue, Happy Chinese New Year to everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The busiest days of Chinese New Year are over. So, to me, it'll be sort of like a 11 more days of calm and relaxing new year atmosphere which I pretty much enjoy. The sad part is I meet many relatives literally only during Chinese New Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they ask me the same questions every year plus, "You've grown fatter." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, before I go, I hope you'll have fun collecting your red packets. Times are bad when you notice the red turning to green and the green turning to blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1701410144882764894?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1701410144882764894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-year-and-flight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1701410144882764894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1701410144882764894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-year-and-flight.html' title='New Year and Flight'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1724027017557034155</id><published>2011-01-29T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T09:16:57.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest Time</title><content type='html'>Friday was my last day of work, so after this, I'll have to claim unemployment benefits from my father. It feels weird not working. Earning money seemed fun to me. You know, the anticipation of waiting for 30 days before your next paycheck , and the ability to finish it all off the next day if you are not careful? I am always not careful. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably I'll just stop studying and start working. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If my dad allows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is unlikely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I stopped blogging for more than a month. The problem is, when I blog, and when you use about 30 seconds to finish my post, I would have taken 20 minutes to create that particular post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a unrelated note, my friend asked me to meet up for dim sum in the afternoon tomorrow ( Sunday). He asked if there was any good places around my house. I excitedly told him there was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On second thought, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are dim sums sold in the afternoon? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1724027017557034155?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1724027017557034155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/01/rest-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1724027017557034155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1724027017557034155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2011/01/rest-time.html' title='Rest Time'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4938107594709010850</id><published>2010-12-21T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T05:54:39.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this blog is dying... Nevertheless.. I am too tired to think of ways to revive it. I have no patience in uploading photos and my brain runs out of ideas every time I reach home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few visits a day provide a debilitating effect on my urge to blog. Haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe when I stop working, and when I have some disposable time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe, my previous post kinda chased away those few advertisers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4938107594709010850?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4938107594709010850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-think-this-blog-is-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4938107594709010850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4938107594709010850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-think-this-blog-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3489112744543064998</id><published>2010-12-17T03:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T03:30:22.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All over</title><content type='html'>My chat box is like a spam box for advertisements.. Kinda irritating.. If I were a 12 year old, probably, I'd believe that you believe that my blog has very high quality material. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bro once said, "If you're working, you'll really look forward to weekends." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to agree with him, with a little amendment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll look forward too , if you're studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin sister has been lamenting that she can't trust anyone of us. ( my 3 brothers and myself) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I naively thought that I was the only one who liked talking rubbish.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3489112744543064998?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3489112744543064998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3489112744543064998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3489112744543064998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-over.html' title='All over'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-2525831970916046885</id><published>2010-12-11T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T06:26:33.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself wearing the same shirts over and over again. I do have a limited number of choices when I go out. The thing is, I've grown fatter ,exponentially. I haven't been really buying new clothes because I am trying 'realistically' to fit into my old clothes back. But I am neither exercising nor cutting down the amount of food I am eating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just inhale more oxygen assuming that that would help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently watching Peter Chao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the bad words he uses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TQOJ14_HA8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/7BjbH-SPCP0/s1600/fat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TQOJ14_HA8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/7BjbH-SPCP0/s320/fat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549430724773741506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-2525831970916046885?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2525831970916046885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/12/unfit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2525831970916046885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2525831970916046885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/12/unfit.html' title='Unfit'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TQOJ14_HA8I/AAAAAAAAAWc/7BjbH-SPCP0/s72-c/fat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-889507271345131781</id><published>2010-12-10T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T08:51:01.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Walking</title><content type='html'>I am having this weird syndrome where I feel so sleepy, yet I can't find the urge to sleep. My left thigh is aching now. It's not that it's painful, it's sour? I can probably just sleep it off. Yet again, the syndrome I have just mentioned.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, my brain's too tired to think of anything to write. I am virtually closing my eyes while typing. Thanks for the compliment... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not a good idea. I think I better go off now. I am switching off the computer now.. See ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-889507271345131781?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/889507271345131781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep-walking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/889507271345131781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/889507271345131781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep-walking.html' title='Sleep Walking'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-5823920572661239773</id><published>2010-12-08T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T05:06:50.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Happens</title><content type='html'>Today is one of the worst day in my life. It cant be the worst of the worst actually. WOTW was on the day I got my A level results. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the train was ridiculously late. And before that, RM 2 was removed from my ATM account. I still don't know why. I'll have to clarify tomorrow. RM 2 can buy me six curry puffs. Or two bottles of water. Man, how could they play with money like that? Removing RM2 from a poor man's account. I don't think I over withdrew this month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, because of the train, I had to cancel my appointment with my friend. Bad things continued at home.  I dripped papaya juice onto the floor while eating the papaya and the light in my toilet burnt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I forget, my cousin was watching this show yesterday and I asked him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Have you watch this show before?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nope." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The girls like it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Is it? Damn boring. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? I told you Twillight rocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-5823920572661239773?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5823920572661239773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/12/shit-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5823920572661239773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5823920572661239773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/12/shit-happens.html' title='Shit Happens'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-7690938145719642057</id><published>2010-11-29T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T06:50:27.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>So.. Izad is the 22nd follower. Thanks man. He likes crapping, so this didn't come as a surprise. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you people remember, I asked for your suggestions on what to blog a few weeks ago. My friend suggested my old school VI. So I shall not break my promise. You're only allow to break promises made to a woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My school is 117 years old. It's rich in history, so we have a museum as well. It has teachers, er.. just  like any other schools. Ah... and a headmaster. A few senior assistants. and of course, students... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, Let's cut the crap . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think one thing cool about this school is that it looks like an old British school. Very huge, and I got lost during my first week of school. I had a second house there until it (the house) got burnt. . Sad... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling nostalgic here.. I can't write anymore..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go and cry first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-7690938145719642057?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7690938145719642057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7690938145719642057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7690938145719642057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3552688430410309488</id><published>2010-11-26T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:11:56.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finance Party</title><content type='html'>I was at this finance party which is held every year, last night. Admittedly, I didn't dress up well for the occasion. The theme was Hollywood versus Bollywood. And you were supposed to dress like celebrities on the red carpet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had a noisy atmosphere. I didn't talk much, because er.. I was too young? haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the first time in history, I actually won a lucky draw. I had two prizes, but technically, I only won one ( if I am not mistaken, 'won' and 'one' sound the same) because everyone gets at least one prize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The prizes are pretty cool... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my mother...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An iron and a cooker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3552688430410309488?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3552688430410309488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/finance-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3552688430410309488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3552688430410309488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/finance-party.html' title='Finance Party'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6664612649846109058</id><published>2010-11-24T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T05:16:08.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>Hi, how's everybody? I hope everyone's doing fine. If I didn't ask for an extension, it would actually be my last week of working. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like talking about the past. Whenever I hear this dragon ball song, it gives me the nostalgia. And my brothers seem perplexed that I go to youtube just to download the song. Not forgetting about power rangers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in my defense, if you're really a music lover, you'll notice that the power ranger song has sickass guitar riffs. Maybe the silly part lies at the "Go go Power Rangers" which is kinda childish. But try listening to the intro and verse. ( The show only aired the chorus ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am already turning 20. And I can't stress enough how fast time flies and how fast it will fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a unrelated event, I've been having headaches. When I tell my concerned mum, she'll ask, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Which part?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Er... the head?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-6664612649846109058?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6664612649846109058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6664612649846109058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6664612649846109058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/past.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-5481121562495874801</id><published>2010-11-19T04:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T05:09:15.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary</title><content type='html'>Either I have been influenced by Juet or I've been mouseless for quite some time, I actually prefer using the tab than the mouse to navigate the cursor. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I currently find myself unable to enjoy life despite having a decent job ( cough ) and a place to stay. I sound so American. Something's been bugging me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice minor Christmas decorations when I go to the shopping complexes. It's already approaching December. As I far as I can remember, I just recently took down the Christmas tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Harry Potter last night. To be honest, I didn't enjoy the movie. Maybe it's because I don't read the book. Maybe the fun is when what you read becomes observable on screen. To think of it , good books usually aren't followed by good movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twillight, er.. haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat pray love, er.. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eragon, er... haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord of the Ring is nice, but the books are hard to decipher. This is an opposite case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Potter, er.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, let's just hope Ashveer doesn't kill me for saying these things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-5481121562495874801?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5481121562495874801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/summary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5481121562495874801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5481121562495874801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/summary.html' title='Summary'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3917998526953161827</id><published>2010-11-17T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T03:44:13.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too slow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Er.. It takes a long time to upload a photo. So, I'll just upload one. Just to prove that I really went to China. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TOO_VckdZdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6kAxm2qFHI0/s1600/IMG_9379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TOO_VckdZdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6kAxm2qFHI0/s320/IMG_9379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540482341763114450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;China has many great structures. Impressed by them. By the way, the person on the right is my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3917998526953161827?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3917998526953161827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/too-slow_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3917998526953161827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3917998526953161827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/too-slow_17.html' title='Too slow..'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TOO_VckdZdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6kAxm2qFHI0/s72-c/IMG_9379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-8340697198468571988</id><published>2010-11-16T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T03:38:06.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I went to China for a few days, Beijing specifically. And Beijing is like flooded with ridiculously beautiful girls. They looked hot even in winter clothes. Man.. great sight. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, I kinda understood roughly what the tour leader was talking about (in Mandarin ) . A young chap, 25 years old, has a good voice ( he sang a few songs ) and not bad looking. I personally think that he'll pass the American Idol audition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post some pictures for the next post. (rhymes eh... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Kedah girls are hot too.. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-8340697198468571988?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8340697198468571988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8340697198468571988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8340697198468571988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-2580965512072999312</id><published>2010-11-06T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T01:37:04.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>I had a hair cut yesterday. And every time, I enter the barber shop, she would say that I have looked fatter. I am actually a little confused. I get fatter every time see her or, since the last day that I was thin?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my new hair cut, I look like an idiot. I know I am an idiot, but.. i dont wanna look like one. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-2580965512072999312?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2580965512072999312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2580965512072999312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2580965512072999312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/11/hair-cut.html' title='The Hair Cut'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-7899299585237843194</id><published>2010-10-30T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T03:18:57.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>Remember my post on the show Family Guy? I was initially skeptical about liking it because one of my friends has said it sucked. Since Muhsin likes it too, I don't feel that weird to admit that I do like that show. Anyway, if I am not mistaken, it won some awards. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I am actually gonna start a new blog. It's gonna be different from this. I will be writing on subjects which I will learn in University. Sort of to like enhance my own understanding. And I suppose the blog will be created next year. This blog will be maintained... cause... we can't mix crap and learning together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did make a new blog. But it has no distinctive difference from this one. So, I just wrote two posts on that blog and left it hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6969357108713407560-7899299585237843194?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7899299585237843194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7899299585237843194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7899299585237843194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3279854238312888531</id><published>2010-10-29T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T04:57:56.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lappy and Key</title><content type='html'>I am pretty sure that you guys know that new laptops nowadays have the webcam installed in them so that you would't have the trouble of setting it up manually.. So, there would be like a tiny piece  lens facing towards you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel unsafe. It's like I'm recording myself all the time.  I just changed my clothes. What if the whole world saw my little brother?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an unrelated event, I spent about 20 minutes in office searching for a key which was in my pocket all along. Hmm.. I need to think of an excuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yeah, there's actually a mini pocket in my pocket. The key was there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case justified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3279854238312888531?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3279854238312888531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/lappy-and-key.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3279854238312888531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3279854238312888531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/lappy-and-key.html' title='Lappy and Key'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-8747332742991870185</id><published>2010-10-28T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T05:24:49.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TMlqLxRjA0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/njVaKJkGoLI/s1600/family+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TMlqLxRjA0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/njVaKJkGoLI/s320/family+guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533070367639405378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my friends, once commented that Family Guy sucked like hell. I personally find it ok. They kinda remind me of the Simpsons, which I also think where the problem lies, in a sense that they have some form of resemblance to the Simpsons. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little dirty, not suitable for kids. It has a 16 age limit actually to watch the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, how's everyone doing? I've been looking at your facebooks, to see how you're doing. You feel touched? Probably not.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fine, thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-8747332742991870185?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8747332742991870185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8747332742991870185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8747332742991870185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-guy.html' title='Family Guy'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TMlqLxRjA0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/njVaKJkGoLI/s72-c/family+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6015233884215235561</id><published>2010-10-28T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T05:23:55.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TMlqLxRjA0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/njVaKJkGoLI/s1600/family+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TMlqLxRjA0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/njVaKJkGoLI/s320/family+guy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533070367639405378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my friends, once commented that Family Guy sucked like hell. I personally find it ok. They kinda remind me of the Simpsons, which I also think the problem lies in that they have some form of resemblance to the Simpsons. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little dirty, not suitable for kids. It has a 16 age limit actually to watch the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, how's everyone doing? I've been looking at your facebooks, to see how you're doing. You feel touched? Probably not.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fine, thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-6015233884215235561?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6015233884215235561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-of-my-friends-once-commented-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6015233884215235561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6015233884215235561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-of-my-friends-once-commented-that.html' title=''/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TMlqLxRjA0I/AAAAAAAAAWA/njVaKJkGoLI/s72-c/family+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4489996838825286591</id><published>2010-10-24T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:01:26.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Slice From Work</title><content type='html'>I think I forgot to tell you that the hottest girl in my office just left. She is joining the front line I think. I think it means seeing customers. Argh, why do I think so much? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Thursday was her last day. There were a variety of mini cakes and tiny buns for everyone. And earlier on I received an email asking if I would like to contribute to her gift. Although, I don't really know her, I passed RM 5 to my manager because she's so hot. Kidding.. I mean the hotness. No no, I mean the fact that I didn't donate RM 5 because she's hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I have recently realised that my interest in science has drastically plummeted. I still like Physics, Chemistry, erm.. perhaps 60% gone, while Biology is like so strange to me now. And I actually wanted to be a doctor last time. What the hell was I thinking? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were in medic school now, I would figuratively die there, erm.. maybe literally. I would figuratively literally die there. Which technically means that I won't die there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That disappoints my dad a little I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He used to say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Son, I would like you to be a doctor." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have replied,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dad, I would like you to be a doctor. I'll pay for your fees." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ironically, I used to like science a lot to the extend that I performed some experiments. There was this mini parachute, propelling a cock, ops cork, volcanic eruption and I tried making a mini rocket that would operate using a glue bottle. The last one didn't work out. I lack funds. I was 12, and RM 1 a day from my parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, my interest in finance and economics is kinda increasing where you can draw an exponential graph ( see? Physics in action ). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better be going now. Thanks for reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4489996838825286591?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4489996838825286591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/slice-from-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4489996838825286591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4489996838825286591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/slice-from-work.html' title='A Slice From Work'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-157127333880381877</id><published>2010-10-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T08:56:05.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Through</title><content type='html'>Alright, thank you for the suggestions on the chat box. Writing about life in VI seems like a good idea. But I am damn sleepy now. As such, writing about my school now would be disrespectful. I'll save it for the next few days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. and I don't write about politics.. Sorry.. Maybe I could write about Mr  C instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roti Canai and teh tarik? Er.. price increased. That's all I know.. Wait, they taste good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read a short article about bed bugs yesterday. And this morning, the top part of my feet felt quite itchy. They still do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must life treat me this way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-157127333880381877?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/157127333880381877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/passing-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/157127333880381877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/157127333880381877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/passing-through.html' title='Passing Through'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1858894710796205101</id><published>2010-10-21T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T04:46:23.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired, So Titleless</title><content type='html'>Phew.. tomorrow's Friday. I think the only thing that makes Friday an interesting working day is because there are Saturday and Sunday backing it up. Thursday's pretty good as well with three nice days behind it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the month of September, I had nothing to do. It feels as though my situation has turned probably about 360 degrees. This is quite insane, but I am actually not complaining about it, nor am I completely enjoying it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you know, I was gonna work for about three months. Er.. I requested for another two months.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And got granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1858894710796205101?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1858894710796205101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/tired-so-titleless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1858894710796205101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1858894710796205101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/tired-so-titleless.html' title='Tired, So Titleless'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4319537310639663297</id><published>2010-10-17T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T06:04:30.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+_+ "</title><content type='html'>I recently received a letter which started, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Edwin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Due to your professional status, you are entitled to. . . ." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.. I am a professional? I didn't realise that cocking was a profession. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like writing a very long post, but then, the brain's kinda empty.  Maybe you guys who read my blog should suggest something for me to write about at the chat box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be much appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4319537310639663297?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4319537310639663297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4319537310639663297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4319537310639663297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='+_+ &quot;'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4048846493040603916</id><published>2010-10-14T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T07:49:08.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random</title><content type='html'>Carmen commented that my blog is a good ( she didn't say 'good' actually )place to release stress. Well.. thanks.. haha.. Hmm.. My blog does have a cool rainy background with some lame stuffs to be shared. So, I suppose she's right. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think quite a number of people think that I am a graduate. The question I always receive is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Which University are you from?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Er... Taylor's?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4048846493040603916?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4048846493040603916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4048846493040603916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4048846493040603916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-random.html' title='Just Random'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1944889145636621360</id><published>2010-10-12T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T06:45:00.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Despite working for long hours, I kinda managed to catch a few movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhQjv5g6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Lov4V9eBYhM/s1600/legend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhQjv5g6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Lov4V9eBYhM/s320/legend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527149579792384930" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, Legend of the fist.. what can I say.. The story line is ok, kinda predictable. I actually predicted that one particular girl would be raped. It's not that I am a pervert. It's just that, a war was going on and people were tortured.  But the fighting moves ... fantastic... Definitely a guy's show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhYVdl4HI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GiGqplNF2_E/s1600/owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhYVdl4HI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GiGqplNF2_E/s320/owl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527149713396457586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 182px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this, watching it 3D is really 3D. It just feels that you're there. Storyline's not bad.. but thumbs up for the 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhgkRAmOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_Ul9dwLN25A/s1600/eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhcwpdb1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/QycvZqjgCAg/s1600/det.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhcwpdb1I/AAAAAAAAAVw/QycvZqjgCAg/s320/det.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527149789413470034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's like Chinese Sherlock Holmes. But the cause of mystery is kinda known even at the beginning. However, you need to watch the show to find out the culprit behind the cause. Old style fighting. I think your granddad would like it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhgkRAmOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_Ul9dwLN25A/s1600/eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhgkRAmOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_Ul9dwLN25A/s1600/eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 273px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhgkRAmOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_Ul9dwLN25A/s320/eat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527149854809168098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my opinion, this is the craziest movie I have ever watched. By the way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy = Boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, this story kinda has a good meaning behind it. However (again), the meaning of the movie is not dramatically utilised. It's ok if you don't understand what I mean. This is a crap blog any way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must have noticed that I told you nothing about the stories of the above movies. I just don't want to be a spoiler. Maybe I spoiled the 4th movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1944889145636621360?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1944889145636621360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1944889145636621360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1944889145636621360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/movie-review.html' title='Movie Review?'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TLRhQjv5g6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/Lov4V9eBYhM/s72-c/legend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-2146349007000910193</id><published>2010-10-08T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:57:46.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn...</title><content type='html'>As some of you know ( or all of you who read my blog) , I am currently working. I am starting to get use to being in front of the computer all day long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I am guy, I am not really a computer person. I only know how to turn on the computer. In fact, the first day of work, I was kinda embarrassed that they needed to teach me how to use microsoft excel. Maybe I am exaggerating as you need some kind of knowledge to register a blog and blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I am not Kenny Sia, but I humbly think that there are some of you who enjoy reading my blog. So, I apologise for not updating as often as I did last time. I come home tired, and the brain doesn't function well. Oh wait, my brain never functions well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, do continue visiting this blog. Read the old posts or something. haha... or play with the hamster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-2146349007000910193?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2146349007000910193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/yawn.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2146349007000910193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2146349007000910193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/yawn.html' title='Yawn...'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-2675210153448447158</id><published>2010-10-03T01:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:22:12.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologise for my lack of posts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been coming across with something interesting... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-2675210153448447158?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2675210153448447158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-apologise-for-my-lack-of-posts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2675210153448447158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2675210153448447158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-apologise-for-my-lack-of-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-2125552230618510302</id><published>2010-09-28T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T06:18:07.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random</title><content type='html'>I was heading home just now in quite a crowded train when someone actually vomited there. And suddenly there was this huge gap where no one stands. That just showed that the train wasn't that crowded after all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose it would be a good idea to pretend to wanna vomit if you're like stuck in front of the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, the movie "Legend of the Fist" is damn nice.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am watching it later.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-2125552230618510302?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2125552230618510302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2125552230618510302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2125552230618510302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-random.html' title='Just Random'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-8888159610965200376</id><published>2010-09-26T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:42:08.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wave of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. I kinda feel that I am an outdated person when it comes to Mobile phones. While people are using the types of phones below, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8GppMyomI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YqBLSB5zkII/s1600/I+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8GppMyomI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YqBLSB5zkII/s320/I+phone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521138980683424354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8FQyES1fI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TlsroOZY1kk/s1600/I+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8FQyES1fI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/TlsroOZY1kk/s320/I+phone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521137454055347698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8Ek0_2A0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/bvK-LMqk72M/s1600/I+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8Ek0_2A0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/bvK-LMqk72M/s320/I+phone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521136698927743810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8EWB3PlGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/M_TQInO9S38/s1600/I+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8EWB3PlGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/M_TQInO9S38/s320/I+phone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521136444683293794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8EV3zf6kI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Pfv8G9xNub8/s1600/HTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8EV3zf6kI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Pfv8G9xNub8/s320/HTC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521136441983232578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am only using a torch light phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8DspfYUfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/M_7TDzHa58o/s1600/IMG_8973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8DspfYUfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/M_7TDzHa58o/s320/IMG_8973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521135733766115826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess there's nothing I can do for I come from a poor family.. Sob.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I am sure you guys know about the new I phone 4 , from what I hear, people have been queuing for hours for them, some up to 8 hours.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.. must be one hell of a phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-8888159610965200376?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8888159610965200376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/wave-of-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8888159610965200376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8888159610965200376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/wave-of-change.html' title='The Wave of Change'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJ8GppMyomI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YqBLSB5zkII/s72-c/I+phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3758041275985242148</id><published>2010-09-24T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:07:12.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You. Come Again</title><content type='html'>I am sure you guys know about some toilets which charge a ridiculously ( personal opinion ) high price per entry. If I am not mistaken , there 's one in Mid valley,which you enter for RM 5. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Mid valley with my friends yesterday. Obviously , none of us have ever tried those type of toilets before. So, we wouldn't know why would it be RM 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps, in my opinion, they provide coffee? Or maybe there's a nice table with comfortable chairs for you. Or maybe a television inside or all of the things mentioned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of friends on the other hand came up with a couple of  brilliant ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Someone helps you by holding your penis when you pee." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Someone wipes your ass for you. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure if I would spend RM 5 to find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3758041275985242148?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3758041275985242148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/thank-you-come-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3758041275985242148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3758041275985242148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/thank-you-come-again.html' title='Thank You. Come Again'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-8963058349114538575</id><published>2010-09-23T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T06:54:35.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexplainable Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night, I spent quite some time. maybe 5 minutes staring at this picture. It kinda made me feel nostalgic. I just find the scenery pretty awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJtbGJ1OCxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/N0pdAZXK-0k/s1600/class+trip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJtbGJ1OCxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/N0pdAZXK-0k/s320/class+trip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520105929549155090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder who took this picture. Should thank her. It has to be a girl, cause all the guys who went for the trip are in the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-8963058349114538575?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8963058349114538575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/unexplainable-nostalgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8963058349114538575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8963058349114538575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/unexplainable-nostalgia.html' title='Unexplainable Nostalgia'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJtbGJ1OCxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/N0pdAZXK-0k/s72-c/class+trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-7406795121774576379</id><published>2010-09-22T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T07:48:04.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon cake and Puffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJoUBmWZu3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/eERWZ46J8NQ/s1600/mooncake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJoUBmWZu3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/eERWZ46J8NQ/s320/mooncake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519746311002897266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Moon cake Festival! I intentionally chose a round moon cake for you all. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I heard rumors that today was supposed to be a holiday for me. Luckily I reconfirmed by asking, or else I'll be absent for no reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why were you absent yesterday?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Er... ? Moon cake?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a new friend today. She , all of a sudden, offered to help me in my work. Probably because I looked as though I was struggling doing the job. I was struggling by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She reminds me of a friend. 80 % resemblance. Seriously. I wanted to ask her whether Carmen was her sister though I knew that Carmen doesn't have a sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprisingly hungry when I was heading home. And in my mind, it was curry puffs. That guy usually doesn't sell them in the evenings, but he was there. The funny things is that, the price of  street curry puffs  still RM1 for three. It's like, it's been that price since, the day I have bought my first curry puffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I bought three. I actually felt guilty because they were damn cheap. I am not rich but paying RM 1 for average sized curry puffs was like exploiting that guy. Not to forget the free plastic bag. And they were hot inside. Good bargain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew... the salesgirl wasn't there today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-7406795121774576379?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7406795121774576379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/moon-cake-and-puffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7406795121774576379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7406795121774576379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/moon-cake-and-puffs.html' title='Moon cake and Puffs'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TJoUBmWZu3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/eERWZ46J8NQ/s72-c/mooncake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6372980724988122695</id><published>2010-09-20T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T06:08:01.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet.. Hopefully.</title><content type='html'>Let's have the usual welcome ceremony. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's give a round of applause to wildcat ( I hope she's a girl ) for being the 21st follower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More and more people are following my crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, while I was heading towards the LRT station to go home when a salesgirl approached me. The moment I saw her, my hand was already up , which signaled a 'no'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got so upset and if I am not mistaken told me in Mandarin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why are you treating me like this....?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah! Sounded like a wife to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanted to help. But, I can't. Despite wearing formal clothes to work, I only bring home 750 a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-6372980724988122695?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6372980724988122695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/short-and-sweet-hopefully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6372980724988122695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6372980724988122695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/short-and-sweet-hopefully.html' title='Short and Sweet.. Hopefully.'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3336467284720939477</id><published>2010-09-18T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T06:02:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farts and Releases</title><content type='html'>I was off during Malaysia day. Great move by the government. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I attended two workshops. My friend kinda couldn't make it, so he gave me his pass. Not good to waste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one was on acoustic guitar. The speaker was an American. And he said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You people must be wondering how can I talk about the acoustic guitar for 90 minutes. I am an American, I can talk about anything for 90 minutes. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hats off to the Americans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great seminar by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second one, which I had been looking forward to, was the bass workshop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Malaysian, Chinese with a fantastic hairstyle and a humble attitude. And I have recently realised that good bass players make clown faces when they play. However, not all good bass players do that though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was inspired and have decided to improve my lousy skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for today, I went to Kenny Rogers for dinner with my younger brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave me an advice which I was amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go watch Resident Evil." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cause it's not nice." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must have noticed that I use the word 'amaze' or any word with its root quite frequently. Sorry for my poor vocabulary.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3336467284720939477?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3336467284720939477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/farts-and-releases.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3336467284720939477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3336467284720939477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/farts-and-releases.html' title='Farts and Releases'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3158077044483375206</id><published>2010-09-14T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T06:07:22.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Do It...</title><content type='html'>If you are a pessimist, if something goes wrong, you wont feel that disappointed. And if something goes well, unexpectedly especially, you'll be ecstatic, cause.. you didn't expect it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, if you're an optimist, if things go well, which you've expected it, not much of a joy isn't it? I don't think I have to tell you what happens if things go wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... I think we'll be better off being a pessimist.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a hypothesis.. &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/6969357108713407560-3158077044483375206?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3158077044483375206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3158077044483375206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3158077044483375206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-do-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Do It...'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-999774025304882759</id><published>2010-09-10T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T07:39:41.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Food Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I had buffet lunch today, to celebrate Raya actually. And you know, when you go for buffet, you try to each as much as you can. Very surprisingly, the one I went cost only about RM 25 ++ . It was a promotion. But there was a catch though, you'll need to have even number of people eating. As in, your family or friends must consist of 2,4,6 8 etc people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I don't think it's hard fulfilling that requirement. You can invite a stranger to join you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pretty great bargain. But, I forgot the restaurant's name. Haha.. what's the point of promoting without the name? I'll ask my mum if you really need to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned earlier, I ate a lot. Despite that , I then went for an early dinner at chilis with my friends at KLCC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TIo9pe5k7AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QyDsOJi29lo/s1600/chili.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TIo9pe5k7AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QyDsOJi29lo/s320/chili.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515288476547083266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a torturous meal. I was already damn full. Nevertheless, I need to stress out that chilis' mashed potatoes is ( or are? ) the best I've ever tasted. Good service too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the ice lemon tea was refillable , I took three glasses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, doesn't the chili above look like something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-999774025304882759?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/999774025304882759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-food-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/999774025304882759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/999774025304882759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/crazy-food-day.html' title='Crazy Food Day'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TIo9pe5k7AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QyDsOJi29lo/s72-c/chili.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-2550094523076879161</id><published>2010-09-08T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T05:25:34.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiredness</title><content type='html'>For the time being, I've been working, and then sleeping and back to working. I am beginning to get accustomed to it. And when I get great ideas in the morning to be posted on the blog, they mysteriously vanish when I come home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose that would explain the lack of posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. what did I wanted to post? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-2550094523076879161?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2550094523076879161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/tiredness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2550094523076879161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2550094523076879161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/tiredness.html' title='Tiredness'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4817460025023017298</id><published>2010-09-04T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T02:51:58.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am really amazed how people spend so much time on facebook. Many people I know, love the facebook. Facebook is like a global virus. I seriously did try to get hooked on facebook but I unfortunately couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TIITIoGWulI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-5cnG4EpRc8/s1600/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TIITIoGWulI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-5cnG4EpRc8/s320/facebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512989932778863186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some told me that it's because of the facebook games. I have to admit that I've never tried the games before. However, if you're the type of person who likes playing Starcraft or red alert, I think you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TIITntqan8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Zx0sz9AAZrs/s1600/starcraft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TIITntqan8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Zx0sz9AAZrs/s320/starcraft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512990466848235458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do enjoy looking at the pictures posted on facebook. Yet again, the enjoyment doesn't really last for long. Nevertheless, I do salute the creativity and capability of the facebook founder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I would like to tell you an incident. I had dinner yesterday with my friends. There was this time where I had to reverse my car. And it doesn't take a PHD holder to know that the act of reversing is much slower than driving forward. Another car from far, was speeding towards me. I am 100% sure that from far he could see that I was reversing my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apparently was blocking his way because I needed more space. He honked at me after what it seemed a sudden brake for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Edwin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4817460025023017298?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4817460025023017298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4817460025023017298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4817460025023017298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TIITIoGWulI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-5cnG4EpRc8/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-2398145950472322717</id><published>2010-09-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T05:34:21.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaint</title><content type='html'>I've already started working with today being my second day. Everyone seems nice and polite. But I am not sure though of their reaction of I happen to make a big mistake in the future. I am working at least 8 hours a day. So, it's kinda tiring when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of visits to this blog has drastically reduced to a mere 10 today. I wonder what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should put a naked photo of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, it might drive the hits to zero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-2398145950472322717?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/2398145950472322717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/complaint.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2398145950472322717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/2398145950472322717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/09/complaint.html' title='Complaint'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1986412824355194347</id><published>2010-08-30T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T06:40:44.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Intelligent</title><content type='html'>I didn't know how to spell 'intelligent' and googled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a being has a lower intelligence, we would be amused even if it performs a normal task. For example, a dog who sits when it's told ( I know some of you dog owners aren't that impressed anymore at its ability to sit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that your parents aren't amazed if you sit when told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THuz14Ar-nI/AAAAAAAAAT4/J0XMGETRaK4/s1600/sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THuz14Ar-nI/AAAAAAAAAT4/J0XMGETRaK4/s320/sitting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511196307167640178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, probably they would if you shit when told.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1986412824355194347?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1986412824355194347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/being-intelligent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1986412824355194347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1986412824355194347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/being-intelligent.html' title='Being Intelligent'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THuz14Ar-nI/AAAAAAAAAT4/J0XMGETRaK4/s72-c/sitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-8450287216836470140</id><published>2010-08-29T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T07:46:58.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last last night, I had quite a strange dream, on smoking. Wow.. And in that particular dream which is kinda obscure to me now, I was thinking: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am actually smoking... " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THpxZoAUSDI/AAAAAAAAATw/rpD9YWCShtk/s1600/cigarette.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THpxZoAUSDI/AAAAAAAAATw/rpD9YWCShtk/s320/cigarette.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510841779090638898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I puffed and puffed and puffed. Lol... My mouth felt dry and I was pretty thirsty. But there was no water in the dream. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the strange thing is that, the cigarette stick didn't seem to get shorter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I continue smoking because it was still long. I didn't want to waste the cigarette. Finally, I gave up  and threw it into the dustbin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It caught fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-8450287216836470140?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8450287216836470140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/smoking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8450287216836470140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8450287216836470140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/smoking.html' title='Smoking'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THpxZoAUSDI/AAAAAAAAATw/rpD9YWCShtk/s72-c/cigarette.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-603946346007242390</id><published>2010-08-26T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T09:08:22.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Audrey for being the 20th follower.. She's currently selling durians in Australia... Kidding.. I mean the durians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I visited my friends at IMU yesterday. Many people stared at us because Juet and I wore shorts and slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THaOuaw6QWI/AAAAAAAAATo/vE7XjyEBccY/s320/doctor%60.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;IMU friends seem to be enjoying their orientation. Such bright futures for them. And it's good to have so many doctor friends. Free medical treatment. Besides that, it'll be easier to tell them your problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;" Hey James, my penis hurts." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or probably you would like to be more adventurous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;" Hey Catherine, my penis hurts. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-603946346007242390?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/603946346007242390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/heal-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/603946346007242390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/603946346007242390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/heal-me.html' title='Heal Me'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THaOuaw6QWI/AAAAAAAAATo/vE7XjyEBccY/s72-c/doctor%60.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-871946270009020189</id><published>2010-08-25T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:22:02.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheapo Expo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My friend who allegedly owed me six scoops of Baskin Robbins bought me a scoop today ( there's just no way that I am asking him for six, ain't that bad ) .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THVBbZ1JWMI/AAAAAAAAATY/UcwpBqfrvq4/s1600/baskin+robbins.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THVBbZ1JWMI/AAAAAAAAATY/UcwpBqfrvq4/s320/baskin+robbins.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509381658203740354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suppose good things are usually expensive. And I am sure that you've heard people saying that cheap things can be good as well, and that you can't guarantee that expensive things are always better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kinda gets me confused. How can a cheap stuff be better than an expensive stuff ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An expensive stuff will always be better than a cheap stuff right?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's precisely why I always lack money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-871946270009020189?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/871946270009020189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/cheapo-expo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/871946270009020189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/871946270009020189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/cheapo-expo.html' title='Cheapo Expo'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THVBbZ1JWMI/AAAAAAAAATY/UcwpBqfrvq4/s72-c/baskin+robbins.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-5774641835046792790</id><published>2010-08-24T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T04:29:27.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Situation</title><content type='html'>People just love making fun of me.. I dont know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THOsHvxUjOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SXSluB4ffSM/s1600/DSC01838_conew1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THOsHvxUjOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SXSluB4ffSM/s320/DSC01838_conew1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508936018286644450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They went to the extend of posting my picture in the billboard. Spent so much money for a prank like this? Get a life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-5774641835046792790?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5774641835046792790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/sad-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5774641835046792790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5774641835046792790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/sad-situation.html' title='Sad Situation'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THOsHvxUjOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SXSluB4ffSM/s72-c/DSC01838_conew1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3819710263478275759</id><published>2010-08-23T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T04:28:08.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Shu Fang for being the 19th follower. If you want to know the guy she loves, please send me an email..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you guys who have already started studying in IMU congratulations.. You people are so lucky to be able to study.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THJaWPQ_Q9I/AAAAAAAAATA/PdqH_p50tH8/s320/homework.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While I have to rot at home... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THJahcrWdMI/AAAAAAAAATI/nlNRUMrwn0k/s320/beach.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ai... life sucks... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3819710263478275759?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3819710263478275759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3819710263478275759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3819710263478275759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/THJaWPQ_Q9I/AAAAAAAAATA/PdqH_p50tH8/s72-c/homework.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-6565097666851198711</id><published>2010-08-22T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T07:16:51.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PD experience</title><content type='html'>I visited my grandmother and stayed at her house for a night. She speaks Hainanese. So.. most of the time I didn't know what she was talking about. I just said yes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta bo ? (Understand?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Mmm.. (Yes)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta bo ? ( Understand ? ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Mmm... (Yes) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*$#^$^&amp;amp;%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta bo ? (Understand?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;Mmm.. (Yes)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time she ended the conversation with Tabo, I'll say yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was once where she asked me to go and take a bath. She gestured by placing her hand on her head. (cause bathing is done with a pail). And that time, she coincidentally finished combing her hair. So I thought she was asking me whether her hair looked good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Edwin, go shower." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;"Good.. good... ( with a thumb's up sign )"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-6565097666851198711?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/6565097666851198711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/pd-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6565097666851198711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/6565097666851198711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/pd-experience.html' title='PD experience'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1410152576564625942</id><published>2010-08-20T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:03:13.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>I am just glad that you guys like the book. However, you guys aren't the only ones who are excited about the book. My dad told the whole world about it, figuratively speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My son wrote a book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TG6H_cHeYsI/AAAAAAAAASw/HDoNAJNJ2zM/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TG6H_cHeYsI/AAAAAAAAASw/HDoNAJNJ2zM/s320/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507488918269747906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's just embarrassing for me cause it's just a book catered only to PM3 members, not a mass production, that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. some of you have commented that the book is not as controversial as it should be. I apologise for that as I think I removed about 20% of the content due to Juet's advice and also my parents'. Some parts which I removed did send Juet knocking his head repeatedly ( exaggeration ) because he felt that the book will lose its vigour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do personally feel that the book has indeed lost its vigour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you really want to know what the extra controversial stuffs are, do ask me when you meet me next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably five years time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1410152576564625942?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1410152576564625942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1410152576564625942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1410152576564625942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TG6H_cHeYsI/AAAAAAAAASw/HDoNAJNJ2zM/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1093656472610591825</id><published>2010-08-19T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:34:22.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>I have recently found out that there are new followers in ( or on or at) my blog, sorry for my poor English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be an appropriate thing to thank them (tammy and machii).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel honoured that they appreciate the crap that I write on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I think I'll stick with 'on'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1093656472610591825?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1093656472610591825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1093656472610591825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1093656472610591825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-8844633749578663073</id><published>2010-08-18T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T04:35:19.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah I forgot to tell you that, some apple residue was stuck in between my teeth just now. I couldn't get it out with the tooth brush. In the end, I used my tongue to get it out. after struggling a while of course..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. I think the tongue is better at cleaning than the tooth brush. Why bother buying a tooth brush to brush your teeth then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGvFDySE4eI/AAAAAAAAASY/W6Wz3jQVRC4/s1600/tongue.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGvFDySE4eI/AAAAAAAAASY/W6Wz3jQVRC4/s320/tongue.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506711638218432994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This will do.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don't be discouraged to buy New Zealand apples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-8844633749578663073?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/8844633749578663073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/tongue-master.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8844633749578663073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/8844633749578663073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/tongue-master.html' title='Tongue Master'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGvFDySE4eI/AAAAAAAAASY/W6Wz3jQVRC4/s72-c/tongue.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-5644727170625381974</id><published>2010-08-18T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T04:19:28.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The New Zealand apples my mum bought taste really good. You guys should  try them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGvBGHZTDyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7VFL9hkvOkk/s1600/apples.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGvBGHZTDyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7VFL9hkvOkk/s320/apples.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506707280199094050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They taste like sweet 'keropok'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-5644727170625381974?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/5644727170625381974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/apples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5644727170625381974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/5644727170625381974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/apples.html' title='Apples'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGvBGHZTDyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7VFL9hkvOkk/s72-c/apples.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3843579254802773134</id><published>2010-08-17T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T07:46:51.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edwin Update</title><content type='html'>Some of you commented that my dog's cute. But he isn't actually now, since he has gained some size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently rotting at home. I am beginning to smell even though I shower quite often. Any way it won't be  long. I'll be searching for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I log in to facebook, I'll get about hmm... erm... er.. one notification only. And it's mostly some unknown person commenting on 'my' picture. It's quite misleading sometimes, most of the time, the comments make no relevance to me. It's just 'my' photo because I've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who have received the book I recently wrote, enjoy reading... Just don't get mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there is nothing interesting that have struck me lately for me to post here, so I just thought of giving you an update of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so formal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3843579254802773134?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3843579254802773134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/edwin-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3843579254802773134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3843579254802773134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/edwin-update.html' title='Edwin Update'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-1893543975761753877</id><published>2010-08-14T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:04:17.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother dog</title><content type='html'>A thank you to Carmen and Aizat for being the 15th and 16th follower. Please clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has been treating the dog, Max, very well, like his son. Good food, an education (in the sense that the dog undergoes training classes) and a good home ( the cage looks like a kennel and it's large).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGZbvkHmPtI/AAAAAAAAASI/zndfcTtCTFY/s1600/IMG_8280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGZbvkHmPtI/AAAAAAAAASI/zndfcTtCTFY/s400/IMG_8280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505188467214532306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm.. so... Max Siew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-1893543975761753877?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/1893543975761753877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-brother-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1893543975761753877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/1893543975761753877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-brother-dog.html' title='My brother dog'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGZbvkHmPtI/AAAAAAAAASI/zndfcTtCTFY/s72-c/IMG_8280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-7458417099086900938</id><published>2010-08-13T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:46:48.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random</title><content type='html'>I went out for dinner today. Before the food arrived, I kinda recommended my younger brother to watch 'The Expendables'. I said it was nice. Pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGVoMrj1ZoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/o0ntU5z5Uyg/s1600/expendable.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504920686591043202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGVoMrj1ZoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/o0ntU5z5Uyg/s320/expendable.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And he asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You watched alone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like a sucker to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-7458417099086900938?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7458417099086900938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-random_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7458417099086900938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7458417099086900938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-random_13.html' title='Just Random'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGVoMrj1ZoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/o0ntU5z5Uyg/s72-c/expendable.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-7904398353076966193</id><published>2010-08-12T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:33:09.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consoling Complication</title><content type='html'>I got hit pretty badly today. I didn't do well in my A levels. Not to say that it's bad. Hm.. It's quite bad actually. Any way I am not going to elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that my friend and I were having this conversation about a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Eh, I failed my chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin: What did you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: 10...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was thinking, 10 out 40 was not that bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwin: Out of 40? It's ok la... You can do better man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Erm.. no... 100...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to console him. I... I.. just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504485389242503058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGPcTCkgj5I/AAAAAAAAARw/HtvxUsG9czs/s320/laugh.bmp" /&gt;Any way, he just got an 'A' for Chemistry for AS. And I think I just got my punishment for laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-7904398353076966193?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/7904398353076966193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-got-hit-pretty-badly-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7904398353076966193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/7904398353076966193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-got-hit-pretty-badly-today.html' title='Consoling Complication'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TGPcTCkgj5I/AAAAAAAAARw/HtvxUsG9czs/s72-c/laugh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-3531533530093123449</id><published>2010-08-10T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T06:06:34.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Followers</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank Mun Yoke, Anwen Chung and chrisykc for being the 12th, 13th and 14th follower. Actually, 1 should be deducted for (from) each numbering as I am the 11th follower. I was using an old and slow computer, and accidentally clicked the 'follow' button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's just plain stupid that I follow my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Edwin, you've updated your blog."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-3531533530093123449?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/3531533530093123449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/followers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3531533530093123449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/3531533530093123449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/followers.html' title='Followers'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6969357108713407560.post-4431668927139704949</id><published>2010-08-09T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T03:00:54.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Narrowed Generation Gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to Leisure Mall yesterday, with my parents, just for fun, since I had nothing to at home. So after eating some food and walking around, my dad and I were finally at this VCD shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he asked, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Erm.. what's the song, erm.. the 'Nobody' song? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The 'Nobody' song?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah.. the one always played on the radio. I think it's the what.. erm.. wonder girls?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was already extremely surprising to me that he actually liked the song, but to the extend of buying their album? Amazing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't be so surprised next time if he starts asking for the song 'Convict' from Akon. If my dad ever raps, I'm leaving Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503347492504672002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TF_RYu5HFwI/AAAAAAAAARo/8pZvDUS3dBI/s320/apek.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6969357108713407560-4431668927139704949?l=onebassist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/feeds/4431668927139704949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/narrowed-generation-gap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4431668927139704949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6969357108713407560/posts/default/4431668927139704949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onebassist.blogspot.com/2010/08/narrowed-generation-gap.html' title='The Narrowed Generation Gap'/><author><name>edwinsiew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15347117565233275586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/SVYZjNSQ4OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Q7Pna4h3-GE/S220/n620438754_771524_5308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EW9eDiNBnFk/TF_RYu5HFwI/AAAAAAAAARo/8pZvDUS3dBI/s72-c/apek.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
