<?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-6965268</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:30:00.568+08:00</updated><category term='super duper'/><category term='Daphne Iking'/><category term='http://piecesofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-duper-long-post.html'/><category term='Ascott'/><title type='text'>New SpONGe for all purposes</title><subtitle type='html'>Change, as they say, is the only constance. New job, new dreams, new achievements, failures, challenges, new friends... We must be prepared to seek new thrills and learn from all these... hopefully we all end up being better people in a better world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-5191271843543926651</id><published>2008-07-11T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:56:56.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://piecesofheaven.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-duper-long-post.html'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super duper'/><title type='text'>why i don't blog anymore</title><content type='html'>sometimes, you can just say what you feel as and when you feel. sometimes, that way, people won't take it wrongly. at the same time, only those that need to know knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, things said may be forgotten and perhaps even forgiven. but once this is put down on paper, or (GASP!) published on a blog, it's kinda hard to take back and much harder to be forgiven, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played a prank thru this very blogspace once many years back and it did kinda screw things up between some people who i still regard very highly for to this day and i must say i regret jeopardising that friendship for what it could have been for the sake of a joke. that made me rethink the intelligence of sharing so much in such an open forum such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you get the picture. this is me signing off for the final time. this site will no longer exist come 1st August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-5191271843543926651?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/5191271843543926651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/5191271843543926651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-dont-blog-anymore.html' title='why i don&apos;t blog anymore'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-5823305764142986728</id><published>2008-06-30T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:52.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SGj48va1jcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7Sut_eDMa0w/s1600-h/ts-0106-pinktutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217693890713587138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SGj48va1jcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7Sut_eDMa0w/s200/ts-0106-pinktutu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SGj48j0LA9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/kqJtnJOMw90/s1600-h/ts-0107-balletshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217693887598625746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SGj48j0LA9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/kqJtnJOMw90/s200/ts-0107-balletshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 26th Birthday, McAngel!&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/6965268-5823305764142986728?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/5823305764142986728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/5823305764142986728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2008/06/tiny-dancer.html' title='Tiny Dancer'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SGj48va1jcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7Sut_eDMa0w/s72-c/ts-0106-pinktutu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-7095901769570720799</id><published>2008-06-23T18:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:54.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ascott'/><title type='text'>RockStars rock HARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-Fw6nyr1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/D-uT-XU0QP4/s1600-h/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215033968934694738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-Fw6nyr1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/D-uT-XU0QP4/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-FxLi4MQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MxKN_GWvPF0/s1600-h/DSC_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215033973477486850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-FxLi4MQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MxKN_GWvPF0/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-FxQKOQpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zLjM4Khw38w/s1600-h/DSC_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215033974716252818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-FxQKOQpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zLjM4Khw38w/s320/DSC_0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-FxjhxamI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sjEIlxWhH8U/s1600-h/IMG_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215033979915299426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="231" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-FxjhxamI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sjEIlxWhH8U/s320/IMG_1666.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-Fx5aZu3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/JT-2q64PGMc/s1600-h/IMG_2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215033985789967218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-Fx5aZu3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/JT-2q64PGMc/s320/IMG_2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF9-g7dvFwI/AAAAAAAAADU/GY3rC9_G5-Q/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215025997701650178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF9-g7dvFwI/AAAAAAAAADU/GY3rC9_G5-Q/s320/017.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF9-hViISRI/AAAAAAAAADc/nsm-Jlg1GMg/s1600-h/P6084820_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215026004699400466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF9-hViISRI/AAAAAAAAADc/nsm-Jlg1GMg/s320/P6084820_1.JPG" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF9-hxrBI1I/AAAAAAAAADk/xyPjY7et3mI/s1600-h/DSC_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215026012252873554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="287" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF9-hxrBI1I/AAAAAAAAADk/xyPjY7et3mI/s320/DSC_0279.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF9-iOaC6vI/AAAAAAAAADs/8rVvSuCaGXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215026019966315250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF9-iOaC6vI/AAAAAAAAADs/8rVvSuCaGXQ/s320/DSC_0631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF9-iCaYhvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yQ59wd3BePQ/s1600-h/IMG_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215026016746505970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF9-iCaYhvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/yQ59wd3BePQ/s320/IMG_2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got nothing to say. just wanted to put up some pics from YN's Pajama Party @ the Ascott KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-7095901769570720799?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/7095901769570720799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/7095901769570720799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2008/06/rockstars-rock-hard.html' title='RockStars rock HARD'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SF-Fw6nyr1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/D-uT-XU0QP4/s72-c/DSC_0198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-17434155832428240</id><published>2008-06-20T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:54.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SFsJ9C51ShI/AAAAAAAAADM/yidza1E_L0k/s1600-h/bad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213771937967589906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SFsJ9C51ShI/AAAAAAAAADM/yidza1E_L0k/s320/bad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://http//thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/6/20/nation/21606174&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/6/20/nation/21606174&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is an excerpt from theStar.com.my today, which I feel is self explanatory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Elaborating on his statement on Wednesday that he “had not been able to satisfy his (Yong’s) personal greed,” Abdullah, the Barisan Nasional chairman, said that when he visited Sabah recently, he discovered that Yong was more interested in what PKR de facto leader Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim was offering him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;“God knows what Anwar is offering him, high post and so on. That’s why I said he was greedy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only God knows why. Please do not blatantly use God's great name to try save your sorry @$$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-17434155832428240?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/17434155832428240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/17434155832428240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2008/06/playing-god.html' title='Playing GOD'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/SFsJ9C51ShI/AAAAAAAAADM/yidza1E_L0k/s72-c/bad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-8297292925637876006</id><published>2007-11-10T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:54.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can now find me on FACEBOOK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RzS9mtLY9RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsOCl6Bf1Uk/s1600-h/26102007184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130934348141884690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RzS9mtLY9RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsOCl6Bf1Uk/s320/26102007184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a while since i last updated this place... well lotsa new developments (if that's what can call it!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met some new interesting friends and to some interesting places...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;am alone again though... i have now chosen to stay single for the next 6 months....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this way, i'd not hurt anymore people in 2007... and also to avoid doing more harm to myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pray for those who are lost right now... i pray for them to find their path and for them to find strength to carry on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those who have found their happiness, i pray that they will always learn to cherish it and to relive each wonderful moment like it was the first time, with the comfort of knowing there is a safety net that will catch them everytime they fall....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;old habits are hard to kick, but lets all pray that we find the strength and will to lead us to be better people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a reform is needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-8297292925637876006?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=784709433' title='you can now find me on FACEBOOK'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/8297292925637876006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/8297292925637876006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-can-now-find-me-on-facebook.html' title='you can now find me on FACEBOOK'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RzS9mtLY9RI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YsOCl6Bf1Uk/s72-c/26102007184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-8265000927700197686</id><published>2007-07-12T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom &amp; Sandie sitting on the tree....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RpY60uPsKyI/AAAAAAAAACs/NQUzW3j8iIo/s1600-h/DSC_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086317506603002658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RpY60uPsKyI/AAAAAAAAACs/NQUzW3j8iIo/s320/DSC_0401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tom and Sandie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got hitched last weekend. It was such a merry occassion with so much happening at the same time. I got the chance to know them at a more intimate manner and including some of Tom's family and Sandie's friends. Congrats to both of you... remember all the things i had to drink and eat to see you two marry-ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086317510897969970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RpY60-PsKzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/_b7aTIc7veY/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Iris - Lena - B - Helen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the entire weekend withthe newlyweds and boy what a blast it was! a weekend that i thoroughly enjoyed and relaxed... i am beginning to think that i seriously need to take a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has been hectic these past 2 months... been lots of major changes to the team as well as the project. It's not getting any easier, but somehow i find myself loving it even more. funny innit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but right now, i'm pretty drained and tired. am looking forward to a week's break sometime in August, now that Amin has given me the green light. i wonder where should i go? hmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-8265000927700197686?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/8265000927700197686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/8265000927700197686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2007/07/tom-sandie-sitting-on-tree.html' title='Tom &amp; Sandie sitting on the tree....'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RpY60uPsKyI/AAAAAAAAACs/NQUzW3j8iIo/s72-c/DSC_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-1402610309539243805</id><published>2007-06-24T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:56.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>khabe kushi khabe gamm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rn4JyzTlw7I/AAAAAAAAACk/jyEAhnI9-10/s1600-h/02062007044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079508198090982322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rn4JyzTlw7I/AAAAAAAAACk/jyEAhnI9-10/s320/02062007044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes happy.... sometimes sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's plenty of reasons to celebrate. Mukhlis has just got hitched a couple of weekends ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, congrats to the newly married couple. May this beautiful union bring many many wonderful joys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079494217972433746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rn39FDTlw1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/HkdkOA-0nGM/s320/10062007084.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079501824359514978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rn4D_zTlw2I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Qx2GOhQWf08/s320/15102006039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy 25th to YN... older, wiser, richer... but still so kwai lan. muahahhahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079501828654482290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rn4EADTlw3I/AAAAAAAAACE/ihVTDcYTnX0/s320/25122006251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lovable BOB also celebrated his 25th earlier this month.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so did a good old friend, Serene... who's an aspiring designer in her own right... happy quarter century to U. (stole this pic off her friendster acc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079503898828718978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rn4F4jTlw4I/AAAAAAAAACM/yZxCcDnModg/s320/24712480749883l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And also, not forgetting... the livewire of the group, Gerard Chung, who incedentally also celebrated his 25th just this past Friday... We miss u dude...happy B'day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079504878081262498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rn4GxjTlw6I/AAAAAAAAACc/6pZ6iqnO5A8/s320/18295643914207l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079503903123686290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rn4F4zTlw5I/AAAAAAAAACU/5oNc7Y4nBn8/s320/02062007060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And finally, happy 23rd birthday to the gorgeous Hanna Ong. U will always have a special place in my heart. I believe that you will be able to accomplish all your dreams with ease. whatever our future brings, just remember that i'll be there for u. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work has been hectic. plenty of ups and even more downs. but thankfully, there's the team and their never-ending support and encouragement. and being single again after so many years just isn't easy. but i'll survive, i guess... I'm damn hot what, so surely no probs one right? ahahhahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well... congrats and well wishes to the newlyweds, the quartercenturians, and hanna (whose newfound freedom will let her flourish and prove her worth).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;seacrest out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6965268-1402610309539243805?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/1402610309539243805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/1402610309539243805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2007/06/khabe-kushi-khabe-gamm.html' title='khabe kushi khabe gamm'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rn4JyzTlw7I/AAAAAAAAACk/jyEAhnI9-10/s72-c/02062007044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-1378331125696863543</id><published>2007-05-01T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:50:12.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for those wondering what has happened between last november til now, well i joined a local bank in the Debt Capital Markets and Structured Finance division... my role is as the tea lady-boy, sexcretary, analyst, and bond structurer.... pretty fun and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had i still stayed in Audit, you'd hear me still complain of the same ol shites to no end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the guys in the office are all great and we get along pretty well. must be my magnetic personality! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met many interesting corporate leaders in my 6 months in HLB and guys like Tom, Azli, Abang Kam, Uncle David and Karen really showed me the ropes. Was given my confirmation in my 3rd month and that was a real motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am very close to closing my first deal in the bank and it will (hopefully) be the first of its kind in the WORLD over too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting times ahead and will be looking forward to fill you guys in, in days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, also had taken up fishing and golf too! ahhahahahah.. i amuse (yes, not amaze!) myself. never thought that the very things i find boring in the past would be the things i relish in on most weekends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanna, the love of my life, has enrolled in UITM doing a degree in Mass Comm (PR) and is sometimes afraid that she might lose me due to all the &lt;em&gt;temptations&lt;/em&gt; in my line of work... well, all i can say is i love u and dun worry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow... lets all get together soon... lets make G jealous since he's not around to party with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-1378331125696863543?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/1378331125696863543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/1378331125696863543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-those-wondering-what-has-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-5588242826461955520</id><published>2007-05-01T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:48:58.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daphne Iking'/><title type='text'>What a Sunday</title><content type='html'>Hellosssss to all... it's been a few months since i had updated this site... so for those that still dropped by once a while to see how i've been, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059564880845515954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rjcvc9DWrLI/AAAAAAAAABc/W3LrBHXYaSg/s320/08112006111.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;Please allow me to pick up where we left off with an interesting story... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, i needed to go do some banking... and refuel my car for the week. Since the boys were busy that day or still in bed, i went alone lah... wanted to take Moshi, my beloved dog&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059544612894845986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="191" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RjcdBNDWrCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PFIGOHtmNYA/s320/15032007212.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt; along, but was afraid that he might cry if i leave him in the car to go to the ATM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059545050981510194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RjcdatDWrDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UyWdO6dXgZ4/s320/180px-Worn_ATM.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;and so, anyhow, i went to the SHELL kiosk in Section 17 but was informed by the indian lady there that their system cannot be accessed for the next 10 minutes. so, without wanting to waste much time i went to Paramount to pay my bills and headed to Bandar Utama's driving range to whack 100 balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059552704613231714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RjckYNDWrGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_316gmFRsDY/s320/300px-Golf_Range_02801r.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;there i saw a hongkie actor tzeto-something (who was in one of the young and dangerous series). but anyhow, after i was done it was already noon. so on my way back i stopped by the shell in BU to get some gas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059551712475786322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RjcjedDWrFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pjWPrR_T5rs/s320/shell+kiosk.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;as i was pumping gas into the car, came a safari green pearl coloured Volvo S40 bearing the no. plate DD ##. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059542289317538834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rjca59DWrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RGhDzdxk0EA/s320/S40_exterior_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my first tots were "wow, my dream car (for ages 26 - 28)!" but what was more shocking was the driver of that beauty was none other than..... (drum roll &amp; the usual JENGJENGJENG) .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059563712614411426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RjcuY9DWrKI/AAAAAAAAABU/WWBa8g9FRDo/s320/rock1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the HOTTIE who greets you to a great morning on ntv7 every weekday... dressed in yellow blouse and tight blue jeans... looking resplendent and reminded me of tweety bird :) LOL&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059556179241774210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RjcnidDWrII/AAAAAAAAABE/GryHIpLOUQQ/s320/180px-TweetyDoll.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059556183536741522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/RjcnitDWrJI/AAAAAAAAABM/fBxjKveiX14/s320/250px-Sylvester_J_Pussycat.png" width="111" border="0" /&gt;which made me, the distant admirer, feel like Sylvester J. Pussycat, Sr. anyways, she strutted along into the shop and picked up her Sunday Star and pranced like a showhorse back into the car while i salivated at the beauty (she did stop in her tracks to steal a glance at my car though!)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=678864" border="0" /&gt; luckily i had my shades on... otherwise sure look like a hamsap wolf one!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059567638214520002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rjcx9dDWrMI/AAAAAAAAABk/lfkdrUh7XJA/s320/22102006067.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went it to the shop after i was done to pay for some fags and got back out and was pleasently surprised that she still hasn't left. another car that wanted to exit the kiosk had to manouvre his way out due to her sideways parking yang fail JPJ exam... ahhahahahhaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i started up my car, she fired hers up as well and then... (JENGJENGJENG moment no.2) she looked into the side mirror and flashed the most charming smile at me and waved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;was so excited by the fact that DI waved and smiled at me, i immediately reached for my phone to inform hanna... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059567642509487314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="276" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rjcx9tDWrNI/AAAAAAAAABs/3cj7clg2K58/s320/21042007015.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;but alas, she naturally didn't share my excitement. but anyhow, if lady destiny will have it that i spot the S40 with license plate that resembles more of a huge rack than a proper number, i will this time be more prepared and will wave back too ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-5588242826461955520?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/5588242826461955520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/5588242826461955520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-sunday.html' title='What a Sunday'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQreCmjEso0/Rjcvc9DWrLI/AAAAAAAAABc/W3LrBHXYaSg/s72-c/08112006111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-116214664985553181</id><published>2006-10-30T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:30:49.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PeepERs</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with her DIORS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/24102006084.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/24102006084.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellos all... it's been quite some time since my last posting and i thought i'd just share a few pics taken with my new gorgeous Nokia N73. i call this posting "peepers" as they focus mainly on the shades or specs that we're all spotting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JO with her lovely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;hazel brown&lt;/span&gt; eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/08102006026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/08102006026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SPongY&lt;/span&gt;... need i say more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/14102006034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/14102006034.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;YN&lt;/span&gt;... can you please look me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; in the eye and say that again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/23102006080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/23102006080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"zEE... '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YOUNG BOY&lt;/span&gt;, how many times have i told you?' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/24102006085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/24102006085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;... the DKC look"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/23102006082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/23102006082.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;DAVE&lt;/span&gt;... just wait... just wait...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/22102006071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/22102006071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ons Neo&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Pengurus Pemasaran&lt;/span&gt;... with his RAY Ban looking like an indon TOny Leung"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/22102006068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/22102006068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again... polis terkemuka..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/22102006073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/22102006073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"sp&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ONG&lt;/span&gt;y... how sexy can i get?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/22102006067.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/22102006067.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/15102006044.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/15102006044.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;We Jun&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ali CAfe&lt;/span&gt;... dari perniagaan org kampung"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-116214664985553181?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/116214664985553181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/116214664985553181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/10/peepers.html' title='PeepERs'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-115752140143387867</id><published>2006-09-06T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T14:19:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/weekend003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/400/weekend003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/bfinals026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/400/bfinals026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-115752140143387867?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115752140143387867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115752140143387867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-pics.html' title='random pics'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-115746511923034081</id><published>2006-09-05T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:05:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers, mate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/bfinals139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/400/bfinals139.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's been some new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAREERwise: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;i might be moving on soon. there was an offer from a local bank as a result from a recommendation from a new but dear friend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;CWJ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HObbIES: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;i have taken up fishing. it turns out it isn't as boring as it seems if you are the one holding the rod. as a matter of fact, its quite &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;CHALLENGING&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Ride$: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;my car is still sitting in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;workshop&lt;/span&gt; as a result of the accident the day after mikel's birthday do. it's nearly 2 months. i hope to get it back by next week, favourably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;DresS4sucCeSS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;went to a tailor with Hanna and made myself a new &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;suit&lt;/span&gt; for my coming interview. It should look spanking... i hope. will be picking it up tomorrow. will post some pics up once i have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Friends: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I am very pleased that despite the recent slum i'm experiencing in my workplace, i have several true buddies who are stongly behind me and are truly happy for the new developments in my career. I am very proud and honoured to have them walk tall along me in the line i'm in. real men, they are. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;salute&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-115746511923034081?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115746511923034081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115746511923034081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/09/cheers-mate.html' title='cheers, mate.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-115414355234168033</id><published>2006-07-29T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T14:53:11.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bushwackers</title><content type='html'>vell vell... the verdick iz out. i iz not got the promotion. it vuz 3 pm yesterday when the list vuz issued. all of us waited anxiously for it and when it came, everynone stopped verk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at it and hunted high and low for my name. but, alas, it wasn't there. i vuz a bit disappointed at first. but upon closer inspection, all of those in my batch didn't get it either. well, at least i wasn't left out alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about roughly half an hour later, the 3 HR ladies came and distributed the payslip and bonus. vell, at least some redemption. ahahhahahahhahahah... nice lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll definitely help me clear off my accumulating bills and the cost of the repair to my car which some arsehole caused (just in case his insurance company refuses to cover for it) with a lil something something left to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the gud times roll, i say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-115414355234168033?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115414355234168033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115414355234168033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/07/bushwackers.html' title='bushwackers'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-115384864482634104</id><published>2006-07-26T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:30:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy go lucky</title><content type='html'>every so often i often forget just how lucky i am to have such a wonderful life. i always want more. more money, greater achievements in studies and my career, get noticed by some new hot chick in the building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, everyday i am reminded of the wonderful fact of just how great a girlfriend i have and how much she loves and cares for me. how she will do her very very best so that it'll make me happy. I wish... i wish i too can give her the kind of happiness she brnigs to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-115384864482634104?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115384864482634104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115384864482634104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-go-lucky.html' title='happy go lucky'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-115139165609021296</id><published>2006-06-27T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:39:07.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>handsome frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=898977"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;amp;i=898977" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i start slagging at work. it means i don't enjoy the job i'm doing. but on the other hand it frees up some time to catch up with my frens' blogs. here a holla to all you out there. peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-115139165609021296?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115139165609021296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115139165609021296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/06/handsome-frog.html' title='handsome frog'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-115086927294363676</id><published>2006-06-21T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T13:54:32.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bashes</title><content type='html'>from a long period of continuous work work and more work, now that i'm relatively free, i truly dunno what to do with my free time. so i slag at work. do things slowly. waiting to see if i get promoted on 30.6.06. If the promotion comes true, then there'll be a big dinner bash on the 1st of July 2006, a'ight? everyone who reads this gets a free invite. call 012-6753918 (Gerard) to book your seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-115086927294363676?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115086927294363676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/115086927294363676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/06/bashes.html' title='bashes'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-114858633804706973</id><published>2006-05-26T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T03:45:38.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To jessie and Joanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/KIF_2553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/KIF_2553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just can seem to say the things that you really wanna say... i mean, things don't come out the way you meant for it to be. That's funny cos i've always thought myself as quite the eloquent person. ahahhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man-woman relationship is weird. it's not always you can find a guy and a girl who can be so &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; without there being any hanky panky or any of the complications that a proper "relationship" can bring. and when you do find that one perfect fit where you could actually be all brother-sister-ly, you'd probably wish that there was some level of hanky panky going on. just to test the limit. but thank god, (for the record) i've not succumed to those feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i've had the privilege to have several wonderful and beautiful lady buddies who i treat as my very own sister. there's Jessie who've been through most of my growing up years in college... back in the days when i was the "semester man"... a time when relationships never lasted past the semester... thank god there was 3 semesters a year... ahahhahahhah. She is one of the most purest girls i've ever ever known. she is just so innocent that sometimes i worry that guys might just fuck it all up. i do worry a great deal about her. not that she's unable to stand on her own two feet. she is an independent, intelligent and successful person. but even after so many years, i still see her as a baby sister that i wanna protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also Joanne. She is the Queen in her fairy and butterfly land. Also beautiful and intelligent. though you can't really tell from the looks, but her grades shows. she too is such a fragile lil girl. i've seen her go through a lot these past 3 years. she's the kind of person that is easy to get addicted to and easy to love. but love has never been easy to her. Sometimes, i wish i could just put some time aside from my own busy life and straighten all those tangles in her quest for finding her prince charming and help her on her way. she deserves it... maybe i should conduct an interview for all interested respondents and sorta choose the right guy for her. like american idol or something. sure damn fun one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray, tonight, that they are both well and are happy in the respective relationships they are in. i also hope that they get all the neverending goodies that they truly deserve for being such great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, i'd also like to say to my dearest Hanna, I love you. I wouldn't ever wanna be without you. You mean the world to me and i hope you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night-night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-114858633804706973?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/114858633804706973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/114858633804706973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-jessie-and-joanne.html' title='To jessie and Joanne'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-114797242977884018</id><published>2006-05-19T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T02:25:38.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Hanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/100_7270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/100_7270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/100_7270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/100_7270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 2 years and 8 month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEar Hanna, if you read this, i want you to know what a difference you have made to my life since the day you came waltzing in to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly in love with you and that love grows deeper with each breath i take. You are the positive side to everything that i am. you are the single most important person in my life and the one that make "WE&amp;amp;US" possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot imagine having to go through these past two and a half years without you by my side giving me all the support and encouragement that i need, not forgetting a few kick in the keeser every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to post a few memorable pics of us together for this posting but, as you know, my memory had been completely wiped out, but my love for all that you are, sayang, that'll never be erased/replaced/dan lain-lain. (updated: somehow some pics were saved and i manged to post them up here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with me, is never an easy thing to do... that's why so many had failed. however, i truly appreciate what you bring into our lives together and i hope that you can feel how much i appreciate you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd always love you and be with you and be there to support you too, sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we'd prove to the whole world that they should not doubt our love and that no matter how hard the struggle may be, we'd still come up tops in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-114797242977884018?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/114797242977884018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/114797242977884018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/05/ode-to-hanna.html' title='Ode to Hanna'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-114460313628748152</id><published>2006-04-10T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:21:20.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>policing policies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/pmcouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/pmcouple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/1600/n_01rafidahhug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1627/405/320/n_01rafidahhug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article below refers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mmail.com.my/Current_News/MM/Sunday/National/20060409111354/Article/index_html"&gt;http://www.mmail.com.my/Current_News/MM/Sunday/National/20060409111354/Article/index_html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i could think of many instances whereby highly respectable public figures showed their affections publicly as witnessed by many of us before, and may i just remind you again as shown above (I am only using those pics as an example, and so i hope i really don't get hauled to court for it. please let me know if the pics offends anyone and i'd remove them as quick as a lightning. Thanks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps they too should be issued summons and brought to court for disrespecting the rights of others. I mean, isn't our justice system there to be fair and just. I'm not trying to show disrespect to those depicted above, as i truly appreciate their immense contributions to the growth and success of our beloved country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i'm trying to hit out is at the gross stupidity of the whole issue whereby two teens are actually accused of behaving indecently in public, (while they claimed they were only holding hands), and issued summons when they refused to bribe the officer. After going to the ACA, the summons were cancelled claiming that the city hall had messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that everything was now fine and well, they moved on only to be issued a summon to appear in court for the same offense. Now, isn't that double jeopardy? how can 1 person be convicted of killing the same victim twice? Shits... that really makes me crack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i wouldn't dare hold hands with my girlfriend no more in public since at anytime, we may be caught for indecent behaviour in a public place. I'm a busy person, you see. so i really wouldn't have the time to go to court. my boss'll kill me if i can't finish my work. then if i can only show my affections to her at home in my own private house, there's always a chance or risk that JAIS will come knocking for being in close proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, come on! In this day and age, where we are trying to preach love, peace, harmony... unfortunately, these values can't seem to co-exist alongside with transparency in our policies and the people who govern them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-114460313628748152?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/114460313628748152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/114460313628748152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/04/policing-policies.html' title='policing policies'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-114316756137613190</id><published>2006-03-24T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:32:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goals</title><content type='html'>i was driving sleepily on my way to Klang today, and i heard an ad. by Merc advertising their new A-class car. in it, one of the lines that caught my attention was "strive for a goal, make sure it's your own", or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true. sometimes i wonder what the hell am i doing all i'm doing for. and then when i look at my bank balance, i understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-114316756137613190?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/114316756137613190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/114316756137613190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/03/goals.html' title='goals'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-113812573309508872</id><published>2006-01-25T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T02:02:13.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 steps to be a successful sexyBrian</title><content type='html'>5 Steps to be a successful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SexyBrian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be independent. Learn to survive alone. Shine. Bloom. Grow. Be great, be the best. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that way, you'd outshine all the lost people in the world trying to fumble their way through life, work or wahtever it is they keep fumbling along for. Once you'd already have a good firm grasp of who you are, what you're good at, and what makes you better than most people, then look for tougher obstacles to overcome. This applies to all aspects of our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn to live amongst mortals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Be humble. Humility is the word of the day. Once you've learned to continue doing what you do well, also learn to acknowledge the fact that you may also stumble one day. That's what makes us all humans. That means, to be humble and mix freely. Know people, both those better than us, as well as those who are struggling to get there. You never know who needs some help. And you never know, how much your assistance may relieve their burden and fasten their progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never be hesistant to take the step to continually improve. No one can stay on top forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not even me. ahhahahhahahahhah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learn to be dependent, co-existance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You should always bear in mind, no man is an island. Find yourself someone you can get along and grow with. Someone compatible is very, and is stress, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; hard to find. especially, if you're as hard-headed as i, it's definitely hard. But well, don't try to hard. We've all got our lives to live and we can't just halt everything to just find the perfect match, but also remember, it's that special someone that makes our struggles worthwhile. But, I'm sure, and i sincerely hope for everyone who reads this, that he/she will for sure come by one day. Learn to let go. Let loose and be natural. Let her see the real you. Shine once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you've found the one, never ever forget, what had gotten you here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Live is full of screw ups. Just in case it doesn't work out, well, remember step &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you can be independent. YOu know how to live alone. just that you chose to be co-dependent. Live's full of other fascinating things, such as ikan pari, lil boys &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) &lt;/strong&gt;or prepubescant girls and fruits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(DAVE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it. I've spilled the beans on how to be a successful &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SexyBrian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. but note that if you follow those steps mentioned above, it does not necessarily guarantees success, as result and the timing of it may vary between individuals. But if you're thinking of being as &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEXY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as i, then sorrylah, cannot help. i'm just born with it. the looks comes with good genes. but what you can find comfort in is the above steps can give you the sexy attitude lah. so all the breast. i mena best... ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-113812573309508872?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113812573309508872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113812573309508872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-steps-to-be-successful-sexybrian.html' title='5 steps to be a successful sexyBrian'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-113713401162060338</id><published>2006-01-13T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:33:31.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>friday the 13th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think? do you believe in all the hoopla and superstitions? i remember when i was younger, i used to be so afraid of movies like child's play, it, nightmare on elm street, hellraiser and etc. the face of freddie mercury was damn scary!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you heard me right, freddie mercury.. ahhahahaha get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-113713401162060338?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113713401162060338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113713401162060338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-13th.html' title='friday the 13th'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-113705230294348332</id><published>2006-01-12T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:51:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peak... are those twins?</title><content type='html'>i'm good at what i do. right now i'm at my peak of form. i wish to puch the limit further and enrich my knowledge and technical skills. that way, i could finish more in less time, hence giving me more time to blog while and after working. ahahahhahah..... live's simply marvelous.&lt; br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mate at work whose got a real nice car. he's rich, he's got a good job, and a very beautiful new girlfriend. however, he seemed abit stressed. and when we chat over a drink, he said that he hated his life now. i said, you've got everything you ever needed, man... why stress? he said that to have everything i wanted now, i really don't know what else to look for. damn... these lucky ijiots dun know how lucky they are to have everything go so well. &lt;br /&gt;but my point is that we should all set timeline and targets for ourselves. set the time frame and our goal at that point of time. if we meet them before the dateline, wonderful. we'd be able to add on new projects, ambitions while moving on to the next goal. and pretty soon, we'd all be able to accomplish more than what we thought we'd be able to... unless, of course some unfortunate event cause for us to cease to exist any longer lah... &lt;br /&gt; anyhow, lets hope this new year will bring much success, fortune and joy to one and all. and to G, take care my friend. it's not the same here without you. &lt;br /&gt; peace outtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-113705230294348332?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113705230294348332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113705230294348332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2006/01/peak-are-those-twins.html' title='Peak... are those twins?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-113586095519609463</id><published>2005-12-29T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T20:55:55.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of a chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;font-size:130%;"&gt;the end of a chapter: A Brand New Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;it was 5.10am. the first 3 chords of James Blunt’s “You’re Beautiful” rang in my ear and I instinctively reached for my handphone. It was YN giving me a wake up call. He said, “get ready… be there in ten minutes”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;The seconds are looming closer. The moment I had dreaded for many months is now just a couple of hours from becoming a reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;I cleaned up and changed. It was just minutes before YN was already downstairs. WE made our way over to G’s. He greeted us at the door with a firm handshake. The bitter reality is beginning to cause a stir in my heart. This is it. This will probably be the last time YN, G and I stood together at the porch of his house sharing “everything and nothing” for a very long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;Honestly, I wanted to reverse the hands of time so we’d have a bit longer to just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;. I wished that I hadn’t had work for the entire week before today so we could just goof off til it was time to go. I hated that feeling that went through me this morning. I wanted to just leave. I was not used to the overflow of emotions. I’ve hidden them real well for these good 2-3 years. But I truly couldn’t keep it in today. So I guess I’m not as tough as I like to portray myself to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just as we decided it was time to make our journey to the airport, G headed our direction and it seemed as though he had wanted to travel with us for the last time. But, alas, I told him it was better he rode with his family. The entire way to “the place of goodbyes” was rather silent. Both YN and I knew it within ourselves that a BIG piece of us are going away today. Something I was always and had always been afraid to accept… The selfish beast in me had always wished he needn’t leave for abroad, though I knew it was for the best. He was the life in the group. The glue that held all of us together. And now he needs to leave. Fuck, I hate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;ALisan’s favourite son was going to further his studies in Northern Arizona, in the LAND OF THE FREE, AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we reached the airport, the 3 of us marched&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hand-in-hand together up to the departure hall. The rest of the gang were already there waiting to see him off. They sat there waiting for him to complete checking in while I tagged along watching him complete the formalities. IT was then I realized how much love I had for this guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;Man, how could one not love him? He’s simply the most thoughtful big fella one would ever meet. He’s generous and is full of giving. My relationship with Hanna often had a third party. And that would be ol’ G. If not for him, there’d be plenty of fuck-ups by the sponge that’ll continue to go unfixed. I really don’t now how to describe how much he had contributed to me, my family and Hanna, especially these past 3 years. I needed, and wanted to tell him “thank you”. And hug him real tightly. But how do I do that without losing control of my emotions? It’s not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;to do so, innit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;We finished our last breakfast together at McD’s so much sooner than I’d like. Shared a few laughs, and before you knew it was time for him to go through the departure gate. We all made a semi-circle to all wish him farewell and some other personal exchanges (bodily fluid not included!). I kept on moving further and further down the row as I was fighting hard to keep in the tears. I didn’t want to ruin his moment. But within a strike of a lightning, it was my turn to bid him adieu. All I could muster was “thanks for everything, mate!”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;And with that he took leave and didn’t turn back no matter how we tried to get his attention. G is going to the United States where he will find his success. He will return. And we’d be at alisan waiting for his return. Just as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;G, miss you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love, B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-113586095519609463?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113586095519609463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113586095519609463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/12/end-of-chapter.html' title='the end of a chapter'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-113380675602197158</id><published>2005-12-06T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T02:19:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Randy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;Dear all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;It must have been quite a while since my last posting hasn’t it? I bet no one would notice this one since there hasn’t been any updates for months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;But anyways, how’s everyone doing? The Christmas holidays are coming and so is the new year’s. It’s gonna be one year since I first started working officially. I’m getting promoted soon. And that spells more workload and responsibilities. I sometimes worry if I’d be able to cope with it. But I guess part of me is eager to embrace the new challenges that will come along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;I am facing some major sleeping problems man… got exam tomorrow and its one forty now. God knows I need to be in bed already but here I am… typing away on my computer for something that no one will read anyhow. Ahahhaah….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;For those of you thinking that there’s no shows that are interesting enuff to capture your attention on the telly, I recommend you to go download this wonderful british sitcom called “the PEEP SHOW”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;It’s about two single brit men who share a flat/apartment. One’s a wanker who’s in and out of proper job (some self proclaimed musician) and the other has a 9-5 job and is the tight arse in the show. Something many of us could relate to. It’s hilarious how the two characters play off each other. Each episode lasts about 20 minutes and each minute of it leaves you wanting for more and wishing it’ll last longer. It has to be easily one of the best shit to come outta british TV in ages. Not that I’m some sorta expert on it, but it has to be.. I think.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;The wanker has a big crush on a local bird called big Suze. She’s hot but a bit on the thick side. But I’d give it anyday, a’ight………… and it’s a thrill to see how he incessantly tries to get her attention and affection. The other lad is the proverbial geek and pretty much the loser. The beauty of the show is how it present the REAL people. And how the wanker who’s not got a concrete job seems to be able to pull in the chicks and have a fun time all the time, while the geeko who’s supposed to be all successful with all his academic accolades and shit still seem to suffer for his lack of social life and skills. Don’t wanna give too much away. Just watch it, a’ight………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;I wonder… how’d you be supportive without being interested in the cause at all? I mean, when your best mate is so deeply involved with something that he truly wants to indulge in and wants to share it with his other mates, but yet though most are highly supportive and happy for him, few only share the deep interest or passion for it? Am I less of a good friend for not being too interested in it?, I ask my self.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;How’d I feel if I was truly passionate about something but there’s no one who’d genuinely share my interest in it? Would I be disappointed? Would it diminish my passion? Gosh… I’m cold. I don’t mean cold as in the temperature is cold but my heart… I think I’ve become more removed from indulging in things that would cause a real stir in my heart. Like being more uncompassionate.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;I guess that there’s very few things that would warm my cold cold heart. But one thing’s for certain, Hanna, she makes me warm all over. She truly sets the par high. She loves me so much and takes such good care of me and continues to do so for two years and counting. I am the first to admit that there are temptations abound for both of us. Though I’m sure she has a bigger fan base, I do know a few fancy birds myself. But what I’m trying to say here’s there isn’t any one who can make me feel so strongly about her than Hanna. And the fact that she’s such a beautiful person is just a bonus. Words can hardly describe her beauty and no paintings can even start to trace the outline of this magnificent lil lady I call my girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;Let me end this rare session with the lyrics to a wonderful song by Gordon Haskell called : “how wonderful you are” dedicated to my lovely Hanna, my brothers (Mikel, G, YN, theDAVE, Bob, Ons, Johan, Zee), Jojo, Joanna and also to some very lovely people I’ve met or re-acquainted during this eventful year….. Merry X’mas all. You’ve all been wicked this year! Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How Wonderful You Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Written by Gordon Haskell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I go out most nightsAttracted by the lightsListen to the jazz in Harry's BarAnd I know it won't be longBefore they play that songDo you know how wonderful you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a sentimental soundMake me wanna fool aroundWith somebody who is wishing on a starI'll pull my hat down lowGo up and say helloDo you know how wonderful you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh we struggle with the art of conversationAnd there'll be those for whom this song has no appealBut I know it works for meAnd I'm sure you will agreeThat it illustrates exactly how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things can happen fastSome things are built to lastI've seen it all go down in Harry's BarThough we've only just begunThis sure will run and runDo you know how wonderful you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've always struggled with the art of conversationAnd there'll be those for whom this song has no appealBut I know it works for meAnd I'm sure you will agreeThat it illustrates exactly how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Things can happen fastSome things are built to lastI've seen it all go down in Harry's BarThough we've only just begunThis sure will run and runDo you know how wonderful you areDo you know how wonderful you areDo you know how wonderful you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Viner Hand ITC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-113380675602197158?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113380675602197158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113380675602197158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/12/random-randy.html' title='Random Randy'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-113003388880437748</id><published>2005-10-23T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T10:18:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so busy trying to get promoted</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=678866"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJ's most sexiest man with his 3 malat mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=678864"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ride. as X like to say it,"You've been PIMPed"!!! isn't that a sight to behold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=678865"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; keep ur hands where everyone can see 'em, a'ight, playa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-113003388880437748?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113003388880437748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/113003388880437748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-busy-trying-to-get-promoted.html' title='so busy trying to get promoted'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-112676789649033940</id><published>2005-09-15T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:04:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David.. this is for you!!!</title><content type='html'>David's a knob head. Yes, i'm writing at work. but you still a knobhead, nonetheless. and also a big hearty congrats to Zee for sailing thru his exams. tides are turning and even Ons will finally settle down and start a lil family. What a wonderful world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-112676789649033940?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/112676789649033940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/112676789649033940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/09/david-this-is-for-you.html' title='David.. this is for you!!!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-112601318763274005</id><published>2005-09-06T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T21:26:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lourve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;“You sweet smile, I still can taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;Your sweet perfume, I still long to smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;Youth is for the young to waste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;How our story will end, only time can tell…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;LoVe, perhaps the only thing that is TRULY eternal, can make a man CRaZy. My friends, love can never die. It transcends time. Even as we die, the power and the legacy of a love story lives on in the lives of people we’ve touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Calligraphy;font-size:180%;"&gt;So, my friends, beware of this disease that has rendered me a bumbling fool, for it may hit you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-112601318763274005?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/112601318763274005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/112601318763274005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/09/lourve.html' title='lourve'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-112567581420776215</id><published>2005-09-02T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T00:17:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Dong Silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, well… dear friends, after a very long hiatus, I am back. And this time I bring to you loads of pictures from the time I last wrote (I can hardly remember when…) up til as recent as last weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life’s been pretty busy. Meeting lots of new people, bumping into old friends… old flames. But I’d like everyone to know that my love grows ever so strongly for my sweet Hanna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hanna is, by the way, nominated as one of Female magazine’s Malaysia’s most Gorgeous People. It would be out this coming November so don’t forget to get yourselves a copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy the pics. I hope it won’t be too long again before I write again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;Initial D’s TAufu Car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619306"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;beauty &amp; hanna the goldfish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619308"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;lil amer in tigger booties... congrats to the 8 week old parents!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619307"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619314"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;bob's tackling &amp; being surrounded by CHICKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619315"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;a beautiful candid shot of my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619318"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;hanna with her hands firmly around my CANNON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619319"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;the HAPPENING TABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619352"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;the not-so-HAPPENING TABLE... that's where the AMWAY ceramah is held&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619351"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;G with the girl who took my seat at the HAPPENING TABLE aka JACQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;BORINGNYE listening to how good artistry is and how everything is natural... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619349"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;YN, me PoPs and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619353"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;the ORIGINAL FAB FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619354"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619359"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;we is not BALDING...we is being trendy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619362"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;spreading the love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619358"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619357"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619364"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Blackletter;font-size:130%;"&gt;you is supposed to already be in the STATES... but i guess you miss us too much to just up and go, huh? well... we need you to continue throwing great parties for us still, mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=619363"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-112567581420776215?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/112567581420776215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/112567581420776215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-dong-silver.html' title='Long Dong Silver'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-112080646076038053</id><published>2005-07-08T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:07:40.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. bean and tea leafs-s</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=538909"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it amazing. as i lay in my bed watching tv and getting some rest, i realised that they actually managed to find a little known actor from the UK that looks just like Mr. Bean, the cartoon character. his name is rowan atkinson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, he's been involved in tv comedies such as black adder, as well as movies like johnny english. What's even more amazing is upon doing some research on the web, i found that they have converted the cartoon into TV series also called "Mr. Bean" and in fact, a movie of the same name. talk about being lucky. i mean, all the guy had was a face that resembled a cartoon character!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-112080646076038053?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/112080646076038053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/112080646076038053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/07/mr-bean-and-tea-leafs-s.html' title='mr. bean and tea leafs-s'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-112079726265424464</id><published>2005-07-08T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T12:34:22.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friend is a four letter word.</title><content type='html'>Let me teach you how to play this beautiful anf=d often true song by CAKE, my girlfriend's favourite band, called friend is a four leter word. just pick five strings in down and up sequence. enjoy the words, you will, young Jedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist : Cake&lt;br /&gt;Album : Fashion Nugget&lt;br /&gt;Song : Friend Is A Four Letter Word &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro      Am        C          F          D7     (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;To me, &lt;br /&gt;Am          C              &lt;br /&gt;Coming from you, &lt;br /&gt;F           D7          Am          C&lt;br /&gt;Friend is a four letter word &lt;br /&gt;F      D7               Am&lt;br /&gt;End is the only part of the word &lt;br /&gt;Am     C&lt;br /&gt;That I heard, &lt;br /&gt;C       F         D7&lt;br /&gt;Call me morbid or absurd, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D7     Am&lt;br /&gt;But to meeeeeeeeee, &lt;br /&gt;Am     C&lt;br /&gt;Coming from you, &lt;br /&gt;F           D7&lt;br /&gt;Friend is a four letter word &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interlude               Am        C         F         D7  (x5) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;To me, &lt;br /&gt;Am          C              &lt;br /&gt;Coming from you, &lt;br /&gt;F           D7          Am          C&lt;br /&gt;Friend is a four letter word &lt;br /&gt;F      D7               Am&lt;br /&gt;End is the only part of the word &lt;br /&gt;Am     C&lt;br /&gt;That I heard, &lt;br /&gt;C       F         D7&lt;br /&gt;Call me morbid or absurd, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D7     Am&lt;br /&gt;But to meeeeeeeeee, &lt;br /&gt;Am     C&lt;br /&gt;Coming from you, &lt;br /&gt;F           D7&lt;br /&gt;Friend is a four letter word &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am        E&lt;br /&gt;When I go fishing &lt;br /&gt;E       Am&lt;br /&gt;for the words &lt;br /&gt;Am   E                 Am&lt;br /&gt;I am wishing you would say to me, &lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;I am really only praying that &lt;br /&gt;D7&lt;br /&gt;The words you'll soon be saying &lt;br /&gt;D7    Am&lt;br /&gt;Might betray &lt;br /&gt;Am  C            F           D7&lt;br /&gt;The way you feel about me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;To me, &lt;br /&gt;Am          C              &lt;br /&gt;Coming from you, &lt;br /&gt;F           D7          Am &lt;br /&gt;Friend is a four letter word&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-112079726265424464?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/112079726265424464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/112079726265424464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/07/friend-is-four-letter-word.html' title='friend is a four letter word.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111979071828766911</id><published>2005-07-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:05:58.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i aspired to be a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nce upon a time, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aspired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be a celebrity interviewer. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanted to meet these glamourous and not to mention very sizzling hot celebs and ask them intimate questions. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wanted to share a bit of their glamourous &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lifestyle &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by picking their minds, getting to know them on a more personal level without actually &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;being &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the limelight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=531987"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; that, i had wanted to be a radio dJ after listening to countless hours of Patrick &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Teoh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on Radio 4 and seeing the effects of what they say on their programmes had on their devoted listeners who tune in everyday. I wasn't much of a fan of the person behind the voice, however, i was more so interested to see what has this guy have to say to tick people off today. This guy is surely one of the straightest shooter on this side of the planet. he was &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Simon Cowell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; even before $1m0n c0w311 became $1m0n C0W311. i meant that in the nicest way, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e would just tell off stupid people who calls into his show exactly how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STUPID&lt;/em&gt; they were. HE of course is a well read and brilliant person, i'm sure. And though he didn't claim to be a genius, he'd certainly would put an &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt; in his place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when i was in Sheffield, there was a radio programme on &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Hallamfm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that ran every monday to Friday at 11, which reminded me of patrick's show. the host is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nicholarse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how i &lt;/em&gt;miss it. if i wanted to catch it, i'd have to be up at 6 every morning to catch the streaming broadcast over the net. he was different only in the way he came up with provocative statements just for farks' sake. then he'd get whole lot of dumb brits calling up to make stupid comments, racist comments, sexist comments and only a hand full of people who cna actually contribute by giving a the listeners a fair discussion on whatever the topic of the day was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, on the other hand, want to be a tad funny, a tad sarcastic, humourous in style and but very intelligent in my style of interview. I want to be able to enlighten my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;listerners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;readers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;about the &lt;/em&gt;things they should really, really know (General Knowledge!!!!111omg!!!11) and things that are just blatantly obvious, without actually saying them straight. in that way, they'd only realise they'd been stoopified like 3 hours after the thing had been done with. that'd be the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOMB!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/531986.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, my first interview subject would be a person very close to all of us. I shall embark on a mission to get to know him much better and hope to get his permission to publish it here. i will meet G in a bit and very soon i will post up the interview. keep watch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;til then, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;besame mucho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;THE interVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEre is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;second part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of this post, and may i add the interesting bit. Yes, it's none other than the interview with the beloved self-styled &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;metropolitan&lt;/em&gt; male, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/531988.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;: First of all, i'd like to thank you for agreeing to be interviewed. We all know how busy you are now with your current involvement in the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlsberg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;program. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: Well, it is a great pleasure and also a true honour to be the first anti-celebrity to be interviewed. I am truly excited and as you can probably tell, i am getting a bit wet in the panties because of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: Oh, BLIMY! Well, since we're on that subject, G, care to enlighten the world on how did that whole panty stealing fiasco between you and that &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DAvID Guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;came about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: ahahahhahah.... Well, it happened like this. one evening we were driving past a house in SS2 and i asked him if he knew who Carmen $oo was, and he said yes, the model and very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; girl next door celeb lah. I then told him this is where she stays. He was first shocked but very quickly suggested that we steal her panties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: ah? is That so? are you telling me that you both went and stole her panties?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: no, no, no. We didn't do that together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: so you are saying that you did it alone behind your partner's back?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: that's a malicious rumour with, so far, no sufficient evidence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: well, moving on. there has been talks amongts those in the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CIRCLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; that &lt;/strong&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;walk on the queer side of town. What is your comment on that? i mean, when was the last time you had some lady loving, man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: Again, that rumour is unsubstantiated. But i would like to stress that i do love women. I like their look, their feminine ways, the way they smell... the whole works, a'ight. I is not gay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: why do you say that? do you have anything towards gay? Don't get me started but, they is people too. they is need LOVE too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: well, i am not a sexualist. i am fine with gays as long as they don't they don't gay me up, a'ight?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: That's great. Now, tell me, in your many years in the industry as an event organiser, both corporate events as well as private ones, and may i add, a very successful one at it, what is your most memorable moment?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: Well, in every event, there is always something special that i will bring with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: Now, that's mighty diplomatic. But honestly, which one you liked best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: Now, if push come to shove, i would choose the day i chose to intentionally let one rip right in the middle of maths tuition. I mean, that one didn't take much planning. In fact it was only minutes before i farted that i decided that they all should be subject to this wonderful gift. I mean, i am always known to be quite the charming speaker in my days. In fact my mom had told me since i was young that i had the gift of the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: ahahhahah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: WEll, but really, i would say the balloon party we threw mid last year. that was the best. the whole gang came. though it wasn't as big as the christmas do, this one had all the closest friends where everyone knew everyone else and we were so comfortable in each other's company. I like the closeness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: yes. i remember that night. well, the cold water seems to bring out a lot in a person. (snickers)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: ah, yes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: well, that's aLl the time we have for tonight. thanks again for this wonderful session. I'm sure that the readers will agree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: thank you too. I hope to be on again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: well, that depends. don't push it, nephew. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: are you gonna let me drive your car now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G: but you said i could drive it if i let you ask me questions and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;touch me there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B: sod off. walk home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it... who wants to be next?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111979071828766911?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111979071828766911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111979071828766911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-aspired-to-be.html' title='i aspired to be a...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111752766873987902</id><published>2005-06-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T21:49:16.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mari kita berbalas pantun. ia merupakan suatu aktiviti yang memberangsangkan serta membina minda. jadi buat kali pertamanya beta akan berpantun di laman web ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berakit-rakit ke hulu,&lt;br /&gt;berenang-renang ke tepian,&lt;br /&gt;gerard akan buncit dahulu,&lt;br /&gt;lalu botak bersama brian kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wangi sungguh haruman bunga,&lt;br /&gt;bunga kekwa di tepi telaga,&lt;br /&gt;pabila beta telah dewasa,&lt;br /&gt;hobi beta bermain kereta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkelah sehari di kota tinggi,&lt;br /&gt;Memandu laju kat highway,&lt;br /&gt;buat apa belajar tinggi?&lt;br /&gt;mari semua menjual amway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111752766873987902?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111752766873987902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111752766873987902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/06/mari-kita-berbalas-pantun.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111769068752220418</id><published>2005-06-02T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T13:38:07.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serious matter. need advise</title><content type='html'>my dear learned Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would be the best course of action in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that your Bank, a reputable institution, would keep all your details and particulars private and confidential (as they should be and remain so!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after one particular visit, you happen to catch the eye/attention of one of the hormonally charged employee. The said employee then uses the info that you filled in the form that you submitted for whatever transaction it was, for his personal purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This said employee took the phone no. written on the form and started making annoying calls to you. You could stand it no more and asked him who he was and how he got your no. After a few evasive excuses, he relented and spilled the beans on how he obtained your no. and asked for you to not be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? Was there a breach of trust? Has he violated any code of conduct? Is it an infringement of the LAW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should regard matters like these seriously. To nip the poison in the bud. Imagine, the control of info. is so lax that the said officer can get hold of it for personal reasons, who is to say he may not use it for other purposes? He may even be able to get your home address and start stalking you. Would that idea be too far fetched? But with the kind of stories we hear and the tragic news we get everyday through the media, would that idea now still be too far fetched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my learned friends, please advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111769068752220418?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111769068752220418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111769068752220418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/06/serious-matter-need-advise.html' title='serious matter. need advise'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111725074025122692</id><published>2005-05-28T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:25:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hokkien supreme</title><content type='html'>today's posting will be conducted in Hokkien, my mother tounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char jit, limpeh bo ki jo kang. limpeh gia leave ki pai tui beh movie ticket ying wei ai ki kua hi.&lt;br /&gt;limpe ki one utama pai tui beh Madagascar eh piu. beh chap tiown piu for wa eh sui char bo peng yiu ka limpah eh siew ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh chun hi chap tiown piu si hor limpeh eh peng yiu. ee lang sama pun ai ki kua Madagascar. ka liao lang pun siang ka gina kuan eh. ai ki kua kartoon. sama tua han siang chi ciak gu liao ku beh hiao mature eh. ahahhahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limpeh beh liao ticket twee chu chi manya. katan to ki jai Gerard ka hi kiok tua pui poh, Joanne sama ki Mid Valley kia kia. David pun oo lai eh. Walang sama ki kia-kia kua char bo. walaueh, sibeh sien ying wei boh hamik sui eh charbo kaliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang kia liao then ki bangsar kia kia. habis liao walang to ki hartamas chiak dinner. si beh sien. boh kau kaki. sama pun chuan liao. ee lang ki lim chiu. wa cheh hitau chi lang kamlan sien ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twee kau choo toh ai 1.30am. wa bo lat liao. ai ki kun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kin jit to kih kua hi. wa ka tan ai ki jai wa char boh peng yiu liao. bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111725074025122692?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111725074025122692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111725074025122692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/05/hokkien-supreme.html' title='hokkien supreme'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111700890382036898</id><published>2005-05-25T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:15:03.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death</title><content type='html'>another boring day in the office. damn. there's really not much to do. it's as though being unassigned, coz even when i am assigned, my work couldn't start. and that is the most dangerous kind coz, you'd be still working for/under a manager and hence his/her portfolio. this opens you up to a window of opportunity to be screwed by a bad job. if you were UNASSIGNED, then anyhow also the boss will forget bout you. hence, you'd be scott free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i duduk at the table next to my favourite senior as we both while our time away working at an extremely slow pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running out of keropok pisang already. also running out of idea on how to act busy. this sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111700890382036898?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111700890382036898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111700890382036898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/05/death.html' title='death'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111700062670403228</id><published>2005-05-25T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:59:59.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepet up close</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic.php?u=3430RU5lj&amp;i=481886"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the elevator on my way off to lunch this afternoon, i bumped into a celebrity of sorts. he maybe just a minor celeb, but he is anyhow the star of a movie which we all love. he is the star of the movie where a chinese boy fell in love with a malay girl. and theirs was a sweet love story that ended with a tragic accident. yes, you've guessed it folks. SEPET boy. &lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i texted a friend of mine who was also a BIG fan of the show, and i am not refering to her size when i said big ok? so pls don't tease her just because she's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a bit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; big. this is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: i had just met the guy who acted in sepet. Asked to take a pic. It was so funny. He was so shy and turned red.&lt;br /&gt; Siemens:is he single?&lt;br /&gt;brian: i wouldn't know, but how should it matter to you?&lt;br /&gt;Siemens: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can imagine her sticking the finger up in the air, but not the one you poke ppl with nor is it the one you pick the nose with, but its the one which you show to salute a sailor. ahhahahah... and did i mention it is such a lovely day today? well, have a good one, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111700062670403228?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111700062670403228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111700062670403228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/05/sepet-up-close.html' title='Sepet up close'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111690326633271623</id><published>2005-05-24T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:54:26.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caring for your ...</title><content type='html'>imagine having to go to work despite knowing there's nothing much that you can do, neigh, nothing for you to do that day. it's gotta suck. Wait, CONFIRMS... IT SUCKS. Better go now before i've been found out. BTW, my car is safely home. engine's purring like a pussy. and everyone knows i like pussies. new absorbers for the front wheels, new back tyres. New exhaust pipe. no more fuel smell in the car. smooth flow of fuel. no more pulling to the left when braking. cost: RM1,900. So in total so far, i've spent RM3,500 in making my ZX run safely. I've got a kim possible figurine on my dashboard to shake her booty in my face while i drive. and i think that's just sweet. wanted to stick it on my bonnet but i know sure got people wanna steal her just like those ppl wanna pull out the figurine on the hood of a rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111690326633271623?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111690326633271623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111690326633271623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/05/caring-for-your.html' title='caring for your ...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111572141343916472</id><published>2005-05-10T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:36:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job interview</title><content type='html'>my, my, my... Hanna will be attending her first job interview tomorrow. she will be interviewing for the post of a company secretary assistant. i feel like a proud father. no doubt this is only going to be a temporary job, but she will at least get a taste of what working is really like. how to deal with people, her superiors, colleagues, clients. and those itchified guys who want to &lt;em&gt;get to know her better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working changes a person, makes them wiser. at least in most cases, they do. but i hope it'd not make her jaded. i also hope she'd not suddenly realise what a fool she's been attached with for close to two years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111572141343916472?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111572141343916472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111572141343916472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/05/job-interview.html' title='job interview'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111529029275720191</id><published>2005-05-05T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T18:51:32.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My job and i.</title><content type='html'>(insert picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really a humble person. Though I can imagine many of you are already rolling around on the floor almost tearing up with laughter. I know I’m no hot shot, though I seem to always behave as though I think I’m one. I am really a simple person. I work hard, I try my best to make good use of all the resources I have and charms, if you may, to my best advantage. I make things work, and make them happen. And I will stop at nothing, even to the extent of using flattery and my wit and humour to get what I need. That’s not blowing smoke up anyone’s arse, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it as striking a balance between pure effort and also using one’s PR skills to get the job done. Now, in my job, that is something that is particularly useful, especially when you deal with so many different personnel's within an organization in that short timeframe in which you are required to finish the task at hand and submit a complete file before the dateline. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, sometimes, the accounts could be rather messy and in those circumstances, it’ll take much more than wit and charms to sort out. And also sometimes, you get assigned to work alongside idiots. Not that they’re incompetent, just that they are not so bright. And for those not in the know, I have a bad case of gastric. So when I get stressed up, I will suffer from the gastric pain. So I try my best to avoid these fools. Anyhow, after almost 5 months of maneuvering, I get assigned to a job which has not only one, but 2 of these individuals who are so called “not the sharpest tools in the shed” if you get what I mean. Now, if and when I actually get up to the point of giving these clowns a &lt;em&gt;thai slap&lt;/em&gt;, I just wanna say that I did it only because I don’t want to suffer from gastric pains. I also don’t wanna get clogged arteries at the age of 27 because they caused my blood pressure to increase dramatically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the only prevention I have before succumbing to those health hazards is to of course (say it with me, now, David!) give the &lt;em&gt;Thai Slap&lt;/em&gt; only! Muahhahahahahha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I love my job. It’s exciting, but not in the bungee jumping sort of way. It’s challenging but not that it’s gonna make it to AXN anytime soon. But it’s educational and enlightening, but again, not in the discovery channel sort of way either. I love my company, but they don’t pay too well. I have wonderful colleagues, but I hardly see them outside of work… but I’m at work on most days anyway (weekends too!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111529029275720191?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111529029275720191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111529029275720191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-job-and-i.html' title='My job and i.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111418722680095934</id><published>2005-04-23T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:27:06.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies from torrent</title><content type='html'>i am wondering if anyone can help me on this. I have been downloading a few movies from torrent clients and they are in rar file format or zip format. they come in a series of similar sized compressed rar format. now, how do i view the movie? do i have to unzip every single file and then select them all and click play? wouldn't  there be breaks in between if i do so? greatly appreciate any help at all i can get on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111418722680095934?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111418722680095934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111418722680095934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/04/movies-from-torrent.html' title='movies from torrent'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111408106527083922</id><published>2005-04-21T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:30:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost already</title><content type='html'>the downpayment has been made, ladies and gentlemen. and within days, i'd be driving the 280ZX. man, i've already gone shopping for ambi pur fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.motioncars.com/autobuzz/articles30/ambi_pur.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; tropical scent will be the one for me. will also steal the 12 disc changer from my aunty's satria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111408106527083922?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111408106527083922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111408106527083922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/04/almost-already.html' title='almost already'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111374747030775259</id><published>2005-04-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T01:14:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><content type='html'>i found a 1980 made nissan 280ZX. it's still in a very beautiful condition. here's a few pics of it which i took the other day. hope in due time, i'd be driving it around town soon. &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/427796.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/427807.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/427806.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/427790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/427799.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/427803.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/427804.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/427791.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/429324.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't quite fancy the colour though. and the paint work needs to be redone along with a bit of patch work and anti-rust being put on the whole car. so keep updated on my progress, guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just added some new pics. here are some pictures i found on the Net of a 240ZX. notice the from spoiler is different than the green one as the green one is fitted with a skyline bumper already. i prefer the original look better though. and then notice the back light also is different. again the green one is already fitted with skyline lights while the original one is nothing to scream about. now if you put the old celica lights (look below at the earlier posting), then it'd be bloody sexy already lar.... man, i am getting wet again. ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/429288.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/429289.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/429308.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/429311.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/429318.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; iamspongy and i'm outttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. fuhshizzzzzzzzzlemuhnizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzle. and stankyousmellymuch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111374747030775259?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111374747030775259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111374747030775259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/04/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111310451895922188</id><published>2005-04-10T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T01:49:39.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream cars and project cars</title><content type='html'>lately, i have been trying to start a new hobby: building up my dream car. now, i want it to have a real classic look. so the first thing would be to get an old car which is in good condition, preferably without any serious rust problems. then i'd soup it up and make it a PIMP ride, babe. so, here's a short list of the cars i'm considering: &lt;br /&gt;1. Datsun 240Z / 260Z (70's made)&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/421248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/421257.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Volvo 122S or 121(dating back to the 60's)&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/421249.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Toyota Celica Liftback Model (from the 70's)&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/421256.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/421250.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/421254.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  but if you see any around, pls do ask if the owners are interested to sell and at what price. I am getting wet just thinking about the joy i'm gonna have at piecing the dream car together. update: here are the pics of the cars i am looking for. they are sexy and imagine them being PIMPED up. mannnnnn.... getting wet all over again! HELP ME HUNT FOR THEM, &lt;em&gt;PLEASE&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;imaspongy and i'm outtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111310451895922188?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111310451895922188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111310451895922188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/04/dream-cars-and-project-cars.html' title='dream cars and project cars'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111241725487231953</id><published>2005-04-02T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T12:47:49.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is anyone listening? we've gotta act now!</title><content type='html'>making and/or leaving one's mark. that's the challenge. with so much catasthrophe happening around us all, one begins to wonder, what if we're no longer here tomorrow? what happens if all of a sudden we are deprived of all that we're used to? our daily routine is now no longer enforcable? all that we're familiar with no longer exists? loved ones gone? can you say that you're strong enuff to stand alone? to start over again? would you ahve done all you wanted to or said all the things you want your loved ones to know? finished all that you could in that day, so that the one who takes over only have nice things to say and not criticise you for leaving so much of a mess for him to clear?&lt;br /&gt;i guess it all boils down to not letting yourself take things, all the lil' wonders happening around you everyday, for granted. we should cherish our lives and make the best of ourselves. cherish those who make you the centre of their world. and believe in GOD.&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/hendrixliveshere/pictures/axis.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; for when everything and everyone else seem to desert you, He still listens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111241725487231953?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111241725487231953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111241725487231953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/04/is-anyone-listening-weve-gotta-act-now.html' title='is anyone listening? we&apos;ve gotta act now!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111142277249980798</id><published>2005-03-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T00:37:28.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f4rk L1f3</title><content type='html'>i saw a horse in a carrier on the highway today, which brings me to my question of the week. relationship is a fragile thing. people can choose to be together for the simplest reasons or choose to part for no reasons at all. i'm talking bout friendship, bout love, bout all that... so, what i'm saying is, we're all connected together by one very thin string. sometimes this string becomes a thick rope. sometimes they snap under pressure. now, what makes you say, enuff? i give up on this. or would you not even bother to say anything at all because, after all,that's life. while you two fit into that frame of mind, an it's convenient, why not? lets have a go at it. but when i have something else going for me, then, byebye. you'd have to accept it and we'd both go on our separate ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i dunno... would anyone in their right mind spoil something perfect just to start things over again? would 2 people in love be considered to be in the right frame of mind? all these thoughts makes me think about what makes people decide to screw around, to put their everyuthing 2 people work so hard at buiilding, their perfect lifes, in jeopardy just to feel the thrill for just a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.augustachronicle.com/images/headlines/102798/Breaking_Up_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the girl who wrote in to thelma in the sunday papers about how she is in a relationship and theya re both so in love. then there's this guy who's attracted to her at the office and tries to woo her and charm her. so for the fun of it, she thought she'd play with hime and dump him. she begins to let this guy believe he can go after her despite him knowing that she's already spoken for. so she leads him on, and soon one thing led to another they begin sleeping together. what's worse, now, she can't seem to get him out of her mind, but she knows she still loves her man (who is still in the dark!) poor fool. and to add salt to the wound, the new guy wants her to leave the old guy who is INNOCENT because he can't stand her being with another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hey, listen here... you are THE OTHER MAN in this triangle, nephew. take it from me, you are in the wrong. &lt;br /&gt; but then again, many may content that what's right or wrong in love? as they say, all's fair in love and war. at least that's how i remember people saying it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111142277249980798?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111142277249980798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111142277249980798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/03/f4rk-l1f3.html' title='f4rk L1f3'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-111081311901512977</id><published>2005-03-14T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:11:59.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, we've come a long way</title><content type='html'>oh what a busy week it was last week. so much happened. nothing exciting happened at work, but after work activities were certainly abound. on thursday, i had dinner with an old skoolmate at a restaurant in SS2 which was ok. the place is called Wong Kok Char Chan teng. trying to give ppl the "HongKong" feel. and there were lotsa CE ppl there. business was brisk even though the food was just so-so. I then picked Gerard up and hung out at my place til YN came. G suggested that why not we drink at HAppyCafe tonight. And that impromptu suggestion gathered most of the malat community together for a wonderful night of cock tales and aimless discussions. Oh what fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that night happened to be the birthday of an old flame too. and in trying to be a friend, i gave her a call to wish her a wonderful birthday. She turned 22 on teh 10th of March. I must say it's been a very long time since i bothered to take the effort to just call her and wish her well. I sometimes wonder, is it wrong to just leave it all behind and not keep in touch anymore? is it wrong if you continue to do so? which is better? or should i rephrase that to: which is the lesser of the two evils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; when is it that we can truly say we've moved on and there's absolutely no problems if we could rebuild the bridge and learn to be friends again? when can two ppl who used to date go out together without having to worry about being and feeling awkward or get into trouble with our current partners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am truly blessed that hanna, is a very understanding and patient person. She trusts me and i do my best everyday to not let her down. but sometimes my best ain't enuff too. I hurt her feelings last saturday and we had a row. it was my insensitivity that caused it, and i take full responsibility. but however, all was well again the next morning when she woke me up from my sleep (i overslept on one of the biggest days of my life!!!) to pick her up from the LRT station as we had planned. TOgether with my family, Hanna accompanied me to my graduation ceremony at the Shangri-la hotel. I hope i did them proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the convocation was a reunion of sorts for many of us. i met up with an old good buddy of mine. sorta like a brother to me from my college days, whose now working with his lovely girlfriend in penang. it's fun chatting up like old times. too bad we had only a short time in the two days we saw each other. We had big plans to study and work in sheffield but that wasn't to be. Then there's harry and his girlfriend whose name i always forget. we had dinner together on saturday night and though we are still the same people, working sure makes people change. more mature and serious already lar, orang kata. &lt;br /&gt; i was also very happy that my friend from taiwan came down for the convo ceremony here in KL. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br/&gt;i ahve somuch more to tell, like how this friend of mine continues to win accolades and is making waves in Earnst and Young. I read your mail and i am glad. So if you read this, sorry i didn't have the oportunity to come up to you the other day and say hi. just wanna let you know that you make us all proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-111081311901512977?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111081311901512977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/111081311901512977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/03/friends-weve-come-long-way.html' title='Friends, we&apos;ve come a long way'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110848174984217270</id><published>2005-02-15T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T23:35:49.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bluetooth device for sale</title><content type='html'>for sale brand new bluetooth dongle: one unit. at cost price of RM83/ cash basis. i bought two pieces but found no use for the extra one. it's the size of your small thumbdrive and it fits into your USB port. can be used with bluetooth enabled HPs, cameras, etc. it's 3 days old and is as good as new. do leave me a contact no. or whatever if you're interested. comes with free driver cd. but if you're using XP, you don't quite need it anyway. it's electric blue in colour and still in its original pack. will post the picture soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110848174984217270?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110848174984217270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110848174984217270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/02/bluetooth-device-for-sale.html' title='bluetooth device for sale'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110838232207995339</id><published>2005-02-14T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:39:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>I conclude that most readers of my blog either are too shy to speak or there's no one actually reading it anyways. but still i write. this time in the confines of my office library. i read that a dear friend thinks i've changed so much and this dear friend can hardly relate the new me to the Brian of old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/332922.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; now, i wonder if the truth has been streched a bit or maybe it's precisely on the dot. I mean, i won't deny the fact that working has changed me, but i believe the change started even before i was working. probably found its root sometime back when i was in Sheffield. &lt;br /&gt; as many of you know, some things took a turn for the worse while i was there, but though the differences were sorted out, the event had such a significant effect on my outlook that my personal views on people in general changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have become somewhat COLD &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/332926.jpg"&gt;and i must say that the people closest to me have been getting the indirect repercussion, as such. I am truly sorry for the change in me has made me less recognisable, less familiar, less friendly, more fiery, fierce, hard-headed and hard to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the the old times greatly, but we all move on. so lets hope in time to come, we'd all recapture the laughters and the simple joys of friendship once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a beautiful valentine's. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110838232207995339?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110838232207995339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110838232207995339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/02/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110813997316936394</id><published>2005-02-12T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:25:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's stories for the soul</title><content type='html'>Sempena the Valentine's Day which is just around the corner, I was wondering... What is the best Valentine's present to get for Hanna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'd love to hear suggestions, ideas etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but what i'd like more is to hear your favourite Valentine's moment. What was the most special thing you did, received, or shared with your loved ones? Gimme your two cents about how commercialised this occassion has become and how it changed for you from the time we were all still in high school and how it is different for you now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd write about my valentine's in the next posting but i'd really enjoy it if someone would start the ball rolling. &lt;br /&gt; til then, good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iamspongy and i'mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm gonna activate my life with Maxis!&lt;br /&gt;stank you smelly much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/332918.jpg"&gt;hanna and i on the first day of CNY2005. she is simply gorgeous and ultra feminine in this stunning red cheongsam, and i am as usual, very spongy in my bronze chinese suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/332920.jpg"&gt;here's hanna with the latest LV look ala uma thurman, the new face of LV. Lovely, baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/332921.jpg"&gt; me in my first designer suit. when am i ever going to wear this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110813997316936394?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110813997316936394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110813997316936394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-stories-for-soul.html' title='Valentine&apos;s stories for the soul'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110800480254730654</id><published>2005-02-10T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T11:06:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>additives included</title><content type='html'>in the midst to put in some new features that's been long looked into, so look out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110800480254730654?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110800480254730654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110800480254730654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/02/additives-included.html' title='additives included'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110784333440984540</id><published>2005-02-08T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T14:15:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xing nian </title><content type='html'>Gong Xi FA Cai to one and all. may this grand festival bring many many joy, happiness, fortune, luck, love, peace, harmony, health, less work more money.... more honeys, ahhahahhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy. gong xi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110784333440984540?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110784333440984540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110784333440984540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/02/xing-nian.html' title='xing nian '/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110684049350936368</id><published>2005-01-27T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T23:41:33.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't send me flowers anymore</title><content type='html'>lately, while at work, i've been having strange flashbacks of the time i was in Sheffield. of thiems when me and my dear buddies made supper together every night. of the long walk from broomgrove hall to the city campus. of the first week we all studied together at the heart of the campus. of the stories we shared, the BS we traded. the recipies we cooked up and the mini concerts we ever so often threw. those were great days. strnagely, i am missing all of that. so here's a toast to the good times and let them keep on rolling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/304643.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/304649.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/304644.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/304650.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and by the way, i've lost almost every single phone no. on my sim card due to some malfunction. so please if you can, do sms me or gimme a buzz to let me know your no. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i don't write again til the CNY, Gong Xi FA Cai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110684049350936368?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110684049350936368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110684049350936368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-dont-send-me-flowers-anymore.html' title='you don&apos;t send me flowers anymore'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110648304308520700</id><published>2005-01-23T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T20:24:03.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more Kluang... at least for the next 10 months!</title><content type='html'>the server is very slow today. or could it be my com is full of nonsense? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been home for 3 days already. it feels great but the weather is a real killer. &lt;br /&gt; i ahve nothing much to say this time, except that there are plnty of things i wanna do so much to catch up on but there can't seem to be enough time to do anything. &lt;br /&gt; things don't suck now, but they can be better as far as time management goes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope my loved ones can continue to be so supportive even when i am too tired nowadays to give them my full attention and the best of me. i get home grumpy and irritable nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iamspongy and i'mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm having a flu.&lt;br /&gt;stank you smelly much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110648304308520700?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110648304308520700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110648304308520700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-more-kluang-at-least-for-next-10.html' title='no more Kluang... at least for the next 10 months!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110598101842758568</id><published>2005-01-18T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:56:58.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 am teusday morning</title><content type='html'>it's 1 am 18th of January 2005. i'm at my client's office. had a bigggg meal. had some drinks. gone back to the office and here i am. at 1 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110598101842758568?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110598101842758568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110598101842758568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/01/1-am-teusday-morning.html' title='1 am teusday morning'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110457724997224497</id><published>2005-01-01T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:00:49.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malat newsletter</title><content type='html'>i would like to propose to the Wolfman to start a weekly newsletter sebagaimana beliau telah mewartakan pendapat tanpa bahan-bahan pengawet beliau di seutas e-mel. pada my opinion, it was mighty hilarious and i'd be happy to continue to receive such high quality entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, that's how spams start off innit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110457724997224497?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110457724997224497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110457724997224497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2005/01/malat-newsletter.html' title='Malat newsletter'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110431854735035838</id><published>2004-12-29T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T19:09:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need your phone numbers...</title><content type='html'>to everyone who reads this, please be informed that i have lost all your phone no.s becoz of a stupid software bug on me new phone. rest assured that the phone is now ok, but i no longer have your phone no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; please do send me a text message @ 0122958259 with your phone no. and name so that i can contact you this new year's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a million.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110431854735035838?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110431854735035838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110431854735035838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-need-your-phone-numbers.html' title='i need your phone numbers...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110419072391845148</id><published>2004-12-28T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T07:38:43.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas party with lotsa love</title><content type='html'>i wanna take this opportunity to congratulate my buddy, Adam for throwing such a wonderful christmas party last night. it was easily the warmest and most fun filled gathering we'd ever had. you did it this time, nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i've gotta go work now. will add to this posting later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; iamspongy and i'm outttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110419072391845148?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110419072391845148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110419072391845148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/12/xmas-party-with-lotsa-love.html' title='X&apos;mas party with lotsa love'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110386925023738885</id><published>2004-12-24T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T14:20:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iamspongy and i wanna wish you a .....</title><content type='html'>I've been in a small town called KLUANG, in Johore for a good two weeks. I'm eager to head back to KL for the countdown to christmas 2004. I miss my home, Hanna, my buddies and friends and my life as a bummer. I am currently being held back a bit because my colleagues have some other pending matters that has to be completed before we can all leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have to return to Kluang either on the night of the 4th or early morning on the 5th of Jan. but til then i would be travelling between my house to Rawang, and then a stocktake in Klang on the 30th and one in Semenyih on the 31st. of Dec. .... well, at least i'd be home or close to home during the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i do enjoy this running about, especially with a merry bunch of colleagues.... here's a very very merry christmas and a wonderful new year's to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bri@n......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110386925023738885?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110386925023738885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110386925023738885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/12/iamspongy-and-i-wanna-wish-you.html' title='iamspongy and i wanna wish you a .....'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110269138806167681</id><published>2004-12-10T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T23:09:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am officially a SA2; that stands for staff assistant 2 - audit div.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am quite sexy, but not the sexiest yet, in the company. however, i aim to be the sexiest and most progressive personnel the company has seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i kow it'll take a lot of sacrifice and commitment but i intend to make it. i will show the world that i am not only sexy but dumb.... i'm no blonde, 'scuse me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iamspongy and i'm outttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be away for two weeks on an audit assignment in Kluang, Johor. so  MERRY CHRISTMAS in advance. let the love spill over... and continue clicking with TMnet &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110269138806167681?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110269138806167681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110269138806167681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-officially-sa2-that-stands-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110239344374294157</id><published>2004-12-07T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T12:24:03.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ish happens?</title><content type='html'>Shit doesn't just happen. not time and time again. not in tandem nor in sequence. they happen because through the course of time, they were driven in that direction. they were meant to take place and it is directly due to the fact that people made it so. accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone screws up sometimes. some ppl screw up all the time. but shit doesn't just happen. there are many things that we could have prevented or could have done differently. heck, we know the consequences to our actions way before all the shit happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance, i didn't prepare for today's exam. the consequence of doing so would be: SCUFF again. simple. i wouldn't go on lamenting about how shit happened because i know i didn't do what i needed to do to get through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; get the drift? communication breakdown and the gap between us made it impossible for these words to come out through a different medium. i regret that. well, you know... shit happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iamspongy and i'm outttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110239344374294157?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110239344374294157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110239344374294157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/12/ish-happens.html' title='ish happens?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110230522471843536</id><published>2004-12-06T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:01:20.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing for success</title><content type='html'>fresh from a special dinner with me mates at Sungai buloh, where we took two fishes which Edward fished just the other day to steam and deep fry.... i hereby announce to the world of the incorporation of the Spongy Army. I will be its supreme ruler while David, who idolises me, shall be awarded the title of Irrefutable Spongy General Specific of the Spongy Army (otherwise known as the Yellow Army). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we will begin our recruitment excercise and we welcome applicants to idolise me and make me their ungay icon too. while many sceptics may deride us for our beliefs and our priciples, we shall battle on and fight for our demi-God,the reverant Spongebob Squarepants (whose movie is now out!!!!go catch it, it's an ORDERlah)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the criterion on which you are qualified is that you'd have to (say it with me now, DAvid!) "Click with TMNet-lahhhhhhhhh"....&lt;br /&gt;so just submit your CV and resume and attach them to your comments. now, as a wise general specific once said "leave a comment or i will sulk!"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iamspongy and i'm outtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110230522471843536?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110230522471843536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110230522471843536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/12/fishing-for-success.html' title='fishing for success'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-110213432696938884</id><published>2004-12-04T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T12:25:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion shows and the ungay icon</title><content type='html'>Hellos again....&lt;br /&gt;it's been a mighty long time since i last wrote. It's not that i have lost any interest in blogging or sharing with everyone, just that i had been extremely busy with work recently. I was involved in the recent KLAFW (KL-Asia Fashion Week) and MIFA Awards which was held at avenueK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the entire thing had been such an eye opening experience for myself and eveyone else that i know. I got to know many of Malaysia's fashion industry's "who's who", models, designers, celebs, corporate leaders etc.etc.etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the glamorous screen we all always see them in, their world is actually rather complicated but not much different from the lives we normal ppl go through. through the course of the week, i had the pleasure of having twenty odd wonderful girls working with me at registration, seating and ushering. and because i had such a large pool of girls at one spot, there always was a couple of clowns who constantly tried to pick up girls from my counter. i felt like a grumpy father each time they come to kacau my daughters.... ahhahaahha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, nothing is completely a bush of roses... especially when money comes into the picture. i just wanna say that witches will burn and your games won't get you far. your name stank and everyone will remember your evil, K. politics and your web of deceit complicates your world. and may you be buried in all your complexity. know that the reason the world hates your guts is because of your own evil ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as santana preached "you've gotta change your evil ways, baby..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i will post some pictures up later, lah. til then...... iamspongy and i'm outtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-110213432696938884?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110213432696938884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/110213432696938884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/12/fashion-shows-and-ungay-icon.html' title='Fashion shows and the ungay icon'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109923143974834843</id><published>2004-10-31T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:03:59.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally i write</title><content type='html'>i dunno lah kenape my com nie giving me probs lately...tak bleh lah aku nak upload pictures... not the blog site punya prob koz when i tried to attach files also tak jadi... so stressnye.ahahhahahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, just update everyone that i am now working on a project called the M'sian International Fashion Awards, set to be the biggest bomb on this year's social calendar... it's a one month stint while i await my ACCA dec. sitting. then hopefully i get called to work by some large firm (winkwink) hahahahhahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also so glad to see so many old friends and classmates at my convocation last weekend. it wasn't a very grand affair but a rather warm one with so many people meeting for the first time again since leaving college last june. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things happening lately also lar but i am very tired... malas want to type out.ahhahah... i am so busy that want to bombing the tungking also have to check my organiser to see whether got time or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to tukar hairstyle lar... but also too busy to go get a hair cut. finish work also so lewat already. but nehhhhhhhmind... just as long as at the end of the day i dapat money to tukar handphone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stankyousmellymuch......iamspongy and i'm outttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109923143974834843?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109923143974834843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109923143974834843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/10/finally-i-write.html' title='finally i write'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109825578456338375</id><published>2004-10-20T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T12:17:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here</title><content type='html'>after a brief hiatus from my blog, i'm back. that doesn't sound too right, does it? so how's everyone been? being gone for 4 months, the first thing i did was of course hang out with me buddies and my beloved hanna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; there are plenty of little changes in everyone and everything. and funnily, i'm seeing things a bit differently from before i left the group and came back. what i mean is there are things there in the people i see every other day that i had not seen before going away. maybe i hadn't been too observant. but all the same, we still blend like jack and coke, baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats be to my buddy yUeNenG for his promotion... very very quick progress in his career owing to his witty charms and his hard work. couple that with plain passion and knowledge about cars and here you have a sifu at cars, babe... you heard it here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an interview early this week... my first. but i think i scuffed it because i forgot to remove my earrings. dumb spongy! but on a happier note, i celebrated with hanna our first year of being together. Cheers!!! we had a romantic dinner buka-puasa style at the Sheraton Imperial in KL... if you do go there, look out for a waitress by the name of Apple.. "jeng" name but one sweet fruit, she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this saturday, i will be attending my convocation at TAR college. am excited to meet all me old classmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, my dear friends, are some pictures &lt;img scr="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/169245.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/169246.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/169247.jpg"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/169249.jpg"&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109825578456338375?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109825578456338375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109825578456338375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/10/here.html' title='here'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109710313286137140</id><published>2004-10-07T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T06:52:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>young men</title><content type='html'>young man what are you doing here? i said young man, you have no business here, i said young man you cannot parking here... you need a visitors' pass, i said you need a visitors' pass....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109710313286137140?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109710313286137140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109710313286137140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/10/young-men.html' title='young men'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109707337247334178</id><published>2004-10-06T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T22:36:12.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back home</title><content type='html'>the spongy is backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;it's been a hectic 3 weeks. it was , first the exams... then the excursion through europe. but now the spongy is back in KL and damn happy bout it. will deliver photos and many interesting stories soon. do keep posted. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109707337247334178?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109707337247334178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109707337247334178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/10/back-home.html' title='back home'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109587617958889567</id><published>2004-09-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T02:02:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more videos... peace out.</title><content type='html'>more videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.startcast.com/shows/10/A0174/code/M/content_inner/fs_video/video_display2.asp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nomorebushgirls.com/video.html&lt;br /&gt;no more bush! fight opression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.channel101.com/shows.php?show_id=5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109587617958889567?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109587617958889567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109587617958889567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-videos-peace-out.html' title='more videos... peace out.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109586696751448860</id><published>2004-09-22T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T23:29:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eric prydz video</title><content type='html'>http://www.ministryofsound.com/eflyers/ericPrydz/remix/?ef=prydzVidRemix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a link to eric prydz's lean on me video which you can remix as you wish... have fun with it, boys! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109586696751448860?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109586696751448860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109586696751448860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/09/eric-prydz-video.html' title='eric prydz video'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109543366175440318</id><published>2004-09-17T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T23:23:06.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more lawaks</title><content type='html'>http://www.mandonna.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the videos on this site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ejbdotcom.net/index.php?do=hockey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; watch it for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thinkmad.com/tvp/tvp/Media/Meetyou_lo_320x240.mov&lt;br /&gt;hi, i'm ronald...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.heavy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sorta like liquidgeneration.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.xtreme-flash.com/&lt;br /&gt; graphic giler but takes a while to load&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109543366175440318?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109543366175440318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109543366175440318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-lawaks.html' title='more lawaks'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109526543847276770</id><published>2004-09-16T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T22:11:33.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendster</title><content type='html'>http://friendster.com/user.php?uid=12247894&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawak betul budak nie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109526543847276770?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109526543847276770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109526543847276770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/09/friendster.html' title='friendster'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109456517795943734</id><published>2004-09-07T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:52:57.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poser</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/99030.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in contemplation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/99037.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; hanna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/99029.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; scoobydooby dooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109456517795943734?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109456517795943734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109456517795943734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/09/poser.html' title='poser'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109456247096599112</id><published>2004-09-07T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:54:42.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APOLOGIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/99038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have just deleted two previous postings... if only it was so easy as a tap of a few buttons to turn back the hands of time and all the wrongs can just be erased. everything can be reattempted and perhaps things could actually have been so much more different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to know the real reason behind how all the recent coldwar was over dissatisfaction over an entry here. It had offended and perhaps even hurt those people who i live with and maybe even those close to them. For that, I must apologise. I am sincerely sorry from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to do my best to take this friendship thing one day at a time, as i expect you may too.&lt;br /&gt;after all that's been said and done, it's not gonna be easy but i know some of you tried... so i must too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it may be, lets all go study and get our well deserved degree. We owe it to ourselves, individually or otherwise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iamasorryspongy........and i'm outttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109456247096599112?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109456247096599112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109456247096599112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/09/apologies.html' title='APOLOGIES'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109430210807747738</id><published>2004-09-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T20:48:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carwash</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/95925.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by biggest inspiration......... my true love. you are a wonder which no words could describe.... you are the object of my affection, admiration and love.... you are my reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and iamyourspongy........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109430210807747738?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109430210807747738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109430210807747738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/09/carwash.html' title='carwash'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109430130883508348</id><published>2004-09-04T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T20:35:08.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PStooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/95921.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message to my beloved lil shadow, Shaun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be coming home soon so you better brush up on your game skills so that i can challenge you on the PS2 when i'm back! ahahhahaha... missing you terribly.&lt;br /&gt;iamspongy and i'm outtttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109430130883508348?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109430130883508348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109430130883508348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/09/pstooooooo.html' title='PStooooooo'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109205594515461867</id><published>2004-08-09T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:47:13.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictorial guide to sexiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/65394.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; inilah rupa-rupanya apa yang digelar "sexy giler"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/65386.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self explanatory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/65511.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring tunggu pompuan shopping kat oxford Street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/65513.jpg"&gt;freddie mercury... the real king of Queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/65516.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; QUESTION:how sexy somemore can you get?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/65522.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posers no.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/65425.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; posers no.2 magic or not????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ahhahahahha... hope you enjoy the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this one here is my version of the nyonya soup called Brian's Masak TEKTEK... ahhahahahh... tastes like the real thing despite the fact that there is some ingredients that differ from the actual due to the nature that KWAILOU's don't have so many rempahs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/65398.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, can you smell what the Sponge is cooking? (insert spongy's eyebrow)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109205594515461867?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109205594515461867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109205594515461867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/08/pictorial-guide-to-sexiness.html' title='pictorial guide to sexiness'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109187570195138882</id><published>2004-08-07T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T18:48:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>this was ripped off a posting from my Uni's student's postings. these are some of the unquotable quotes and excerps from the great Mr. Bush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://politicalhumor.about.com/library/graphics/diebold_ad_charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of my favourites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is clear our nation is reliant upon big foreign oil. More and more of our imports come from overseas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They misunderestimate me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's going to require numerous IRA agents" - On Gore's tax plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we agree, the past is over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most important job is not to be governor, or first lady in my case"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's clearly a budget. It's got a lot of numbers in it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now how can one come up with such brilliantly spoke words so many many times???? ahahhahahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109187570195138882?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109187570195138882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109187570195138882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/08/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109187287492537011</id><published>2004-08-07T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T18:02:37.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Spongy gets upset for the first time in Sheffield</title><content type='html'>&lt;EMBED SRC="http://www.geocities.com/Paris/2132/GODFAT2.MID" AUTOSTART=false WIDTH=144 HEIGHT=12 LOOP=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/22/21_BRANDOBPS.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to certain individuals who live in my hall of residence, i don't fucking care whether you read this or not, but i just wanna tell you that you arseholes came a whisker's length of me kicking your face in and feeding your mofo fingers to the pigeons..... be sensible and dun bloody freaking slam your mofo doors late into the night while everyone else is trying to get a good sleep, donkeys! it's bad enuff that you drank the night away &amp; laughed so loud it resonates through the corridors, but please have the freaking nuts to think about others... you piss the hell out of me one more freaking time and i swear i will pee at your door and put cockroaches in your soup, you freaking arseholes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate getting upset and angry... don't freaking tempt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am gonna make you an offer you won't refuse... capish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your neighbourhood godfather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Spongy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109187287492537011?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109187287492537011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109187287492537011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/08/don-spongy-gets-upset-for-first-time.html' title='Don Spongy gets upset for the first time in Sheffield'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-109093816606130029</id><published>2004-07-27T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T22:22:46.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man utd.</title><content type='html'>finally able to put up a photo from my manchester trip 3-4 weeks ago...&lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/39598.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see, i am cold as helllssssssssss here in the theater of dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's another one. this one is taken in the player's changing room. i'm lacing up where ronaldo sits... &lt;img src="http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/39599.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's plenty more vidoes and pictures that will have to wait till i get back. meanwhile, to all my loyal fans, thanks for dropping in ever so often. i miss you guys too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sehingga kita ketemu lagi, iamspongy and i'm outttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-109093816606130029?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109093816606130029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/109093816606130029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/07/man-utd.html' title='man utd.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108973099447349075</id><published>2004-07-13T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:03:14.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white flag</title><content type='html'>Yee Han's granparents are in Sheffield to attend his and Grace's graduation ceremony. I had the privilege to be invited to dinner with them last night at his place. His grandmother made curry chicken (spongy's fav!), crispy sweet and sour fish, pork with dark soy sauce, and some vege... yummmyyyy yum yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were being so hospitable and it feels very nice... his granpa even labeled me an old family friend. hahahahahahha... wonderful, isn't it? he even extended another invitation to dinner before they leave for Malaysia at the end of this month. My members here are quite keen to come along! ahahahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yee han and grace gave me a hi-fi system to use during my stay here. i think me "ah so" and other neighbours will ahve plenty of sleepless nights now. ahahahhahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had forgotten to say thanks to all my buddies here that take good care of me, i wanna take this chance to say it. THANK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108973099447349075?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108973099447349075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108973099447349075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/07/white-flag.html' title='white flag'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108919382026957915</id><published>2004-07-07T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T19:25:12.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress reliever...</title><content type='html'>The sexy sponge is currently under considerable amount of pressure from having to organise the europe trip for the group (though, only playing a supporting role) and trying to complete 2 assignments and reading a 20+ page article for his seminar this coming thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't practice santeria I ain't got no crystal ball &lt;br /&gt;I had a million dollars but I'd, I'd spend it all &lt;br /&gt;If I could find that Heina and that Sancho she's found &lt;br /&gt;Well I'd pop a cap in Sancho and I'd&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; slap her down &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna know my baby &lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna say I can't define &lt;br /&gt;It's love that I need &lt;br /&gt;But my soul will have to &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Wait 'till I get back, &lt;br /&gt;find a Heina of my own &lt;br /&gt;Daddy's gonna love one and all &lt;br /&gt;I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break &lt;br /&gt;And I gotta live it upOh yeah, uh huh, well I swear that I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Metro/6209/music/santaria.mid" width="144" height="12" type="audio/midi" autostart="false" loop="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna know my baby &lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna say I can't define &lt;br /&gt;That love will make it go &lt;br /&gt;My soul will have to... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna say my baby &lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna say is I've got mine &lt;br /&gt;And I'll make it yes I'm comin' up &lt;br /&gt;Tell Sanchito that if &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;He knows what is good for him &lt;br /&gt;he best go run and hide &lt;br /&gt;Daddy's got a new 45 &lt;br /&gt;And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat &lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say that I've got something for his punk ass &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well I really wanna know my baby &lt;br /&gt;What I really wanna say is there's just one way back &lt;br /&gt;And I'll make it &lt;br /&gt;yeah my soul will have to wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst trying to get a grasp of the theory behind emergent strategy; rational strategy; and the logical incremetalism strategy, i had blasting out of my earphones, one of my all time favourite song... one wonderful ska tune from sublime called sante ria which was introduced to me by the srigala some years back on the way from Klang after a wonderful bak kut teh breakfast. it had me singing aloud about 15 times while my neighbours were trying to complete their own assignments... ahhahahahaha. damn nice stress reliever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the by, i'd be going to Bath this saturday... wonder if it'd be as fun as manchester..???????......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108919382026957915?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108919382026957915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108919382026957915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/07/stress-reliever.html' title='stress reliever...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108877284824616561</id><published>2004-07-02T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:27:15.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lallalallalallaryangiggslallalallllalallalallalryangiggsallalallalalallalla</title><content type='html'>i wanna stank my friends yee han and the wolfman for taking care of the sexy sponge here in the UK... i also wann say a special stankyou to the wolfman for feeding the sponge 2/3 of the time we actually meet up. a'ight...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://olympia.fortunecity.com/giggs/456/giggs17.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be getting spongeducated in the manchester area tomorrow, and will be touring to amongst others, the &lt;em&gt;theater of dreams&lt;/em&gt;... home of legendary manchester united. i am also gonna look for ryan giggs to sign an autograph for my good pal, ADAMKING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'd have to wake up at around 6.30am tomorrow to gather at the pick up point by 7.30am...&lt;br /&gt;so i may not remember to get everyone something but i'm sure no one expects anything from this stingy sponge anyhow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.geocities.com/dan_rustine/midis/favmistakscrow.mid" AUTOSTART=false WIDTH=144 HEIGHT=12 LOOP=1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108877284824616561?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108877284824616561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108877284824616561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/07/lallalallalallaryangiggslallalallllala.html' title='lallalallalallaryangiggslallalallllalallalallalryangiggsallalallalalallalla'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108843874203564927</id><published>2004-06-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T00:05:52.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't leave me ...</title><content type='html'>just only finished class. in fact it went so well for the first time that we ended half an hour earlier. but that only means that i have an extra half an hour to burn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends and i resolved to spend the evening in the computer center whilst we wait for ping hong &amp; gim may to finish their class. we'd all then hop home together in a group to have dinner already waiting for us. ahahhahaha! sounds so exciting just thinking bout it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling so hungry already, and i wish i was back home. can jsut go grab a bite with me frens anytime i choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am actually talking to my dad online as i write this! now, isn't that amazing? well... funny how things can be when you are far apart.  well... another song here for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.chez.com/philoumidi/Midi/Chansons/Rap-groove/Blackstreet_Dont_leave_me.mid" AUTOSTART=false WIDTH=144 HEIGHT=12 LOOP=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go run back for me dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108843874203564927?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108843874203564927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108843874203564927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/06/dont-leave-me.html' title='don&apos;t leave me ...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108841578170386730</id><published>2004-06-28T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T17:43:01.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doldrums</title><content type='html'>eh, somebody leave me a comment lar....&lt;br /&gt;damn sien man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108841578170386730?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108841578170386730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108841578170386730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/06/doldrums.html' title='doldrums'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108816815647607790</id><published>2004-06-25T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T20:57:56.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an evening with Zee</title><content type='html'>while waiting for my lecture to begin, i have about 2 hours left to burn since me and two friends have already gotten our weeklong supply of books from the library called the Adsetts Centre down in the City Campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may come off as sunny, the names of things around here sometimes... and it's still a bit weird for me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i would like to thank my pal the wolfman for his hospitality towards the sexy spongy yesterday evening. Zee provided me the privilege to his broadband -which isn't any faster than th local dial-up- ahhahahahhahahha........ and he also took me for a tour around where he lives at the moment, a place called watson road, if i remember correctly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, he did somthing rather unZee like, if i know him at all. he started giving me plenty of stuff. like chinese dinner, soy sauce, clothes and hangers.... but that could be due to the fact that he is gonna move in 5 days time! muahahhahahahhahahha.... anyhow also, thanks a lot lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we caught a bit of footie and saw owen score the first goal against portugal. but i left soon after dinner to catch up with my hostelmates here on a visit to Tesco. i was the only one amongst them to have not unpacked yet because i went out with Zee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.geocities.com/BourbonStreet/1686/Holdmyha.mid" AUTOSTART=false WIDTH=144 HEIGHT=12 LOOP=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i would like to put up another tune called "hold my hand" by hootie and the blowfish which i'd like to dedicate to all them lovely women who provide me food and especially to my brother Zee for the "kwan chiew" he's shown to the sexy one over here in sheffield. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108816815647607790?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108816815647607790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108816815647607790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/06/evening-with-zee.html' title='an evening with Zee'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108798948162225243</id><published>2004-06-23T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T19:18:01.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wet-nurse-day</title><content type='html'>it's the first day of class today and the long walk from yesterday has left my feet feeling rather sore still. it's a rainy wednesday. in fact, it's been raining the entire day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have much time on the computer as assingments are already in and it's due next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do miss home a lot. but things here aren't as bad. just that i'm very glad i have wonderful friends here that know what to get in the market and how to cook them. it is in this area that i feel so useless and like a fool. i do try to compensate by doing most of the donkey work and being somewhat a protector of the group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd be able to continue to put up blogs like i used to... with music and pictures. but for the time being, i still have many things to settle yet, such as moving over to brogroove hall tomorrow where i'd be residing for the next 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta run to check and reply my mails now.... ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;iamspongy and i'm outtttttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108798948162225243?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108798948162225243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108798948162225243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/06/wet-nurse-day.html' title='wet-nurse-day'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108762528622624076</id><published>2004-06-19T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T14:08:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last dance before a brand new chapter</title><content type='html'>i had a wonderful week just chilling with my beautiful sweetheart,Hanna. the guys provided great nights of "food massacre" while using my leaving the country as an excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also took the time to stay at home to accompany my lil brother and also visited my grandmother at the nursing home. she was happy to see me but also sad that i'd be gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i finally packed on thursday with hanna's help. no. actually she packed for me with little help from me. ahhahahahha...... i just love to be spoiled! she is such a wonderful girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have met up with as many frens as i could fit into within these two hectic weeks. i feel bad for those i made promises to meet up but til today i've yet been able to fulfil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it'll have to wait. well, i've gotta fulfil my other obligations before i go. my flight is at 2330hours. i shall leave you with this wonderful song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EMBED SRC="http://n2rainbows.homestead.com/files/MemoriesA.mid" AUTOSTART=false WIDTH=144 HEIGHT=12 LOOP=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; thanks guys! love you and am gonna miss everyone...&lt;br /&gt;stank you smelly much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108762528622624076?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108762528622624076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108762528622624076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/06/last-dance-before-brand-new-chapter.html' title='last dance before a brand new chapter'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108728741516164615</id><published>2004-06-15T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T16:16:55.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>balloon fight</title><content type='html'>hello world, it's me again! it's been ten days since i last added a posting. basically i've been pretty busy since my final paper, Adv. Taxation last wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then i have been running around doing my x-ray and TB test at the hospital and then there's the day out with my parents. My dad got me a new digital camera. i am so happy! that means there's gonna be more pics coming your way now!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys and i also went shopping for presents as yue neng, adam, inez and hanna were celebrating their birthday all at once... they are nice enuff to bring forward any celebrations so that i wouldn't miss it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;stewart also finally got his long overdue birthday present from all of us. we got him an electric shaver... one that he's been fussing us about for since last november! ahahhahahahha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to dedicate this posting to all my wonderful friends, there's just too many to name but i bet you guys know who you are. thank you for everything. I'd also like to take this opportunity to wish YN a very happy birthday. may the racing shoes make you faster! do show it off to Karam the next time you go rallying, eh?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna baby, happy 20th! you are ever so beautiful and your wisdom is beyond your age. i am so proud to have you by me all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108728741516164615?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108728741516164615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108728741516164615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/06/balloon-fight.html' title='balloon fight'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108635883376696469</id><published>2004-06-04T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T10:32:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something queer and something fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.bravotv.com/images/Queer_Eye_for_the_Straight_Guy/Photos/group12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here, i give to you the GAY Mafia. no italian mafia family can boast to look this good. not even in the movies, i tell you. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys from queer eye are very entertaining. if you haven't seen it, i urge you to try catch it and learn a thing or two from the FAB FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now, something fun for the weekend, you can go to this website and irrtate the hell out of this queer looking guy. i found it thru FHM.com a couple of months ago but just now a friend forwarded the link to me so i thought i'd share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.expression.philips.com.br/artes/venc2003/obrasflash/rmello/o_incomodo.swf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: please have me in your prayers as i am a bit under the weather and also pray that i do well in my coming exam. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stank You Smelly Much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108635883376696469?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108635883376696469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108635883376696469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/06/something-queer-and-something-fun.html' title='something queer and something fun'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108615174618867808</id><published>2004-06-02T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T12:49:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emancipate ourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free out mind</title><content type='html'>hellos again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.geocities.com/SouthBeach/Boardwalk/9301/Midi/RedSong.mid" AUTOSTART=false WIDTH=144 HEIGHT=12 LOOP=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i aspire to take one whole week off from my computer to concentrate on my exams. yes, yes... i know i have said that before but perhaps this time i am for real. I really pray for my own sake that i am a lil bit more hardworking. then i can prove to myself and this whole world i am smarter than i am sexy! therefore, in this instalment i play for you &lt;em&gt; redemption song &lt;/em&gt; by bob marley sorta to redeem my past slacking.. muahahahhahahahahahhahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spongezone.net/pictures/spongebob/thumbsup.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like some feedback on how the midi files put on this here blog has affected your opening of the page. ie. probably that it's taking slower to load or the page can't open properly; or perhaps the files won't play... this may be true for those using dial-up connection, so do gimme some feedback so that i can do something about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iamspongy and i'm outtttttttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108615174618867808?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108615174618867808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108615174618867808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/06/emancipate-ourselves-from-mental.html' title='emancipate ourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free out mind'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108606649109224850</id><published>2004-06-01T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T13:08:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new features</title><content type='html'>Welcome everyone to a brand new instalment of Spongy's Aquarium! Now, if you have a keen eye, you'd notice that there are a few new features added to my blog. they are, first and foremost, the &lt;em&gt;sitemeter&lt;/em&gt; which counts the no. of visitors to this sexy aquarium (irregardless willingly or not) and the other being the exciting new addition of &lt;em&gt;midi files&lt;/em&gt; that will make this aquarium a more fun filled and interesting site to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all in line with the sensory attack as promised in the first posting. i chose to leave it to you, my dear readers to decide for yourselves whether you'd like to press &lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt; as some people may be irritated to the sound. but you can first see the exciting addition appearing in an old posting entitled &lt;em&gt;Stank You Smelly Much&lt;/em&gt; which plays lionel richie's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EMBED SRC="http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Ranch/6160/friendsinlowplaces.mid" AUTOSTART=false WIDTH=144 HEIGHT=12 LOOP=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this instalment, i'd like to introduce to you a tune called &lt;em&gt;Friends in Low Places&lt;/em&gt; by a fine singer named Garth Brooks. it's about someone who is proud to be who he is despite the person he once loved never thought much of him. I'm sure many of us could relate to that one time or another. but that's another story for another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;iamspongy and i'm outttttttttttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108606649109224850?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108606649109224850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108606649109224850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-features.html' title='new features'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108593717203746180</id><published>2004-05-31T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T01:31:17.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idols</title><content type='html'>I am sorry, i eat my words. i can't resist not updating my blog. in fact, i have been just looking for the right reasons to do just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://malaysianidol.bluehyppo.com/img/fly_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight i have just discovered one. A friend of mine, one who will be auditioning for the Malaysian Idol thingy in Berjaya Time Square this coming june is someone who had actually read my blog...... this is someone i am not really close to, therefore she's not obligated to read my ramblings... so it makes a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not to be mistaken for a need to be validated. No, but it is nice to know that someone is actually reading what you write. like my friend, pervy wolf who hosts his blog at http://habitualdamnation.blogspot.com/ who writes brilliant shite each time... if i were him, i'd be wondering if people actually gave two squishes of a sponge how remarkably brilliant my writings are. though to be honest, i feel sometimes his writing have got no point to be exact. it's fiery and passionate but it's all over nothing, however, its still nice to see the way he weaves those words and make them seem so intelligent. kudos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this brings me to what i really wanna say tonight. if you feel like it, please do drop me a comment or two about the things i post up or anything you wanna at all. i'd really appreciate the opportunity to discuss anything at all. so if you ever had anything to say, this would be the forum for it. be my guest. i encourage it. challenge my ideas.... teach me something new. i am ready to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;returning to the Malaysian Idol aspirant friend of mine, I would like to wish you all the best. May you kick ass, and show them what a beautiful voice you have. blow them away with your huskier-than-joss-stone-voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/totp/star_pics/images/20040205_joss_stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stars2go.com/s/joss-stone/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'll be rooting for you!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheitzklemenyuhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StankyouSmellymuch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108593717203746180?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108593717203746180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108593717203746180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/05/idols.html' title='Idols'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108580235714791558</id><published>2004-05-29T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T11:45:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hakunamatata</title><content type='html'>it's gonna be a while til i start to update my blog... at least til after my exams on the 9th of June. It's gonna be a busy couple of weeks for me. Will need to get my things ready for my UK trip too. but thank God i have 10 days to my departure compared to my other coursemates who have only 2 days to the departure from tthe last day of the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i wish everyone the best of luck for the upcoming ACCA sitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StankYouSmellyMuch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108580235714791558?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108580235714791558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108580235714791558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/05/hakunamatata.html' title='hakunamatata'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108559061404046130</id><published>2004-05-27T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T00:56:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't it funny? </title><content type='html'>The Smiths, a young couple, have no children and a proxy father is due to arrive. Leaving for work, Mr. Smith says, "I'm off. The government man should be here soon." Moments later a door-to-door baby photographer rings the bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "Good morning." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "Good morning, madam. You don't know me, but I've come to....." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: (Interrupting) "No need to explain, I've been expecting you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "Really? Well, good. I've made a specialty of babies, specially twins." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "That's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: (Sitting) "Then you don't need to be sold on the idea?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "Don't concern yourself. My husband and I both agree this is the right thing to do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "Well, perhaps we should get down to it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: (Blushing) "Just where do we start?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor allows the subject to really spread out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it hasn't worked for Harry and me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time, but if we try several locations and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results. In fact, my business card says, 'I aim to please.'" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "Pardon me, but isn't this a little informal?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "Madam, in my line of work, a man must be at ease and take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but you'd be disappointed with that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "Don't I know! Have you had much success at this?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: (Opening his briefcase and finding baby pictures) "Just look at this picture. Believe it or not, it was done on top of a bus in downtown London." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "Oh, my!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "And here are pictures of the prettiest twins in town. They turned out exceptionally well when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "She was?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her down to Hyde Park to get the job done right. I've never worked under such impossible conditions. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "Four and five deep?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "Yes and for more than three hours, too. The mother got so excited she started bouncing around, squealing and yelling at the crowd. I couldn't concentrate. I'm afraid I had to ask a couple of men to restrain her. By that time darkness was approaching and I began to rush my shots. When the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment I just packed it all in." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "You mean they actually chewed on your, eh.., equipment?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "That's right, but it's all in a day's work. I consider my work a pleasure. I've spent years perfecting my patented technique. Now take this baby, I shot this one in the front window of a big department store." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "I just can't believe it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "Well, madam, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod so that we can get to work." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith: "TRIPOD?!?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman: "Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my equipment on. It's much too heavy and unwieldy for me to hold while I'm shooting. Mrs. Smith?... Mrs. Smith? ...My goodness, she's fainted!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108559061404046130?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108559061404046130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108559061404046130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/05/isnt-it-funny.html' title='isn&apos;t it funny? '/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108558762909909573</id><published>2004-05-27T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T00:07:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/899/640/friendrose.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/899/320/friendrose.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something for all the lovely people in the world...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108558762909909573?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108558762909909573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108558762909909573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/05/just-something-for-all-lovely-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108538072701070969</id><published>2004-05-24T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T09:01:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stank You Smelly Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;EMBED SRC="http://www.dp.net/~thegrizwalds/songs/Truly0.mid" AUTOSTART=false WIDTH=144 HEIGHT=20 LOOP=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Hanna's friend took the liberty to write me a testimonial on my Friendster account and she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you are one very lucky man. take good care of my babygurl Hanna!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagehost.darkernet.co.uk/i/399028800105_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i do agree with her. Yes, indeedy i am a lucky and sexy, spongy man. But i'd go a step further to even say that i am a very happy man. Hanna, you have brought into my life a sense of joy that is beyond compare and the love you have filled my world with is simply magical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagehost.darkernet.co.uk/i/273838800105_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first time our eyes met, I have dreamed of your love, but your beautiful spirit makes everything so fun and even the most mundane tasks are exciting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not too good with words and my vocabulary is not as huge as my ass, but I hope you realise that i appreciate you for being my muse and my REASON. I cherish your wonders. I love your smile and the way you speak. It makes me smile too. ahhahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'ightttttt.... Enough of all these ke-jiwang-an. IamSpongy and I'm outttttttttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StankYOuSMellyMuch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108538072701070969?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108538072701070969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108538072701070969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/05/stank-you-smelly-much.html' title='Stank You Smelly Much'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108524398284524294</id><published>2004-05-23T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T00:39:42.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fine dining</title><content type='html'>I must say, i am truly enjoying myself these past few weeks... perhaps even more than i really should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had been dining out in fine restaurants twice in the past 3 days and it's rather costly. The first occassion was to celebrate my anniversary in addition to the passing of my advanced diploma. Hanna and i went to a nice exclusive restaurant in a bungalow near KLCC on a road called Jln. Damai... the place is called &lt;em&gt;rahsia&lt;/em&gt; and is very dimly lit to create a warm ambiance and there is romantic latin music to create the mood and with its fusion style cooking creates an experience you won't soon forget (the damage to your wallet, i promise you will not forget anytime soon). you have to know the way there or have someone bring you coz it's pretty well hidden in the heart of the busy city. Oh, yeah... before you go, please do make your reservation ahead of time... apparently it has its crowd of regulars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;then there is tonight, where hanna accompanied me to dinner with a few of my coursemates. it was in a nice restaurant in One Utama named Dave's Cafe. the bill came close to RM400. i recommend the turkey ham pizza... &lt;em&gt;DELICIOUS&lt;/em&gt;... yum yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;gonna go watch National Geographic now... the lions and elephants are battling.&lt;br /&gt;  Good nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108524398284524294?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108524398284524294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108524398284524294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/05/fine-dining.html' title='fine dining'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108507363377284635</id><published>2004-05-21T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T11:11:33.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>noble warriors</title><content type='html'>I just came home from watching TROY with my ever loving and beautiful girlfriend. The movie and many of the same genre before it seem to portray &lt;em&gt;warriors, warlords and the likes&lt;/em&gt;, to be such honorable and noble men when it comes to the battlefield. I find the same pattern in movies like WARRIORS OF HEAVEN AND EARTH, &amp; THE LAST SAMURAI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://troymovie.warnerbros.com/img/photobook/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done any research on this and i doubt i will anytime soon, but the idea of such gruesome men, so fierce and all warrior-like can be so noble to uphold the unwritten laws when it comes to the way they show respect to a beaten enemy. this is of course to let them die in honour and all that bull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i find that idea very intriguing yet appealing at the same time. i also wonder if it was truly that way back in the days... If it was, then i have one question... whoever can give me a good answer will get a &lt;em&gt;SUGUS&lt;/em&gt; from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the modern war, don't we see such honour being shown towards those that we have defeated? Why do we spit on them, sexually abuse them, treat them worse than we would an animal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has the nobility of it all gone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it bad enought that people are going into war to fuel the ambitions of one oaf; at the expense of millions of innocent victims, at the expense of the people's tax money? now they can't even pretend to be more humane than those evil tyrants of the past (think Hitler) towards their captives of war... all the talk about how backwards people from third world countries are, now take a good look at yourselves all you who supported the war. look at how many people that had been lost. all for a cause that only two men really know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://troymovie.warnerbros.com/img/photobook/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies, being movies... they often sensationalise certain ideals and it is likely back in the days of Achilles, they never were so noble as to respect their fallen enemy. That way, it is easier to understand why the ill-treatement of the prisoners of war is happening. Can't be possible that we are turning back time and behaving like the cavemens do, now can we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108507363377284635?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108507363377284635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108507363377284635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/05/noble-warriors.html' title='noble warriors'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108501955956350616</id><published>2004-05-20T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T11:13:54.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and gents, I give to you the loveBelow......</title><content type='html'>I was dead anxious last night as my Advanced Diploma in Commerce (Fin. Accounting) results, cumulative of 2 major exams in two years are to be released today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As confident as i portray myself to be, i sometimes doubt myself. i wonder to myself at times, what makes me so sure i'd be right or i'd succeed. Perhaps it's a mechanism that ensures that as confident as i am i do not go overboard and be cocky. &lt;br /&gt;(NOTE: some ppl may be laughing their heads off in disbelief and disagreement!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spongezone.net/pictures/spongebob/wideeyed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a photo capture of me stressed out during my exams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets get back on track. As i was still deep in slumber in came a phone call from my Mum or &lt;em&gt;leong chan&lt;/em&gt; as i call her. My dad answered and woke me up after he had spoken to her. He told me "Good new! you CLEARED your papers!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind was still in a blur and he repeated those same words hoping it'll make some sense to me, somehow. I got what he was trying to tell me this time around. I went "hmmmm? ohhhhhh.. ahhh..hmmmm." (note: it's NOT the kind you hear in the bedroom!!!) Just to make sure, i logged on to my College website and went to look for myself. YES indeedy!!! it states there &lt;strong&gt;RESULT: PASS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there....i was estatic! I felt like a superDUper SPongY! &lt;img src="http://www.spongezone.net/pictures/spongebob/bansp.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy. This also means that i will be going to sheffield hallam U this summer to do 3 papers to get my degree. (it's a top up to my adv. Dip.)..... another step closer to achieving my dreams. Well, lets all hope things will flow smoothly from here on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a good day, beautiful world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108501955956350616?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108501955956350616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108501955956350616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/05/ladies-and-gents-i-give-to-you.html' title='Ladies and gents, I give to you the loveBelow......'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965268.post-108489594867397936</id><published>2004-05-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T00:35:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/899/640/beauty.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/97/899/320/beauty.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start a blog to glorify my relationship with my gorgeous girlfriend, but i must take this opportunity to tell her that i love her deeply and i am the luckiest sponge in the world. Happy 7th month, Hanna!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.hello.com/images/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965268-108489594867397936?l=iamspongy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108489594867397936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965268/posts/default/108489594867397936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamspongy.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-didnt-start-blog-to-glorify-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07204762059162187679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pix8.net/pro/pic/3430RU5lj/971132.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
