<?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-7289949</id><updated>2011-07-27T03:13:49.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-=Hell Freezes Over=-</title><subtitle type='html'>"The Page that becomes alive N dead again"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112831044002479747</id><published>2005-10-03T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:34:00.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that wants them to leave us alone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No. It is not funny, we can't go anywhere in peace now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is death to the innocent, the only answer to your revenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are just passers by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are not here to condemn you but this has gone on for too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the end of the day, Is this for what you believe in or just blowing things up just for pleasure? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You happy now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go Fuck yourself then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;r.i.p - 1st October 2005, Bali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112831044002479747?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112831044002479747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112831044002479747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112831044002479747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112831044002479747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/10/page-that-wants-them-to-leave-us-alone.html' title='The page that wants them to leave us alone!'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112758376367515374</id><published>2005-09-25T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T01:42:43.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page is back with multiple various bruises all over from futsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDS Futsal Championship Tournament&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never felt so beaten up before in playing futsal. Worst still, it was my company's organized tournament. These are the latest casualties on my body:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bruised on Right Shin&lt;/span&gt; - kicked by a big size indian fella. He got a card for it and i got a blue black straight after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bruised on Left Shin&lt;/span&gt; - Attempted to score but the opposition's keeper ran out, clipped my legs and i swear i almost broke my leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sore Tongue&lt;/span&gt; - Elbowed, by another indian dude (who also refused to shake my hand at the end of the game), on to my face-cum-throat which resulted myself in biting my own tongue. It hurts so much whenever i eat or spit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Knock on head&lt;/span&gt; - Foul committed by opposition resulting me to fall and hit my head on another player's knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sore Left Chest&lt;/span&gt; - clashed with team mate on the same ball. He was like 2 heads taller than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scratches on left leg&lt;/span&gt; - attempted to block a cross with a sliding last-ditch tackle but the thin artificial grass left a burning sensation on my leg... until now. Surprisingly the most painful injury compared to the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so...yea. That was what i went through today. My team lost in the quarters but it was the 2 group stages matches before that most likely will be remembered by us...and the fans. Playing a lone striker on top, we won the first game 4-3. I scored all 4 in this battle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The second battle was more intensed, as tempers were rising...i had to play dirty. Tied at 3-3 into the final minute, I had to slide in to a through pass from my team mate. The ball slowly rolled into the net but i grabbed the keeper from getting near to it. Dirty as it sounds but you dont know what i went through out of this match. So tensed up that i even felt like vomiting half way through the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through to the quarters...we were left with exactly 5 players in the team. Initially we were suppose to have 7. One could not make it as he had to visit his sick aunt. One just got injured after the group stages. So we were exhausted, physically and mentally. I could not even make a decent run, our opponents were playing the ball around as if we were amateurs. They were good, real good and we got trashed. real bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;None the less, it was all good fun but it also came with a price. I stole a lil' limelight with the goals i scored in the first 2 matches and my uncontrollable "Rooney" temper but all i really wanted was just another championship medal. We can still look to the future should there be another one... but currently, i think i wont be playing for quite a number of weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112758376367515374?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112758376367515374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112758376367515374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112758376367515374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112758376367515374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/09/page-is-back-with-multiple-various.html' title='The page is back with multiple various bruises all over from futsal'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112628029974027340</id><published>2005-09-09T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:38:19.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that misses you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby luc is in Bali. This is the first time we've been apart since i came back from Melbourne. Wow! that is like one year ago. I do feel some emptiness in my life, even if she's gonna be away for another 5 days or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came to work with a grin on my face, actually hoping that you will not go but how can one be so selfish? Any guy will be celebrating this occasion as they get to take a break from the relationship, play catch up with single life. I thought i was gonna go through that but you got me. I'm really into you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kept worrying bout how Indonesia will treat you (no offense to my indo friends). Deep down i worry but you are not a little girl no more, you should be able to travel as far as possible even to chase rainbows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you. To the extend of buying a "pack" today. I did not even silent my phone in office as i did not want to miss your call or msg. I played our fav songs on my pc (iPod not with me mar). The Reason. Baby can I hold you. I even ate your fav Mee Goreng which i normally dont order at all. Today, a Friday night, has never been so quiet but yet i knew it was special. I never knew how strong our love was until today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is us. I miss you. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112628029974027340?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112628029974027340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112628029974027340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112628029974027340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112628029974027340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/09/page-that-misses-you.html' title='The page that misses you.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112602206709659479</id><published>2005-09-06T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:54:27.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that found the culprit of the 2nd traffic jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/snake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The snake that got in the way. (Btw, this is the only picture i have so far..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the reason thousands stopped by at the Indian temple to have a glimpse at the white King Cobra. Obviously, they didnt manage to catch a glimpse of the 20 km backlog caused by the inconsiderate motorists. Totally not the snake's fault. *Nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112602206709659479?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112602206709659479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112602206709659479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112602206709659479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112602206709659479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/09/page-that-found-culprit-of-2nd-traffic.html' title='The page that found the culprit of the 2nd traffic jam'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112593908669007960</id><published>2005-09-06T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:54:32.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that drove 40km through 3 traffic jams and took 2 hours to complete its journey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear (i am not suppose to but what the heck..) i wanted to get down from the car and start walking from cyberjaya onwards. Driving in Malaysia surprises you at every corner really. The first traffic jam i had to go through was because some lady caused a 6 car pile up! My mood was still fine then, just that i've forgotten to take down the number to buy 4-D. Dammit! All the wait and i totally forgot bout it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelled a few more km and then came this massive backlog jam...so obviously i must be wondering the next accident is gonna be bigger than the previous one! Must get down number! But no, it lasted for about 20 km until it came to this busy corner where it meets with another highway. Seems like there were cars parked on the highway itself outside a temple and it is making the road narrower. Like...wtf mate? If i was seating in the passenger seat, i would have used a 50 CENT coin and scratch each and every car parked there. MEAN but well deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, it was smooth sailing...until i reached the SUNWAY toll. Now my temper is rising. If i am not mistaken, from the toll to the cable bridge, it takes about 5 km. It took me atleast 1/2 hour to 45 minutes just to get pass the bridge. I heard there was a stalled bus that caused this massive jam. I just wanted to throw my tissue paper at the bus driver if i saw him. Only god knows what has been into that tissue! Good thing he was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to those people that dont have to travel to cyberjaya, please take one moment to think how fortunate you are. I've been through almost every possible traffic jams and the most frustrating ones are the one that made you think ... "what was the jam all about? I dont see no accident!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something on Hurricane Katrina ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Battered and sickened survivors made no attempt to disguise their anger:&lt;/span&gt; "We have been abandoned by our own country&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; Aaron Broussard, president of Jefferson Parish, just south of New Orleans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"It's not just Katrina that caused all these deaths in New Orleans,"&lt;/span&gt; Broussard said. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Bureaucracy has committed murder here in the greater New Orleans area, and bureaucracy has to stand trial before Congress now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"For God sakes, shut up and send somebody,"&lt;/span&gt; a tearful and anguished Broussard said of promises not kept by Washington. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112593908669007960?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112593908669007960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112593908669007960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112593908669007960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112593908669007960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/09/page-that-drove-40km-through-3-traffic.html' title='The page that drove 40km through 3 traffic jams and took 2 hours to complete its journey..'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112584776445311635</id><published>2005-09-04T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:29:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that needs brushing up on its "england"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, really no offence to "&lt;em&gt;browsing through&lt;/em&gt;", i am not posting this up to spite you or anything like that. It is just pretty ironic how a random person could place a comment to correct my english when i just took an English test online today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See, i am not that confident in my english really. I sometimes get confused with present and past sentences, not mentioning bout what is the diff btw verb and noun. Yes, so called educated from Australia &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sial&lt;/span&gt;. Well, i wish i read more.. even my parents told me today to read more novels!... freaky. Maybe it is all a sign but oh well, i'm really just plain lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of a sudden, i wished i was not born Malaysian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112584776445311635?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112584776445311635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112584776445311635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112584776445311635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112584776445311635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/09/page-that-needs-brushing-up-on-its.html' title='The page that needs brushing up on its &quot;england&quot;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112568253940672635</id><published>2005-09-03T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T01:35:39.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that did more in a day than a single year itself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a wonderful productive day really. Never thought i could force myself to run errands on my leave day! I feel good though, time well spent and definitely a once in a year event! Feels just like spring cleaning around this time in Melbourne.. wait a minute, it is Spring time in Melbourne! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.35 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Yawnz. My immortal ringtone started playing. GOtta get up but put myself for some snooze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.25 am:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Baby luc drove meself and herself all the way to collect "MyKad". Took us around 45 minutes of waiting and wala... finally got our new identification card! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.20 am:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Streamyx man is here! Yes people, i am officially on broadband now after a long long lay off from it. Never felt so good i tell ye. To share my happiness, this is the list of songs i downloaded during the afternoon - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay Chou - Initial D Theme song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Green Day - Wake me up when September ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mariah Carey - We Belong Together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Backstreet Boys - Incomplete&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Backstreet Boys - Just want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black Eyed Peas - Dont lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black Eyed Peas - Dont phunk with my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coldplay - Speed of sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Simpson - These boots are made for walkin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mig Ayesa - Baby i love your way (from Rockstar INXS)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faders - No sleep tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marion Raven - End of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three Doors down - let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Howie Day - collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Behind these Hazel eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OKAY...i just went wild. Dammit, i was deprived from all the downloadings so you really cant blame me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Swweeet sweet broadband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.00 pm:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Baby Luc decided to watch buffy but Kheong had other plans... Spring Cleaning! Yup, now the room is atleast 75% dust free. My computer table was just covered by dust and i cant imagine how i went through with it. No wonder Baby Luc keeps sneezing. Broccie will make a note - wipe room every week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.50 pm:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Friday nite at the movies. This week's show - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED EYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Not bad. Looks like Jessica Alba just found her match....Rachel McAdams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.45 am:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Time for broccie to tuck himself to bed. Yawnz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112568253940672635?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112568253940672635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112568253940672635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112568253940672635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112568253940672635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/09/page-that-did-more-in-day-than-single.html' title='The page that did more in a day than a single year itself...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112547081366195550</id><published>2005-08-31T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:46:53.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that prefers working on Merdeka day than any other days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've not been celebrating Independence Day in Malaysia since 5 years ago (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;all the while in Melbourne mar&lt;/span&gt;...), so to be working today and moreover, supporting the Australian client, it is just pretty ironic. Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one of the most fantastic trip to my office today. I'm like the fastest (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;besides having to give way to a Mitsubishi Evo Lancer&lt;/span&gt;) car all the way here! And i was only doing 110 km/h. I guess everyone is just in a merdeka mood. Hehe. Got into office and wala... i was so proud to see only my department (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;half, to be more exact&lt;/span&gt;) working their asses off on a national public holiday. It is all fun though, we can sing...dance...shout...surfing porn without anyone looking at you one kind (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;did i mention that i dont have a boss anymore? - got fired&lt;/span&gt;). Obviously, none of us really did it but heck, gimme some sugar and i might just strip off! Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A New Drinking/Exposing secrets game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at Bert's house, we played a new game. This game was called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I never.."&lt;/span&gt; It is best played with a minimum of 4-5 people (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;must be sporting, honest and able to brainstorm in a flash&lt;/span&gt;). The main purpose of this game really is not to drink but to have a close friend of yours revealing his/her darkest-groce out-secret you could ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone sits in a circle (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;or however you like it&lt;/span&gt;) with a drink in hand (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the more liquor the better, as it will make a person to be more 'expressive'&lt;/span&gt;). A person will then start off with a statement, for example, "I never piss in a swimming pool before" and if that statement is not true to anyone playing the game(&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;including the one who stated out that sentence&lt;/span&gt;), he/she has to take a sip of the drink and that my friend, you are able to know the darkest mystery of your fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go on...call your close friends, your lover, your crush...whoever! and play this game. It is best that whatever secrets you know, should be kept among the group only.. This is just to avoid any internal conflicts. I am not liable for any breakups or fights. Ditto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Owen has joined Newcastle United for a record fee estimated to be of 17 Million pounds.&lt;br /&gt;- Price fuel to hike again after Hurricane Katrina rampaged through the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/mmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuteness..sent by Wan Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112547081366195550?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112547081366195550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112547081366195550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112547081366195550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112547081366195550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-prefers-working-on-merdeka.html' title='The page that prefers working on Merdeka day than any other days!'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112516386764058538</id><published>2005-08-28T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T01:31:09.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that got T.A.G -ed by -=Lea=-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darn you Leanne! What did i do to you to deserve this?! Oh well, i'll just take whatever you have in your blog then... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FYI - Tag: some stupid chain mail passed on from one blog to another. The blogger will then have to state all the massive answers to questions like who is your hero, your fav past time, etc.. A load of bullshit i should say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 hero in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Probably my dad. He does not say much but everything about him that tells me this is the man anyone will look up to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 thing I'm grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;My boo. baby luc *awwwww* and my other boo, Altis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 dog i've loved before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Momo. I still love him but he has been increasingly irritating lately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 thing I hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;backstabbers and pretentious wannabees {someone that goes by the name of "babe the pig"}.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 hope:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;carefree life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1 weird thing about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; fickle minded. I'll change my mind a few times in a matter of seconds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Another weird thing about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Never liked flying. The idea of being a few thousand feet above sea level with nothing down there to gaurantee you your safety when your plane malfunctions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Most hated tv show:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Bold and the beautiful...or any soap opera stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Beloved TV shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Friends, 24, Anything on Football, Simpsons (go homer!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Secret Wishes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Common, who we kidding. Secrets should not be revealed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-tagging related stories of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tried 3 new places to eat today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOuP&lt;/strong&gt; {1 Utama} - This restaurant is not in any way related to Zouk club. Being my first time there, I could not resist ordering the Chic on toast displayed in the menu. The dish was exactly how it came out in the picture! and it is really quite good. Topped with cheese and some mayo in it surrounded by mushroom sauce, this definitely started off my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tropicana Curry House&lt;/strong&gt; {Riana Green, tropicana} - Located at baby Luc's place, this mamak just opened and we decided to head down for a quick dinner. My mutton Murtabak was so-so but darling had an awful meal. She ordered a chicken murtabak and every bite she took, there were small little pieces of bones innit. WTF? Her milo practically tasted like cold water in the end. Not recommended indeed. Probably just go there for a 100 plus or something next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stranger&lt;/strong&gt; {ss2, Mambo Jerry row} - Brand new. Opened by Han Synn my good ol' mate in Melbourne. He invited us over to watch the Spurs vs Chelsea (0-2 by the way) and had quite an OK time there. The menu is packed with delicious looking pictures and it ranges from steamboat to kopitiam food to Jap dishes and so on.. Pretty well diversified and not bad taste with affordable pricing. Did i mention the portion is BIG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112516386764058538?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112516386764058538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112516386764058538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112516386764058538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112516386764058538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-got-tag-ed-by-lea.html' title='The page that got T.A.G -ed by -=Lea=-'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112489922118184857</id><published>2005-08-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:00:21.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that does not encourage animal cruelty...only when needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a long lay off from work, broccie just wanted to go back to the office looking fresh but broccie's dogs had other plans. 5 hours in to broccie's sleep, the doors were trembling. Broccie could hear them breathing endlessly outside the door. The scratching obviously didnt make it any easier to just forget about the noise. Broccie was also thinking which hot spots they have already pee' at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So broccie decided to bring them downstairs, lecturing the dogs on why i need a good sleep. Obviously they were not that smart, or maybe i was just too dumb talking to myself. It was probably already 5.15, so i knew there was little time left to steal some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopped in to bed. 5 mins later it happened again. This time, broccie is furious so I threatened them. With a pillow. Yup, a pillow. Started whacking.. no, not the dogs... the furniture and even threw one at the door out of frustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*No dogs were hurt during this interval*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel bad now. They were really scared after that. Momo was shaking whenever he sees me holding a pillow now but whoever said being a master was that easy? Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad bad broccie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112489922118184857?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112489922118184857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112489922118184857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112489922118184857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112489922118184857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-does-not-encourage-animal.html' title='The page that does not encourage animal cruelty...only when needed'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112481237031902063</id><published>2005-08-23T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:52:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that hates working days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nooooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to drag myself back tmr. Back to good ol' Cyber-far-far-away-fuckin-Jaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nooooo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 4 days rest were so good. What i needed. Time off from everything. Just relaxed. Should really try that out more often, i just miss my "unemployed" days. Sigh. Hate that sinking feeling and now i have another 3 more days before it is the weekend again. Is it me that everything goes by that fast or am I just getting really old? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need a new job. One that promise me much more. One that keeps me occupied. One that is not so far-far-away. One that pays me goed... Anyone this kinda job for me??? I'll buy you dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broccie Needs A New Job. Can you offer him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You'll be rewarded with a big &lt;strong&gt;TGIF Jack Daniel's Grilled Steak&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If any, please comment below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*broccie does not accept anything less than RM2.2k*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Status on Baby Luc's list (corrected version):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; Picanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;New Slippers (new entry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buffy the vampire slayer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Broccie boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sims (climbing up fast the charts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112481237031902063?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112481237031902063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112481237031902063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112481237031902063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112481237031902063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-hates-working-days.html' title='The page that hates working days'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112472860610882891</id><published>2005-08-23T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T00:36:46.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page with the Official Apology Memo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lucinda's Official Apology Memo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ms Lucinda Chan would like to request for Mr Lee Yew Kheong to accept her apology. She has truly regretted her actions and words, and would appreciate it if Mr Lee Yew Kheong would accept it. However. Ms Lucinda Chan would also be open to any apologies from Mr Lee Yew Kheong for knowingly and resolutely stepping on her new shoes. Thank you for your cooperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broccie accepts Baby Luc's apology and broccie will like to say soz to Baby Luc's new slipperz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*can't believe i am actually saying sorry to a non-living thingy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Current Status on Baby Luc's list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baby &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; Picanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;New slippers (new entry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;broccie boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sims (climbing up fast the charts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112472860610882891?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112472860610882891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112472860610882891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112472860610882891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112472860610882891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-with-official-apology-memo.html' title='The page with the Official Apology Memo.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112456108549580735</id><published>2005-08-21T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T02:04:45.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that thinks kids are not bad afterall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please. If you wonder to yourself "What in the world is Kheo...oh no!". Nothing happend btw Baby Luc and I. We are perfectly fine and there is no "accident" whatsoever. This post more likely talks everything about football. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, whats up with kids? Not bad afterall?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was out for Zaaba session (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;futsal in a park called Zaaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) and well, my team only had 4 and we needed one more because Bird and Kok made a no-show. So came this 11 year old kid. I'm like 3 heads taller than him and he was really tiny. We recruited him in the end while i thought to myself "fuck, there goes another football session". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was not how i expected it to turn out, actually. I was really wrong for under estimating him. In the end, we went unbeaten for 9-10 games in a row and it was really him that made a fool out of our opponents. Imagine if a 11 year old kid stole the ball of you and scored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other football news&lt;/strong&gt;. Ruud Van Nilsterooy was on target again to score the only goal for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;United&lt;/span&gt;! But the most impressive one was the Korean, Park Ji Sung. Even though he is not the prettiest looking footballer now but he makes up for his flare, hardworking-ness and passion to play for a team like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;United&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-related football news&lt;/strong&gt;. Kimi on turkish pole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke of the day&lt;/strong&gt;. Got this one off Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thai prostitude just finish having sex with a Malaysian man. She was lying next to the man and fondling his dick. The horny Malaysian man asked, "You want somemore ar?". The thai prostitude replied.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No lar. I'm playing with it because i use to have one of those"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cracking joke really&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/7289949-112456108549580735?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112456108549580735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112456108549580735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112456108549580735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112456108549580735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-thinks-kids-are-not-bad.html' title='The page that thinks kids are not bad afterall...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112429680613522536</id><published>2005-08-18T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:40:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that warns everyone about Gates of Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, it is officially time for us, chinese people, to be cautious wherever we go whenever it is. We believe that this time around, bad things happen which sometimes are unexplainable. Obviously it does not mean it doesn't apply to everyone else. If you believe in this kinda things (ghosts, bad spirits, etc) then you'll probably think twice before driving fast, changing lanes in a tight corner or even eating a fish with a massive lot of bones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish everyone well and do becareful out there. Stay focus and do not bother bout strange things you see or hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broccie check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Star Newspaper photo shoot tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- getting fat with pigeons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- and cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112429680613522536?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112429680613522536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112429680613522536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112429680613522536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112429680613522536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-warns-everyone-about-gates.html' title='The page that warns everyone about Gates of Hell'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112420638110353945</id><published>2005-08-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:33:01.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page dedicated to spidey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/spiderman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/spiderman.gif" 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/7289949-112420638110353945?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112420638110353945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112420638110353945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112420638110353945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112420638110353945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-dedicated-to-spidey.html' title='The page dedicated to spidey...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112420585315604277</id><published>2005-08-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:24:13.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mess with the Bird and the Broc </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/Kimgary%2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/Kimgary%2031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; No seriously, we are mean.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112420585315604277?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112420585315604277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112420585315604277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112420585315604277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112420585315604277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-mess-with-bird-and-broc.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Don&apos;t mess with the Bird and the Broc &lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112412278273161292</id><published>2005-08-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:19:42.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page with the Official Breakup Receipt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SMS from Baby Luc 13/08/2005, 21:40:03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Official BreakUp Receipt: Lee Yew Kheong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it is wif our deepest sympathy to inform u dat ur girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lucinda Chan, has dumped u wif effect fm today (13 Aug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would have flashed this message to other single girls but was too busy with the Man Utd game that night. FYI - The breakup however only lasted 1/2 hour. Yes, football is that important to me! Baby, i still love you. It was funny how you still called me darling/baby after you sent the msg.. *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broccie brings you another Joke of the day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while theywere walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into thedeep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jimout.&lt;br /&gt;When the Director of Nursing became aware of Edna's heroic act, sheconsidered her to be mentally stable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she went to tell Edna the news she said, "Edna, I have good news andbad news.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is you're being discharged; since you were able torationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of anotherpatient, I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bad news is that Jim, the patient you saved, hung himself in hisbathroom with the belt from his robe right after you saved him. I am sorry,but he's dead."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edna replied, "He didn't hang himself. I put him there to dry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How soon can I go home?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Norway rats. Ever wonder how big they are? They are like the size of my Sze Tsu, probably bigger but my dear god, they look like Carnivours from those RAT movies (remember GNAW??)...Eewwww! In China though, i heard RATS are made into burgers...which is actually quite delicious. Some of you guys better be aware of "Ma Ling's" can food too. Mom once told me the mince meat is made out of RAT meat. All made in CHINA! No shit sherlocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/rat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyone up for "Ma Ling" luncheon meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112412278273161292?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112412278273161292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112412278273161292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112412278273161292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112412278273161292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-with-official-breakup-receipt.html' title='The page with the Official Breakup Receipt'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112409306317165752</id><published>2005-08-15T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:08:54.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page filled with love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not a bad prediction, why dont you try yours here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.doctorathome.com/love/love.php?e=gras4r-evfvy5whbj-y"&gt;http://www.doctorathome.com/love/love.php?e=gras4r-evfvy5whbj-y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112409306317165752?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112409306317165752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112409306317165752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112409306317165752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112409306317165752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-filled-with-love.html' title='The page filled with love.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112399136257823127</id><published>2005-08-14T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:49:22.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page dedicated to all "womankind"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introducing the Woman Driver of The Year Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/sixthplace_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/sixthplace_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6th place - "I thought my Pajero can knock down anything! I want my refund!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/fifthplace_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/fifthplace_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5th place - "Ma'am, i am afraid you just set the petrol station down the road on fire"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/fourthplace_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/fourthplace_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th place - The consequences when every woman thinks she is all that with a 4WD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/bronzemedallist_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/bronzemedallist_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3rd place - "I was just trying to be nice building a bridge for ppl to cross over.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/silvermedallist_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/silvermedallist_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2nd place- "This is Highway patrol. I've got a slight problem here..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/worldchampion_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/worldchampion_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Champion - Women should  just stick to 4WD really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112399136257823127?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112399136257823127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112399136257823127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112399136257823127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112399136257823127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-dedicated-to-all-womankind.html' title='The page dedicated to all &quot;womankind&quot;...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112387213743444521</id><published>2005-08-13T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T02:42:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page with Meat balls pasta, pepperoni pizza, mushrooms and calamari rings! sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is official. Blue skies and sunlight were spotted briefly around noon. I missed it so much i almost broke down in tears. *sobz*. Condition is definitely improving but lets hope it will last till...forever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not such a bad Friday today. Took me 1/2 hour to get to office, amazingly not many cars on the road this morning. My guess is..they used the reason of being in "State of Emergency" to skip work &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i had this in mind).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No shit sherlocks&lt;/span&gt;! Came to work with polo T and jeans as it was declared Casual Day, my day just got better from there really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(((ring))) (((ring-g-g-g-g))) *** pick up ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; "Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Hi honey, this is Daddy...is your Mummy near the phone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"No Daddy, she's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Frank,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After a brief pause Daddy says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"But you haven't got an Uncle Frank, honey!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Oh Yes I do, and he's upstairs in the bedroom with Mummy, right now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Uh Okay then......here's what I want you do. Put down the phone, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door and shout to Mommy and Uncle Frank that Daddy's car just pulled up outside the house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Okay Daddy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A few minutes later the little girl comes back to the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well I did what you said, Daddy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"And what happened?" he asks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Well, Mommy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no clothes on and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ran around screaming, then she tripped over the rug and went flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;out the front window and now she's all dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Oh my God!!!!! And what about your Uncle Frank?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"He jumped out of bed with no clothes on too and he was all scared and he jumped out the back window into the swimming pool..... but he must have forgot that last week you took out all the water to clean  it, so he hit the bottom of the swimming pool and now he's all real dead too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*** long pause *** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then Daddy says, "Swimming pool???? Is this 555-7039?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"No! This is 555-7093" the little girl said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Oooooppppssss....sorry wrong number!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will like to thank Bird for the generous dinner he spent us at Italianis. Great food and company all around is what you need on an occasion like this. Cheers to you mate. *pictures below*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/italian3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eat, drink and just get fat like an italian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/kheong%20and%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, i was not having a constipation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/luc%20and%20bird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby Luc and Dodo bird.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/raj%20and%20leslie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raj and Leslie. Best buds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/kok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A moment with Chuang. Soul Bro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/mahjong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A mysterious game being played at Bird's house. *jeff is pouring us shots!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112387213743444521?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112387213743444521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112387213743444521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112387213743444521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112387213743444521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-with-meat-balls-pasta-pepperoni.html' title='The page with Meat balls pasta, pepperoni pizza, mushrooms and calamari rings! sweet!'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112376214454638877</id><published>2005-08-11T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:09:04.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that wishes for Sunlight and Blue skies. Unlikely till October it seems. *Sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those of you away from the Klang Valley, Malaysia, do not think it is a small matter. We are suffocating here and choking with smoke. The API readings has reached &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;500&lt;/span&gt; over in Klang and Kuala Selangor, bloody hell, i think it is already &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;500&lt;/span&gt; at where i am living. If i had the chance, i'll join the protest at the Indonesian Embassy tmr! Alright, i am not dissin you Indos off...i have indon friends too ok? Just that your govt does not give 2 fucks bout it really. They said they are sorry and they'll &lt;strong&gt;"try"&lt;/strong&gt; to solve the situation. Bloody hotspots in Sumatra now is over &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;500&lt;/span&gt; compared to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. So it is either they are not bloody doing anything bout it or just decided to choke us to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm already contemplating on working tmr. See what this have done to me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*or you are just plain lazy kheong!*&lt;/span&gt; It was just hazy stories in the office. My colleagues were constantly updating my inbox with the API readings and it was just mental from where we were working cuz even in the office, everything looked so blurry and the fumes were just too much to handle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please take note that although we are Malaysians, we are really not blowing this issue out of porpotion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best hazy Headline of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- "&lt;strong&gt;Fog you indons&lt;/strong&gt;" - mycen.com.my/duasen/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Runner-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- "&lt;strong&gt;Breathless in KL&lt;/strong&gt;" - malaymail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joke of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST MALAYSIAN TO SPACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pak Lah was about to send the first Malaysian rocket into space. 3 potential astronauts were called for an interview - one Indian, oneMalay and one Chinese. Pak Lah interviews the Indian first: "So, Muthu, this is a dangerousmission... how much do you think you should be paid for it?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muthu thinks to himself and says, "1 million ringgit."  "Why so much?"asks Pak Lah. "Nowadays toddy wery expensive, Datuk..."replies Muthu. "I see," said Pak Lah. "Thank you... please ask the Malayguy to come here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the Malay walks up, and is asked the same question."Uh... 2 millionboleh lah," replies the Malay applicant.  "2 million?That's a lot of money! Even the aneh before you only asked  for onemillion!"  "You see, Datuk," explained Mat. "I have 4 wives and 15children...so, 20 of us in the family, we need a lot of money to supportourselves..." "I see," said Pak Lah. "Okay, can you ask the Chinese guyto come up here now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chinese guy comes in and Pak Lah asks, "Ah Chong, this is adangerous mission... how much do you think you should be paid?"Ah Chong thinks for a while, and suddenly says, "3 million."  Pak Lahis shocked. "WHAT?!?! 3 million? Why so much?!"    Ah Chongbeckons Pak Lah to come closer, and whispers, "One million you keep, onemillion I keep, and then one more million to send the anehmuthu) into space."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chinese are just great businessman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112376214454638877?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112376214454638877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112376214454638877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112376214454638877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112376214454638877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-wishes-for-sunlight-and-blue.html' title='The page that wishes for Sunlight and Blue skies. Unlikely till October it seems. *Sigh*'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112375157575747284</id><published>2005-08-11T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T17:12:55.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'> STATE OF EMERGENCY </title><content type='html'>You cant believe this, my colleague got this off a New Zealand website before it even came out in Star or NST. Like a big What The Fuck to the press?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malaysia has declared a state of emergency as the air pollution index soared to extremely hazardous levels on the west coast. The area is the worst-hit by smoke from fires from Indonesia, an official said. "We are now in a state of emergency," a National Security Council official said after the environment department announced that the index had reached 529 in the shipping centre of Port Klang and 531 in the coastal town of Kuala Selangor. The government said yesterday levels above 500 would trigger a state of emergency. The National Security Council official said that although only the two west coast locations had exceeded 500, the measures would extend to the whole of the Klang valley in which the capital Kuala Lumpur sits. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They will include closing schools, advising citizens to stay indoors or wear masks outside, and even beginning rain-seeding in an effort to wash away the dust and smoke hanging in the air. In Kuala Lumpur the index reached 321, shrouding the city in a yellowish mist and making the tops of buildings disappear. In the administrative capital of Putrajaya which lies further towards the coast the index recorded 364. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The opposition Democratic Action Party (DAP) said Malaysians were "furious and worried" about the pollution and that it would mount a protest at the Indonesian embassy on tomorrow as well as a public rally on Sunday. "As the source of haze is in Sumatra, Malaysians are powerless to do anything to fight this threat to their and our children's health and safety unless Indonesia is serious about taking action," said DAP leader Lim Kit Siang. Lim said that recent apologies from Indonesian leaders were meaningless unless they were followed up by concrete action to douse the fires on the Indonesian island of Sumatra and prevent them from recurring. "Malaysians want an explanation why the Indonesian government cannot stop the haze from becoming a tragic annual event," he said. But Foreign Minister Syed Hamid Albar indicated Malaysia would take a softly-softly approach, in order not to damage the fragile relationship with its neighbour. Hundreds of schools in Kuala Lumpur and surrounding districts were ordered to close until Monday because of the worsening haze, which is causing a spike in asthma attacks and respiratory conditions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;source : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvnz.co.nz/view/page/411366/603735"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://tvnz.co.nz/view/page/411366/603735&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112375157575747284?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112375157575747284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112375157575747284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112375157575747284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112375157575747284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/state-of-emergency.html' title='&lt;center&gt; STATE OF EMERGENCY &lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112369019398018084</id><published>2005-08-10T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:09:54.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that wishes Bird a Happy Bird-day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today must be the most depressing day, ever. We can hardly get any fresh air now...the only place i can breathe properly is in my room and bathroom. Anywhere else is hazardous! I'm choking on dust, eyes are irritated by the blurry and partical-filled with air. It was MADNESS. It is driving us nut! S'poreans must be pretty happy bout it now... dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was taken off from the Star Online:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Air pollutant index&lt;/span&gt; at 5pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port Klang                        424&lt;br /&gt;Shah Alam                        349&lt;br /&gt;Putrajaya                          337&lt;br /&gt;Petaling Jaya                   304&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur                 276&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*mind you, if it touches 500...we will be declaring state of emergency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, just something to cheer you guys up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear John.The ultimate response to a "Dear John" letter was when an Army ranger was deployed to Afghanistan. While he was there he recieved a letter from his girlfriend. In the letter she explained that she had slept with two guys while he had been gone, she wanted to break up and she wants pictures of herself back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Ranger did what any squared away Ranger would do. He went around to his buddies and collected all the unwanted photos of women he could find. He&gt;then mailed about 25 pictures to his girlfriend with the following note: "I'm sorry, I cant remember which one you are, but please take the one that belongs to you and send the rest back." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in the news today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- United 3 Debrecen 0. Wayne's game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;Chelsea expect to finalise the £27million signing of Lyon midfielder Michael Essien in the next 48 hours after the player forced president Jean-Michael Aulas back to the negotiating table&lt;/em&gt;." - football365.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- A man drank weed killer and now is fighting for his life after an argument broke out between his two wives. He just couldn't take it anymore, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;none of them were giving him enough sex (i made this part up!)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aight. sleepz. will dream of oxygen in my sleep. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, Happy 23rd Birthday Bird, if you are reading this lar&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112369019398018084?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112369019398018084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112369019398018084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112369019398018084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112369019398018084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-wishes-bird-happy-bird-day.html' title='The page that wishes Bird a Happy Bird-day!!'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112364558986931516</id><published>2005-08-10T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:46:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheryl, chicken don't have ears!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/chic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/chic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;look mama...no ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112364558986931516?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112364558986931516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112364558986931516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112364558986931516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112364558986931516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/cheryl-chicken-dont-have-ears.html' title='Cheryl, chicken don&apos;t have ears!'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112357917317714753</id><published>2005-08-09T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:23:24.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that wet its pants during an interview with the press</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, i didn't wet my pants but this is just to show how nervous one can be being interviewed. I've done it when searching for a job but definitely not for Star paper. Basically, the whole interview was just discussing about the internship program i am currently going through with my company. It was funny though, the last six months my colleagues and I were really bitching about the co. but we were then warned not to say anything nasty that could "jeopardize" ones reputation. So basically, it was all lies that we told. Dammit. Thought i could have blackmailed them with a salary raise or say "bye-bye" company's image!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with that, funniest thing happened today. I was so not used to wearing a tie in the office but today was exceptional. So after the interview, i was on my way back to my workstation and in front the door, i lift up my tie (thinking it was my access card) to try to open the door. sigh. silly me really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in the news today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- United deny Short-fuck Owen interest.&lt;br /&gt;- Daily Essien. Latest development of the day...morning (deal back on)...lunch (no deal!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   We'll see what happens tmr!&lt;br /&gt;- Mika Hakkinen not returning to F1. He could have been a legend again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observation of the day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Woke up in the morning and there were tiny bits of particals on my car! The haze is just crazy. Getting worst as we speak here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ever wonder how dodgy 80's MTV is? Just saw a clip from "Bed of Roses" - Bon Jovi. How did they end up at the peak of a mountain playing a guitar and...drums pls....a piano. Did they have some Computer Graphics or something back then??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- One Utama walking...btw, there were haze in the complex...and then i saw this macha, wearing a look a like Superman logo. The thing is...it was spell as SPERMAN. So i thought, WTF? Big deal they miss out a letter "U". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- But if you read closely...it was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SPERM MAN&lt;/span&gt;! Genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112357917317714753?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112357917317714753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112357917317714753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112357917317714753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112357917317714753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-wet-its-pants-during.html' title='The page that wet its pants during an interview with the press'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112350266606330854</id><published>2005-08-08T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:04:26.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that is clouded by Sumatran Haze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you wake up on a Sunday morning, with the birds chirping and it is your anniversary day, all you are looking forward to is a nice sunny-cum-cloudy day to spend time with your love one. But no! Our neighbours started burning their forest again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up on a Monday morning, knowing you have a jam to go through and with the usual Monday blues, all you are looking forward to is a nice clear blue sky drive to work. But no! Our neighbours do not have enough firefighters to put it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;notice i said "neighbours", didn't want to start some political war..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/owen_eng10x115.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="83" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/owen_eng10x115.jpg" width="72" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; is in the news??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Chelsea defeated Arsenal 2-1 yest to lift the Charity Shield. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;- United reported to be interested in...Short-fuck Owen (picture). Jeesh.&lt;br /&gt;- Ole coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rumour Of The Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by football365.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'Germany is getting ready for the World Cup by building brothels near stadiums. Dortmund will offer drive-in wooden sex garage. Berlin will have a 60-room complex called Artemis, with whirlpool, sauna, and cinema' – Popbitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Runner-Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A' Liverpool soccer fan bought a model of his beloved Anfield stadium — and DIED after falling on it. Mark Taylor, 40, was fatally injured when flatmate Steven Millard shoved him on to the plaster-cast replica during a scuffle' – The Sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112350266606330854?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112350266606330854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112350266606330854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112350266606330854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112350266606330854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-is-clouded-by-sumatran-haze.html' title='The page that is clouded by Sumatran Haze.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112334927702876891</id><published>2005-08-07T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T01:42:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that celebrates 1 year and 7 months of love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/baby%20and%20i%20in%20bukittinggi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/baby%20and%20i%20in%20bukittinggi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realised how fragile life would be without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realised love is not all that we have to hold on to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realised the future is just a step away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I realised that the picture is almost complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost... not without saying how much this love means to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112334927702876891?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112334927702876891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112334927702876891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112334927702876891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112334927702876891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-celebrates-1-year-and-7.html' title='The page that celebrates 1 year and 7 months of love...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112332848269849610</id><published>2005-08-06T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:41:22.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...disaster strikes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SMS from Kok Wai 19:34:49 - Stall not open. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those 3 little words..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112332848269849610?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112332848269849610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112332848269849610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112332848269849610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112332848269849610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/disaster-strikes.html' title='...disaster strikes.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112332803370603769</id><published>2005-08-06T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:44:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that has Bak Kut Teh all over his mind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What the fuck is Bak Kut Teh? You must be a complete moron not to know about it, let alone if you have not tasted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bak k-ut' teh:&lt;/em&gt; Originated from Klang, Malaysia. It is a dish served in an ancient claypot that comprises of a delicate sweet taste of herbal soup with common ingredients such as pork strips, pork intestins (optional), mushroom, cabbage and tofu. Please seek Gary or Mori's advise for further information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is almost 7.30 pm and i just took a crap (pls excuse me..c'mon, dont tell me you dont shit?). It is all good to go to Old Klang Road for my first taste of what was said to be a Legendary-Bak-Kut-Teh but there is a catch. I heard that the chef does not have a standard "rest" day. So, there may be a possibility of the restaurant being close. THat will just be plain bad luck. The last thing you want to mess with is a hungry-craving-bak-kut-teh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to watch 7 Swords with ma' boo (girlfriend la..) last night. And my dear god, you cannot imagine how dragy it was for the both of us. I had an awfully numb ass towards the end of the movie but no, it just would not end with *spoiler here* the "heroes" already predictably-victorious over evil. Leon Lai though was cool, just like how he acted in "Infernal Affairs III".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/7swords.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tsui Hark's latest film. One to be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broccie check:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- altis now smells like Glade &lt;em&gt;Fresh Cool Air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- ..just to make baby luc stop saying "Your car so smeewy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- went for window shopping with Baby Luc....Men's Clothes Shop: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; times....Women's Clothes Shop: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- bak kut teh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Little Sis! 18. Get yourself wasted! I wont tell mom. or dad. and probably big sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112332803370603769?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112332803370603769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112332803370603769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112332803370603769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112332803370603769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-has-bak-kut-teh-all-over-his.html' title='The page that has Bak Kut Teh all over his mind!'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112317336501821453</id><published>2005-08-05T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:36:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that will be stuck in dial-up connection for a very very fucking long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, it is official. Parents decided not to have streamyx until i move back to TTDI next year. All thanks to the "efficiency" of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody-lazy-fuckin&lt;/span&gt; Malaysians that will take ages to bloody install your broadband connection. No really, dial-up is just fine. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont think it is a really good day, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kept a record of my mileage for the day. A total of 150 km traveled. Man...and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody-money-sucking-fuckin&lt;/span&gt; Malaysians just hiked up the price to 162 cents/liter last week. Just hate it. so hate it. so angry! argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then came dinner. Traveled a total of 25km to reach the destination no thanks to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody-Pj-fuckin&lt;/span&gt; jam. Had korean/thai style bbq at a relative's restaurant. Then, we decided it was not enough and my uncle just kept going on about a legendary "fook kin" mee at Pudu. I could see my parents face...saliva just slithering out of their mouths and when they looked at me, i knew i didnt have a choice but to go. Besides, my uncle explained it to detail that you will feel like a complete idiot to pass it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But no, after all the promises and another 5km...the restaurant was mysteriously closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broccie check:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- traveled 150 km.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- ate Korean/Thai bbq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- did not jog today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- need sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- getting ready for friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112317336501821453?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112317336501821453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112317336501821453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112317336501821453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112317336501821453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-will-be-stuck-in-dial-up.html' title='The page that will be stuck in dial-up connection for a very very fucking long time...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112308518479078750</id><published>2005-08-03T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T00:06:24.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that cannot resist putting this picture up again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/yuhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/yuhan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry Yuhan, this is by popular demand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112308518479078750?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112308518479078750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112308518479078750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112308518479078750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112308518479078750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-cannot-resist-putting-this.html' title='The page that cannot resist putting this picture up again...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-112308419705792690</id><published>2005-08-03T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:49:57.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The page that decided to come back blogging again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/1600/broccoli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4034/441/320/broccoli.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright. So i decided to come back, again...dont ask why but just thought of it and i just hope for myself not to disappear again! I was just reading on my old post and some memories brought me back here to blog again (and now you are thinking this is my final post until another 4 months later - i dun blame you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broccie check:&lt;br /&gt;- am still working at Cyberjaya&lt;br /&gt;- as a procurement (go search up the dictionary!) officer&lt;br /&gt;- is still very much in love with Baby Luc *muaks*&lt;br /&gt;- is getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;- still puffing but less.&lt;br /&gt;- has long hair again.&lt;br /&gt;- but more white hair.&lt;br /&gt;- and still has hairy legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to put up the flooble chatterbox again. SO until then, you guys cant post anything up to tease me bout my hairy legs! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-112308419705792690?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/112308419705792690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=112308419705792690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112308419705792690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/112308419705792690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/08/page-that-decided-to-come-back.html' title='The page that decided to come back blogging again...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-111019937724045431</id><published>2005-03-07T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:42:57.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'> back... </title><content type='html'>Here i am. It's been a while. I am not even sure that this first post after months will last for a week but i will try anyways. Just make sure u guys keep the Chatterbox alive. I had to renew my account cuz it was inactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do i begin?&lt;br /&gt;It's fuckin March and i can't seem to remember how i got here. Last thing i remembered, i was leaving Melbourne. Sigh...getting old. Anyway, I'm already on a job at this company called EDS as a management trainee. It is in farking 'Cyber-farfaraway-Jaya' and while the pay is shit...it is the future that i am looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come i suddenly just dont feel like bloggin again?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fag*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-111019937724045431?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/111019937724045431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=111019937724045431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/111019937724045431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/111019937724045431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/03/back.html' title='&lt;center&gt; back... &lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-110976580839203607</id><published>2005-03-02T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T20:17:03.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'> 2005 </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...is broccie coming back??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;coming soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-110976580839203607?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/110976580839203607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=110976580839203607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/110976580839203607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/110976580839203607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2005/03/2005.html' title='&lt;center&gt; 2005 &lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109729669064409790</id><published>2004-10-09T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T12:38:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployed = Job Searcher  = Bummer</title><content type='html'>While i await for my 2nd interview in 2 hours time, my mind still can't decide what i really want to be. I should have asked myself that question when i was still at kindergarten. All i wanted to be that time was a fireman or an astronaut. Now that i am all grown up...all you can think about is how much your pay is going to be and if you are goin to have as much fun as you had in Uni. Grown up? Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, parents are really pressuring me this time. I know they are worried cuz i am the most chilled out person in the house, only myself knowing when and where i want to work. I told lots of ppl i want to bum around till next year...definitely not a good idea to tell that to the folks. Can't blame them..i am still so lazy and inefficient. So unprepared for the real world. So stubborn. Still in the La-La land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;broccie's daily routine:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;House chores....fetch mom/younger sis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buy lunch for mom/younger sis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;lunch with darling...and kok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck around till dinner time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck around till bed time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109729669064409790?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109729669064409790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109729669064409790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109729669064409790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109729669064409790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/10/unemployed-job-searcher-bummer.html' title='Unemployed = Job Searcher  = Bummer'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109706656516621169</id><published>2004-10-06T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:42:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'> My Angel. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/frasers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Anniversary sweetie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109706656516621169?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109706656516621169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109706656516621169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109706656516621169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109706656516621169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-angel.html' title='&lt;center&gt; My Angel. &lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109621841573239516</id><published>2004-09-27T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T01:06:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember... my last day in Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/123_125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This 2 doors meant alot to me. It was my (2nd) home to express my emotions and most importantly to have the time of my life with the guyz. *Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/drummondboys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boys by my side. There is no better feeling when these guyz are around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is just like singing "Hakuna Matata", it means no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/drummondgals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am and Daphne.  Miss you galz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/yuhan2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is as helpful and friendly  as he looks in the pic. He is as gay as he looks in the pic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is Yuhan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/edd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gay-est Pix i've ever taken. Edd's been really helpful, generous and all that a girl can look for in a guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But is he gay too???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/fook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What will i do without the chinaman's jokes..Life just felt so empty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/gaygang2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boyz at 125 Drummond. Yuhan posing gay-ish again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/friday1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The remaining friday gang. Depleted but still went strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you gals...will miss ye deeply!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/weiter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hardcore Liverpudlian but a very soft and kind hearted man. Nuff' said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109621841573239516?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109621841573239516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109621841573239516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109621841573239516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109621841573239516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-remember-my-last-day-in-melbourne.html' title='I remember... my last day in Melbourne'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109604461642983313</id><published>2004-09-25T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T00:50:16.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels over you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breakfast at McDonald's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way throughuntil the end! (After the story, there are some very interestingfacts!):I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed mycollege degree.The last class I had to take was Sociology.The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wishevery human being had been graced with.Her last project of the term was called "Smile."The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and documenttheir reactions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say helloanyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and Iwent out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of asuddeneveryone around us began to back away, and then even my husbanddid.I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled upinside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and therestanding behind me were two poor homeless men.As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling".His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched foracceptance.He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. Irealized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyedgentleman was his salvation.I held my tears as I stood there with them.The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford.(If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buysomething. He just wanted to be warm).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached outand embraced the little man with the blue eyes.That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me,judging my every action.I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two morebreakfast meals on a separate tray.I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen asa resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on theblue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this foryou. God is here working through me to give you hope."I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I satdown my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me,Honey, to give me hope."We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only becauseof the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are not church goers, but we are believers.That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story inhand.I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings andbeing part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son,instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night Ispent as a college student.I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may readthis and learn how to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you think this story has touched you in any way, please send this toeveryone you know.There is an Angel sent to watch over you.In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you wantwatched over.An Angel wrote:Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friendswill leave footprints in your heart.To handle yourself, use your head.To handle others, use your heart.God gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109604461642983313?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109604461642983313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109604461642983313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109604461642983313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109604461642983313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/09/angels-over-you.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Angels over you&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109593373680318454</id><published>2004-09-23T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T18:02:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The Champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/powerpuff1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Team Powepuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOP: Jen, Fook, Kheong, Chris, Vuitton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOTTOM: Alvin, Kenny, Nick Low, Mun Hong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;N/A: Yuhan, Sanjee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109593373680318454?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109593373680318454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109593373680318454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109593373680318454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109593373680318454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/09/we-are-champions.html' title='&lt;center&gt;We Are The Champions&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109569917115539340</id><published>2004-09-21T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T00:52:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Powerpuff</title><content type='html'>I was delighted to know bout Team Powerpuff's victory today which meant that we are through to the finals. I wish i could be there but i knew my replacement (Sanjee) is doing extremely well there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario&lt;br /&gt;Phone *rings* while i am driving....from *unknown*&lt;br /&gt;Broccie: elllo...&lt;br /&gt;Yuhan: Fuck you...&lt;br /&gt;Broccie: *not knowing who issit* ah ok...&lt;br /&gt;Yuhan: Fuck you...&lt;br /&gt;Broccie: *What the fuck&gt;?*&lt;br /&gt;Yuhan: Fuck you...&lt;br /&gt;Broccie: Hmmmph&lt;br /&gt;Yuhan: Powerpuff won 1-0...this is Yuhan by the way.&lt;br /&gt;Broccie: WEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, just came back from Futsal...i thought i needed to kick around after learning the guyz in melb had a football session too. I had a great game but i dun think Nick Soo was too happy bout the final score...hehe. My Super Comp is here..alongside with the super speakers, i am rocking the house all day long. Probably goin to get a warning letter or something soon. ANywaY, i am just writing some BS here to pass time...Man Utd vs Liverpool later. Cmon DeVils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109569917115539340?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109569917115539340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109569917115539340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109569917115539340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109569917115539340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/09/team-powerpuff.html' title='Team Powerpuff'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109526646381490333</id><published>2004-09-16T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T00:41:03.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broccie iz finding jobz.</title><content type='html'>Aight, first of all, no one said this will be easy...but no one told me that it would be this hard too. Now i wish i could turn back time to make the most out of Melbourne. It is part of growing up, something that i have to come to terms with. That day will come when you are completely tied down with work and it is near for me. I've applied to Shell, something my parents have been bugging me about to do it immediately but i have no confidence or whatsoever to be qualified for this big company. I guess it is worth a try, i will be lucky to even make it for the interview...maybe luckier if i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate talking bout all these... dun wanna grow up! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been disappearing lately...even Yuhan keeps telling me that he is so surprise to see me online nowadays. A rare occasion it seemz... There are so many things to state here for over the past week but i just dun have the urge to do it. Hopefully when i get my new comp tmr, i will be back online every single day. Muahahaha. So tired, i'm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109526646381490333?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109526646381490333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109526646381490333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109526646381490333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109526646381490333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/09/broccie-iz-finding-jobz.html' title='Broccie iz finding jobz.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109484085292345950</id><published>2004-09-11T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T02:27:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broccie remembers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;September 11th, 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109484085292345950?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109484085292345950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109484085292345950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109484085292345950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109484085292345950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/09/broccie-remembers.html' title='Broccie remembers...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109484054627882530</id><published>2004-09-11T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T02:22:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broccie getting use to Malaysia.</title><content type='html'>Aight, where do i begin?!?! A long time since i last posted up something but i really didnt get much 'online' time when i am back here. Been busy with family, frenz...and of course, galfren. Since i did not get to say a proper goodbye to Melbourne, i guess it is not too late to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an emotional sending off for me but really the only thing i was scared of was missing my flight. I was like probably the last one to check in...and bloody hell, had to pay access baggage also which cost me freaking $180! With 20 minz more before departure, then it was time to say my final goodbye to my lovely friends that made their way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didnt help when they start singing "leaving on a jetplane" when i was walking to the gate. It was really hard to keep the tears from coming but thank god i managed to. All i had to do was to look down while hugging. It helped alot...i knew if i looked into their faces, i will tear. AND so, after my final bow...Nick just had to shout..."Remember...safe SEX!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow chi bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...i really want to thank everyone for coming. It was the best 4 years of my life. Nothing will actually replace what i went through during my stay in Melbourne. I love you guys!!!*gay! gay!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109484054627882530?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109484054627882530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109484054627882530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109484054627882530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109484054627882530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/09/broccie-getting-use-to-malaysia.html' title='Broccie getting use to Malaysia.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109397047129819838</id><published>2004-09-01T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T00:41:11.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/yuhan.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ballet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Glad you liked the duck yuhan, in return...i just have to post this picture up. Muahaha. We always talk bout you being the gaylord in the ring and this just proves it. Hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109397047129819838?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109397047129819838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109397047129819838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109397047129819838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109397047129819838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/09/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the day...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109380171858536331</id><published>2004-08-30T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T01:48:38.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broccie's final week in Melbourne.</title><content type='html'>So the beginning of the end begins now. Less than a week before i finally make my way back home. It is not easy for me, leaving everything i have here and everyone i know. I will break down and cry. It was never an option for me, it is all too emotional for me. Especially being a pure Cancerian (As what my darling sez...), things will just get more emotional than i can imagine. BUT atleast i know there is someone waiting for me back home, when i touched down in KLIA...that is the only thing i am looking forward to. Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days. How the fuck am i am goin to make it the best 6 days of my life? Every morning, i ask myself that same old question. What the fuck am i goin to do today? Next thing i know, it is already 3 am. in the morning and i am still fucking around. So called life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day: Leong catching me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NAKED&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leong: *opens the door* Eh kheo....&lt;br /&gt;Broccie: *AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*  Oi!!! @#$@#$$&lt;br /&gt;Leong: *closes the door* oh..soz soz. *knock knock*&lt;br /&gt;Broccie: What the fuck? *Smacks head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109380171858536331?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109380171858536331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109380171858536331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109380171858536331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109380171858536331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/broccies-final-week-in-melbourne.html' title='Broccie&apos;s final week in Melbourne.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109367813210547923</id><published>2004-08-28T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T15:28:52.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Arthas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/arthas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Concept Art. I will attempt to draw this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109367813210547923?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109367813210547923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109367813210547923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109367813210547923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109367813210547923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/prince-arthas.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Prince Arthas&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109367644613635901</id><published>2004-08-28T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T15:00:46.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about love.</title><content type='html'>No love has ever gotten me this far before. For who i am today, this love for me was made in heaven. It isn't perfect but nothing in this world is. I sometimes wonder how distance can actually stand in the way of the greatest feeling there is on earth. I know now that it is not impossible to love somebody a few thousand miles away. I fell once but i didn't know that the love I had for that someone was strong enough to carry me on, again. I never looked back then. I challenged those "bumpy" rides that came along for i know, it was the only way that made my love grew stronger. Now the time has come for me. The wait was worth while, I am coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109367644613635901?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109367644613635901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109367644613635901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109367644613635901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109367644613635901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/lets-talk-about-love.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about love.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109350021700683295</id><published>2004-08-26T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T14:12:41.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donkey is a big boy now.</title><content type='html'>Something significant happened yesterday. It was the day when the world stands infront of donkey as he make his way up to accomplish one of the milestones of his life and no one will take that day away from him. Congrats homie...this is a tribute to you for being the cutest housemate one can have. The world is waiting for us, let's show them what we are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/leong2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;broccie and donkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/leong1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am, Me, donkey and Yuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/leong3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warmates (L-R): Andrew, Jx, Me, Donkey, Eddie, Yuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109350021700683295?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109350021700683295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109350021700683295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109350021700683295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109350021700683295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/donkey-is-big-boy-now.html' title='Donkey is a big boy now.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109345007865234976</id><published>2004-08-25T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T00:07:58.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame Me.</title><content type='html'>It happens to everyone. I never thought i saw this coming but it did. It hit you when u least expect it and when one thing goes wrong...everything will start to go wrong. As i saw the ball up in the air, all i could think of was "i think i am gonna fuck this up..." Nick was calling for it. Mine, Mine, Mine...those words still ringing in my head. Only if i would have listened to him. Only if i should stop dreaming of becoming a hero and get on with the game. Within 2 seconds, they were levelled. ALL because of me. Later did i know, i am at fault again. Being out-muscled, i was left helplessly on the ground as their striker took a weak shot that sneaked through Kenny. Still, it was ALL because of me. Chris and Nick tried to motivate us...time and time again and while i see myself substituted out, i knew this was just meant to be. My downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109345007865234976?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109345007865234976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109345007865234976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109345007865234976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109345007865234976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/blame-me.html' title='Blame Me.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109320110429310537</id><published>2004-08-23T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T02:58:24.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War Mates.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from watching Arsenal trash Boro' 5-3...i was close in winning my bet but it was just not to be. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broccie - yuhan: You've so gotta' support another team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got a present from Edd today...it was an army tag with my nickname "broccie" engraved on one side and "War mates" on the other. It was really thoughtful of him, not just getting something that will have priceless sentimental value but also for him to plan of what to get and waking up early in the morning to get it done. CHeeRs Edd, it shows what a true and caring friend you really are. *sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/warmates.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"broccie" ~ "War Mates"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109320110429310537?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109320110429310537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109320110429310537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109320110429310537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109320110429310537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/war-mates.html' title='War Mates.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109301321684821844</id><published>2004-08-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T22:46:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My V690.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/v690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Motorola V690&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wala...this is my new toy. The motorola V690. Got it from a very trusted ebay dealer (look for Sparohawk) and this phone was on sale cheap! What is more...brand new. I know alot of you dont really trust the ebay concept but we have to trust technology and people sometimes. Therefore, it was a lil' risky for me...but i went on with the plan. I ordered this on Tuesday and it arrived on Friday. It was quick and more importantly, the dealer was kind enough to answer all my e-mails. *the phone is so purdy!!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109301321684821844?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109301321684821844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109301321684821844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109301321684821844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109301321684821844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-v690.html' title='My V690.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109292459497294627</id><published>2004-08-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T22:09:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Movie of the Day: Man On Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/man_on_fire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man On Fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just name me one bad show from Danzel Washington? I really can't think of one...can you? This show just perfectly describe that you should not mess with a man who is deeply in love with something that is taken away from him. There were some great one-liners in the show too, just pay attention to it...this is one show not to be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109292459497294627?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109292459497294627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109292459497294627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109292459497294627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109292459497294627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-movie-of-day-man-on-fire.html' title='My Movie of the Day: Man On Fire'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109282512099761044</id><published>2004-08-18T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T18:32:01.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot On.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I've got no problems with taking another penalty. If the manager lets me and it's decided that I'm the penalty-taker, then I'll carry on taking them.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;David Beckham, August 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;August 18th, 2004: Broccie buried the ghost and calmly put the ball past the keeper from the spot. After 5 previous misses, he took this with confidence to guide team Powepuff to a 3-0 victory over their opponents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109282512099761044?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109282512099761044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109282512099761044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109282512099761044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109282512099761044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/spot-on.html' title='Spot On.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109250626649188546</id><published>2004-08-15T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T02:02:43.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day, My hour, My moment.</title><content type='html'>So today was D day. I had enough sleep to get my eye bags off ma' face then my parents came to my place and it was nothing bout "faster lar...late already" although i had like another hour more to spare. Time management has always been important for the Lee family and i am still trying to learn it hard. I took time trying my two suits out and decided to go for the tailor made suit that was once used for my form 5 prom. That was like freaking 5 years ago and the pants was just too tight for me and only to face the consequences during the ceremony when i was so uncomfortable *i had thoughts of un-button-ing my pants*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain obviously ruin most part of the day. There was no sunshine for the graduates today. I was disappointed that i could not have pictures taken at the South Lawn. It would have been 'purdy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Family Pic! There is a so called man made waterfall behind if you can spot it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/paretns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dad was scouting some chick...haha, kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/auntuncle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One with my Aunt and Uncle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They have been very helpful throughout my 4 years in Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends played a big part today. It was kinda touching to see them dedicatedly withstanding the rain and cold weather to be with us (Me, Kenny, Ping, Fkng). The best part was trying to fit something like 20 of us in a single studio picture. It was all worth it and i just can't wait to see how it turned out...but here are some pix i took courtesy of my own Olympus digi cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This was the only grp picture i have in my camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some left early...and Jen just can't keep his eyes open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/yuhandonkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With Yuhan and Donkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The ceremony was really boring, as expected, and all i did was just imagining myself up there and the procedures to collect my degree. I didnt want to fuck it up so...u know, a little imagination wouldnt hurt. The next thing i know...i was already back in my seat with the cert in my hands. It was all over then but i had to wait for another hour and listen to some Professor giving his speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A celebration ciggie. A family dinner. A call to Luc. A night to remember. *Yawnz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/sisters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lee siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/abolone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Juicy abalone. YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/lobster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lobsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/daniel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My fav cousin, Daniel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109250626649188546?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109250626649188546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109250626649188546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109250626649188546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109250626649188546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-day-my-hour-my-moment.html' title='My day, My hour, My moment.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109240882556453104</id><published>2004-08-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T22:53:45.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th.</title><content type='html'>My family arrived today for my graduation tomorrow so i had to wake up pretty early to get them. I just realised myself that i only had 8 hours of sleep for the last 2 days and the feeling of it now is not funny... And i have to make sure i look good tomorrow for my graduation pictures (Not that i dun always look good....*vain vain!*) but now the question remains...should i cut my hair? My dad has been bugging me today... hmmph, will think twice bout it in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for the perfect shirt to wear for my convocation but sadly they don't have the size for this poor asian boy who is dying to lay his hands on the Hugo Boss shirt. For the first time, i've never felt so disappointed or depressed about it. And with my sisters bugging me to hurry up...i just anyhow pick one plain shirt and a tie. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i hope now that everything will just go fine tomorrow. I am not anxious or anything like that but will probably feel it on the day itself. It is going to be one long day...and i am going to sieze the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109240882556453104?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109240882556453104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109240882556453104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109240882556453104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109240882556453104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109224466664264739</id><published>2004-08-12T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T01:17:46.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing the bitchiness out of Broccie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Highlight of the day: Watching Elisha Cuthbert in the Girl Next Door. Oh mama....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/elisha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elisha Cuthbert...&lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerpuff (Name of my football team) is pretty strong this semester. Unfortunately i will not be part of the team in the later stages but nevertheless, i will still put my heart out for this team. We began the tournament with a 4-1 thumping over our oponents and i've never expected myself, the retired-inspirational-captain, to be starting on the bench but when i saw ma' boyz out there, i knew i was better off just cheering at the sidelines. I could see in their eyes...the hunger, the blood and the determination. I didnt have it. They seem invincible most of the times until i came in of course... The only thing i did in the game was to piss ma' opponents off. Hehe... All because i did not pick the ball up for them when i was near to it...and i did it twice. Pretty mean of me but they deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great dinner today, got to meet up with long lost friends...Joyce and Ping (Back for his grad). We tried the Chocolate Pizza! Tasted like kinder bueno...so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting i got from my mail...to those who are thinking of getting the Proton Gen2, think twice. For those that already purchased it...erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/gen2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;burn baby....burn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109224466664264739?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109224466664264739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109224466664264739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109224466664264739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109224466664264739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/bringing-bitchiness-out-of-broccie.html' title='Bringing the bitchiness out of Broccie.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109213852592449663</id><published>2004-08-10T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T19:48:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of Ginger.. *Blek*</title><content type='html'>The whole day has been so fucked up for me. Stomach is just feeling uncomfortable and i've been taking all sorts of stuff to cure it but the damn pain just won't go away. So, i've decided to go through something i've never done before. This is the last resort for me. I am not sure how well it will work and as i am writing this post, the mug which is filled with fine cut fresh ginger in warm luke water awaits me. *takes a long look at the mug* I don't deserve this!!!!!*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ginger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7289949-109213852592449663?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109213852592449663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109213852592449663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109213852592449663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109213852592449663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/wonders-of-ginger-blek.html' title='Wonders of Ginger.. *Blek*'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109202541660737973</id><published>2004-08-09T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T12:23:36.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broccie Officially hate Mornings.</title><content type='html'>...so many things to do yet so much time to waste. It is so freaking boring. I am slurping my noodles for lunch while waiting for football to come. It is so taking forever. Donkey ditch me. He went to get some computer stuff and i am left all alone here...trying to figure out where to start packing for my trip home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*broccie will now go search for some lonely soul to play Wheel of Fortune*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109202541660737973?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109202541660737973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109202541660737973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109202541660737973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109202541660737973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/broccie-officially-hate-mornings.html' title='Broccie Officially hate Mornings.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109201237407370405</id><published>2004-08-09T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T12:05:30.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly love.</title><content type='html'>Which brother will wake up 7.30 am in a freaking cold Monday morning to get graduation tickets for his sister?&lt;br /&gt;- No, the answer is not just &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. Pretty sure all brothers out there will do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning blues. It doesn't help watching my beloved team Manchester United going down to the Gunners in the charity shield in the early hours. Their performance was all a joke...the defence was something to laugh about, certainly i was shaking my head endlessly. What is the United's fate facing Chelsea next week?!? I can't imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i am suppose to pack my stuff up now.....*looks at Msn*....OoooHhhh, fook is online. Gonna con him in Wheel of Fortune! Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109201237407370405?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109201237407370405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109201237407370405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109201237407370405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109201237407370405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly love.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109190331035015665</id><published>2004-08-08T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T02:28:30.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Saturdays.</title><content type='html'>Highlight of the day: Trashing Kok in Wheel Of Fortune! Muahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the 2nd consecutive Saturday i am home! Well, it is going to change when the next Saturday comes i can tell you... Hmmph, *thinks for a moment*, i've got my own graduation to attend next week!! *freaks out a little*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneeway...so bored. Someone save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got off from watching Garfield on my comp. It was quite a nice fat cat show...very unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YaWnz. Aight, just posting up some rubbish here... nuthin much to read about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*it does feel like i am boring you guyz too huh? It is kinda contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109190331035015665?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109190331035015665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109190331035015665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109190331035015665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109190331035015665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/hate-saturdays.html' title='Hate Saturdays.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109170651207498595</id><published>2004-08-05T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T19:48:32.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.O.R.I.N.G</title><content type='html'>Highlight of the day: Watching policemen shopping at the Nike Warehouse in Smith St. *Wish i had a camera!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will this go on? Will i be able to take the boredom when i get back home? Am i going to rot till i get a job? Am i just going to keep renting videos and play Wheel Of Fortune on Msn?? (Btw, Wheel Of Fortune Rocks!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am averaging about 2 movies a day...bad shape. Spending money almost endlessly to keep myself entertained. Smoking like a 'puffing billy' just to pass time. Jeesh, this life is unhealthy. Yet, i still got so many freaking chores to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Packing my belongings and singing "leaving on a jet plane"&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaning up my apartment...&lt;br /&gt;3. Sell my Books *Anyone wants IS books let me know!*&lt;br /&gt;4. Pack somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh....i have another addition to my collection of caps! Got it from the Adidas Factory outlet, a Real Madrid Beckham cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/beckhamcap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adidas "Beckham 23"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109170651207498595?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109170651207498595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109170651207498595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109170651207498595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109170651207498595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/boring.html' title='B.O.R.I.N.G'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109153832034056936</id><published>2004-08-03T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T21:05:20.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broccie and Donkey</title><content type='html'>As of today, I welcome Jcleong a.k.a Donkey as my new homie!! He is by far the cutest and most adorable human being there is on earth. Really, you have to see him to believe it. We were at this flight centre today &amp; she was like looking at his passport saying *Awww...so cute*. Cuteness i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/brocdonkey.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh...there is a reason for his "donkey" nickname. He likes to 'pop' just like donkey in the scene when Shrek and him were on the way to the "far far away" land... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109153832034056936?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109153832034056936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109153832034056936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109153832034056936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109153832034056936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/broccie-and-donkey.html' title='Broccie and Donkey'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109146541366345345</id><published>2004-08-03T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:50:13.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Movie of the Day: Fahrenheit 9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/fahrenheit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This documentary by Michael Moore will no doubt touch the hearts for all out there who believed that the war on Iraq is not for American's, it is for President Bush. A strong and emotional movie. Just go watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109146541366345345?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109146541366345345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109146541366345345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109146541366345345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109146541366345345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-movie-of-day-fahrenheit-911.html' title='My Movie of the Day: Fahrenheit 9/11'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109137542879670878</id><published>2004-08-01T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:50:28.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broccie's collection of F1 caps</title><content type='html'>I just got a McLaren cap today from Jean...a belated birthday pressie and also chocolates from Ann and Wei ter! Gee...gonna indulge myself and get really fat *i can actually hear luc saying...fat! so fat!* Anyway...thanx for the pressies and though i am not going to see you people for a while, it does not mean i am going to forget you guyz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/caps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;right: McLaren   left: Renault Alonso 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109137542879670878?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109137542879670878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109137542879670878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109137542879670878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109137542879670878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/broccies-collection-of-f1-caps.html' title='broccie&apos;s collection of F1 caps'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109137362036159340</id><published>2004-08-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T23:22:37.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frozen Throne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/frozenthrone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frozen Throne by broccie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aight, i got really bored so i took 20 minz drawing this out. Did i ever tell you drawing was one of my all time favourite hobby 10 years ago??? Hehe... let me know if it looks good, i need more practice to improve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109137362036159340?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109137362036159340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109137362036159340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109137362036159340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109137362036159340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/frozen-throne.html' title='&lt;center&gt;The Frozen Throne&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109128567843708226</id><published>2004-07-31T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T22:54:38.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Fever...</title><content type='html'>Do not be deceived by the title. I am really having a tempreture on a Saturday night. Probably just need a lil' water... Nevertheless, i am home on a Saturday night. Boredom has taken over me. I've watched countless movies over the past week and this is how i bloody pass my time. No, i can't work...don't have a work permit for that and yes, i am thinking of reading...until i get some books from Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out of boredom, some things that people don't know about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i make weird noises when i sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- occasionally act violently during sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i make the best 'Neslo'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i've got purdy fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i love to soak myself in a really hot shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- it can take up to atleast an hour before i get out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i day dream of kicking a ball and doing tricks with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i cry during movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i don't smile for 3/4 of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i fantasize of being a hero after a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i listen to chinese songs before i go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- still wondering if earth is god's creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i take atleast 5 minutes brushing my teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i have tight undies. Jeessh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- always 'kena salah parking'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i hate smoking but can't help myself from doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- got my dancing moves from watching 'Senorita' video clip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i love my family, lucinda and frenz... more than anyone can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109128567843708226?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109128567843708226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109128567843708226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109128567843708226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109128567843708226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/08/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday Night Fever...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109120991751321547</id><published>2004-07-31T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T01:55:09.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Killer Pic...</title><content type='html'>Came across this picture and i really thought that i have put this up... It was taken during a ski trip to Falls Creek and well, we decided to have photo taking session day on our last day of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/FallsCreek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yuhan and I with a very gay-ish pose while Kok has the Marlboro look (Oh, Ignore the sandwich he is holding). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ladies, ignore the pose and get into line...these 2 hunks next to me are available!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am taken though *winks to darling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109120991751321547?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109120991751321547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109120991751321547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109120991751321547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109120991751321547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/07/one-killer-pic.html' title='One Killer Pic...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109120743897061306</id><published>2004-07-31T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T01:12:13.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Movie of the Day: Enemy At The Gates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/enemy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enemy At The Gates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;David was right. This was one of the best world war movies i've seen so far and how could i have missed out on this when it was released in 2001! Based on a true story, it seems like this is the turning point when the Soviet Union triumph over the Nazis. Not gonna spill so much here for those who have not seen this. It is kinda strange how a single bullet can change history...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh..and watch out for Rachel Weisz!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109120743897061306?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109120743897061306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109120743897061306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109120743897061306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109120743897061306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-movie-of-day-enemy-at-gates.html' title='My Movie of the Day: Enemy At The Gates'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109108514997076478</id><published>2004-07-29T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T15:12:29.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick but still going strong...</title><content type='html'>It all started out at Amber Lounge last week... i reckon that alcohol + ciggies are the main culprit for getting a sore throat. Not only that...if you want to get a cold along with that, just hang out at St. Kilda beach watching the sun set&amp;nbsp;in the blistering wind. Thanks David, i won't forget that... hehe. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been a tremendously boring week so far after my dearest left me. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Nothing by videos all night... Watched Mystique River (No wonder Sean Pean won the acedemy award for this...it was a superb performance by him) and Pitch Black (Prepare myself for 'Chronicles of Riddick'). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...over and out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-109108514997076478?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109108514997076478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109108514997076478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109108514997076478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109108514997076478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/07/sick-but-still-going-strong.html' title='Sick but still going strong...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109085772987384348</id><published>2004-07-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T00:29:08.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As promised...pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="305" src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/cabin.jpg" width="401" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Cabin Crew-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Luc and I stayed over night in this very cabin on our trip to the Great Ocean Road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simply gorgeous place to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/bondi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-This is Bondi-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here I stand before the waves of Bondi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/bridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Sydney Harbour Bridge-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of my favourite snap shots of the bridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/chinatown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Chinatown in Sydney-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;First pic taken in sydney. Chinatown in Sydney is so much better than Melbourne's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/dingo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-D.I.N.G.O and dingo was his name-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la lala lalala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/geelong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Omgawd..wonders in Geelong city-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I agree with you Kok, this city is dead but you can't deny the fantastic scenary they have there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/manley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Manley Beach with Ed, Leanne, Luc and I-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;@ Manley's Beach, boring place unless you have a volley ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/pancakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Pancakes at the Rocks...delicious-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got greedy. Ordered an extra pancake ...I underestimated it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/puffinbilly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Excited about the Puffing Billy ride-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Say CHEEEEEEESE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-The sun sets at St. Kilda Beach-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only in Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/superbowl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Superbowl~ed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of the famous Sydney Chinese Restaurant in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/sydenysunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Sydney at its best-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Magnificent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/sydneybridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Yuhan and I with the bridge again-&lt;/span&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/7289949-109085772987384348?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109085772987384348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109085772987384348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109085772987384348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109085772987384348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/07/as-promisedpictures.html' title='As promised...pictures!'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-109077451430124972</id><published>2004-07-26T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T01:10:37.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things i miss about You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/operahouse.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-The Sydney Opera House And Us-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. The way you hold my hand and gave me the "puss in the boots" look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;Waking up to look into your eyes every morning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Sacrificing my bed and comforter to You and freezing my ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Watching us brushing our teeth every morning and night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Watching you sulk when you could not get something you desire *grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Warming your nose in the cold winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Your cooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Your nagging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Your presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Your Love.&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/7289949-109077451430124972?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/109077451430124972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=109077451430124972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109077451430124972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/109077451430124972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/07/10-things-i-miss-about-you.html' title='10 things i miss about You.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108973385740632949</id><published>2004-07-13T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:50:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bad...</title><content type='html'>oh no...been like 2 weeks since i last posted something. I am just feeling so lazy now but also being occupied with my girl *wink*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, i dunno who actually comes and read my post but i promise that i will start posting something up! Anyhow, the most significant thing that has ever happened in the last 2 weeks were my results. I was actually driving back from Great Ocean Rd.(GOR) in the evening and i was desperately trying to get hold of Yuhan to check the results for me. It was really tense driving in pitch black condition and even more tense when Lucinda was next to me reading out my results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is...i am finally graduating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ma' parents worried a little cuz there was no reception at GOR, probably thinking that i failed again and i was running away. Well, not this time mama...Your boy has done you proud this time! HaH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...did i promise pictures?&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/7289949-108973385740632949?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108973385740632949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108973385740632949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108973385740632949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108973385740632949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-bad.html' title='My bad...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108868467144274802</id><published>2004-07-01T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T20:24:31.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from slumber...</title><content type='html'>Omgawd..it is like 5 freaking days since i last posted up something. So sorry to those that came and check out the blog. Anyway, been busy with taking my love one around. She arrived on the 28th June (Monday) and since then, had be her host and keep her in good company. Not that i have to do it, but i want to make this trip for her a memorable one. Well, brought her shopping of course, and she was all over the 'pink' clothes! Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not feeling well for the past few days too.. Been having cramps on my lower abs and it must be my eating disorder. Hmmph, hopefully i can recover lar...really sick to wake up in the morning with the pain there. So frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, had a birthday dinner with the gang yesterday at Pacific House in South Yarra. It was combined with Fook's birthday and it was nice that everyone turned up and it was extra special to have Lucinda next to me too. Allright, i should stop boasting and all but really, i've been waiting for her arrival from the very start of the semester and this is how much i missed her presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PhOtoS coming soOn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108868467144274802?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108868467144274802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108868467144274802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108868467144274802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108868467144274802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/07/back-from-slumber.html' title='Back from slumber...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108817240233635128</id><published>2004-06-25T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T23:38:27.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..it is love actually.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/817565.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;love and politics&lt;br /&gt;love unspoken&lt;br /&gt;love is elementary&lt;br /&gt;love as a second language&lt;br /&gt;love lasts a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;love rocks on &lt;br /&gt;love at work&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How do you explain yourself when you are in love?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108817240233635128?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108817240233635128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108817240233635128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108817240233635128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108817240233635128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/it-is-love-actually.html' title='..it is love actually.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108814537483822737</id><published>2004-06-25T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T14:41:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broc and Becks Connection {Join the Club}</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/becks-portugal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becks devastated after 'that' miss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bloody 7 something in the morning. Don't know how anybody can go through watching this shyt. It hurts...really do. If only Wayne Rooney was still on. If only the Sol Campbell's goal stands before the blow of the final whistle in 90 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/becks-portugal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;'that' miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like every story, there will be a twist in a tale. This tale however, it is all too familiar. England has gone through many heartaches with penaly shootouts {Remember Germany and Argentina}, and now English fans have to suffer the agony. All over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is Beck's third consecutive penalty miss. I had five. Penalties are never easy but once you miss, i can tell you that you can't wait to take the next one. It is not to prove everybody wrong but it is more like a personal score to settle for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the tale ends. No surprises. Same old story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108814537483822737?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108814537483822737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108814537483822737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108814537483822737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108814537483822737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/broc-and-becks-connection-join-club.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Broc and Becks Connection {Join the Club}&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108809757039233802</id><published>2004-06-25T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T01:20:48.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;remember...&lt;br /&gt;when you look up to the stars&lt;br /&gt;i am looking at it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember...&lt;br /&gt;when u wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;my wish was to have you next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember...&lt;br /&gt;all the million twinkling stars shinning on you&lt;br /&gt;i look for the brightest,&lt;br /&gt;for it reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember..&lt;br /&gt;we live under the same stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108809757039233802?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108809757039233802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108809757039233802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108809757039233802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108809757039233802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog-post.html' title='&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108809236971628551</id><published>2004-06-24T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:52:49.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over.</title><content type='html'>Well, i didnt really want to put this title cuz i am just afraid it is just too premature to say it. But heck, exams are over! F*ck, now what am i going to do? Probably gonna fuck around till next year if i decide to get a job but that is obviously not on my mind now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a rough week for me...getting older, had a final paper to sit and some issues that i have to go through it myself. Really exhausted now. I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108809236971628551?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108809236971628551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108809236971628551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108809236971628551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108809236971628551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/game-over.html' title='Game Over.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108800625645554169</id><published>2004-06-23T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T23:58:44.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Human...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No matter how much one person can take &lt;br /&gt;    There is always a limit to everything..&lt;br /&gt; ..afterall, we are only humans"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          -rockerfella7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108800625645554169?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108800625645554169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108800625645554169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108800625645554169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108800625645554169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/only-human.html' title='Only Human...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108799220531237529</id><published>2004-06-23T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:03:25.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Bailleau Library and LRC.</title><content type='html'>Ok...so tomorrow will be like my final paper i am ever, and i mean EVeRRRRR going to sit for in my Uni days. Was a little emotional today in the library cuz it will be my last day actually studying for exams. Had a lot of memories there... from chic scouting, watching 'fashion' shows, playing football during intervals, endless smoking and coffee breaks and watching my buddies Yuhan &amp; JCLeong drooled while sleeping in the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, this was the place where tension grew high, where coffee cups were filling up the table infinitely, where cigarettes are your most important assets and where frenz are utmost very important(to help you in your subjects of course!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss it...dearly. *SOBZ*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108799220531237529?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108799220531237529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108799220531237529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108799220531237529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108799220531237529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/tribute-to-bailleau-library-and-lrc.html' title='A Tribute to Bailleau Library and LRC.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108791134490464084</id><published>2004-06-22T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T22:08:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Happy Birthday Sweetie~</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/mcds.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;23rd June 2004&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;love ye.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108791134490464084?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108791134490464084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108791134490464084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108791134490464084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108791134490464084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/happy-birthday-sweetie.html' title='&lt;center&gt;~Happy Birthday Sweetie~&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108790705715576999</id><published>2004-06-22T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T20:29:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FreaK on the Leash</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/04062200.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/jeejen.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken by Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;A lawn mower just messed up *anonymous* head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108790705715576999?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108790705715576999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108790705715576999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108790705715576999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108790705715576999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/freak-on-leash.html' title='FreaK on the Leash'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108790457476530241</id><published>2004-06-22T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T19:42:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King for the day.</title><content type='html'>First of all, I will like to thank everybody that made today a very memorable day for me. There were no fireworks, clubbing scene or any spectacular events to celebrate my birthday but having frenz around me with a couple of Corona's and James Boags were enough for me to enjoy every second of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To (in alphabetical order): Am,Aris,Daphne,Gary,Jen,Justin,JCLeong,Kenny,Keng Siong,Mun Yee and ofcourse, Yuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making it a very special night and helping me kill time before England's game at 5 AM. It meant alot to me and for this to be my last birthday in Australia, you guyz made it a very special night (Although Aris was absent for my birthday song cuz he was on a date!). THankS for the card &amp; cake Am, it was really delicious (trust me!). Also like to thank Leong and Yuhan for the pressie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Joycy,Kok Wai (why lar kok, why?!),Mel and Nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you guyz were not here to be with me...just wanna say thx for remembering my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lucinda, darling...I really couldn't wait for next week to come. I've always thought of you every single day and not having you next to me to blow the candles together was the only thing that is missing. I just wish i could hear your voice before the clock hits midnight..it will be the best way to end the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sobz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108790457476530241?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108790457476530241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108790457476530241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108790457476530241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108790457476530241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/king-for-day.html' title='King for the day.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108775352043360276</id><published>2004-06-21T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T01:49:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman 2: July 30th 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/SpiderMan2-photo_01.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You can't possibly miss this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108775352043360276?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108775352043360276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108775352043360276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108775352043360276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108775352043360276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/spiderman-2-july-30th-2004_21.html' title='Spiderman 2: July 30th 2004'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108773613786663249</id><published>2004-06-20T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T20:57:29.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the waiting game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wait is almost over&lt;br /&gt;but every second is taking forever&lt;br /&gt;i need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;time is killing me&lt;br /&gt;i can wait&lt;br /&gt;forever is all i've got&lt;br /&gt;but only you can save me from this misery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108773613786663249?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108773613786663249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108773613786663249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108773613786663249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108773613786663249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/waiting-game.html' title='the waiting game.'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108773513915696280</id><published>2004-06-20T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T20:38:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Sundays...</title><content type='html'>..Cuz tmr is Monday. Not that it really matters but today was exceptional. I've not been in contact with a single soul (except for the Mcd's lady serving me) and i am really dying of boredom. So bored lookin at books, so bored preparing for my very so-called final paper that i will ever sit for, so bored lookin at my MSN and so bored listening to the same songs playin on my Winamp. *Yawnz*&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/7289949-108773513915696280?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108773513915696280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108773513915696280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108773513915696280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108773513915696280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-hate-sundays.html' title='I hate Sundays...'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108767121211819022</id><published>2004-06-20T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T03:19:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the Next Blue</title><content type='html'>4:34 AM - 7 degrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt like the temperature just hit ZERO.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Freezing my ass off the whole night, it is not funny. &lt;br /&gt;Wearing only a white single T and a blazer on top to prepare myself for a clubbing event was a very big mistake cuz.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..my Linkin Park ringtone started buzzin on me handphone&lt;br /&gt;Gary: Mate, we can't get enough people tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking that gary is bullshit-ing me again* U gotta be kiddin me...&lt;br /&gt;Gary: sorry dude...but nobody is really goin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minz later..&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh...is gary bullshit-ing me??!!&lt;br /&gt;Am: nope...we are not goin tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: DAMN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what you get for trying to look cool, mother nature has no remorse for ye. Furthermore, i had everything planned...after watching Shrek 2 (farking funny i tell u..), off to dinner and then to &lt;em&gt;Next Blue &lt;/em&gt;(the club's name) for some Bacardi 151 action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another epic of my amazing journey to this so-called cursed club.&lt;br /&gt;The closest i've been was just right at the door step, after waiting for one and a half hours...only to be denied by the bouncer cuz of my PUMA sneakers i was wearing. How fucked up is that? Son of a bitches think they are all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with ma' PUMAs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/pumas2.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&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/7289949-108767121211819022?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108767121211819022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108767121211819022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108767121211819022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108767121211819022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/journey-to-next-blue.html' title='Journey to the Next Blue'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289949.post-108741685016832547</id><published>2004-06-17T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T00:05:44.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broccie's First Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Greetings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually my first personal website...I will be posting up messages now and then to keep you guyz informed about me (&lt;em&gt;not that it matters..&lt;/em&gt;). However, i am not very sure how long i can keep up with this &lt;em&gt;'blogging'&lt;/em&gt; but i am doin it cuz i feel like it is a good way to express myself. RoCk on ppl, do use the &lt;em&gt;'chatterbox'&lt;/em&gt; if ye want to communicate with me or others. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7289949-108741685016832547?l=broccie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/feeds/108741685016832547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7289949&amp;postID=108741685016832547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108741685016832547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7289949/posts/default/108741685016832547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broccie.blogspot.com/2004/06/broccies-first-posting.html' title='Broccie&apos;s First Posting'/><author><name>broccie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03458804570171352883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v297/rockerfella7/ManchesterMSN.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
