<?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-5679654561264109190</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:01:44.016+08:00</updated><category term='cows.'/><category term='froze'/><category term='college'/><category term='milo'/><category term='hmc'/><category term='bbq'/><category term='ice.'/><category term='farm'/><category term='freeze'/><title type='text'>THE TIME HAS COME...</title><subtitle type='html'>blogging...never thought i'd actually start doin it, but hey,..here i am...so enjoy..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679654561264109190.post-3300989469815032410</id><published>2008-07-14T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:05:38.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for EXAMS TO BE OVER!!!!~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Its the 14th of July 2008, and my 1st semester finals are just around the corner.. By saying around the corner, i mean in 5 days time!!!!! And unsurprisingly, the best part is that i'm already planning what to do for my holidays, rather than planning for my exams....lolz,,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now i'm sitting at the Help college's main block corridor with my two friends wyatt and josh, waiting for my 9.30 class to start. Theres one thing that i'm looking forward to, and that is the football match this comin thursday against the current Help college team. My coach says that from this match, he'll be analysing our fitness level, tectical skills and teamwork. And from this, he'll individually hand pick us to represent the college for a "nine a side" team that will have to play against other colleges somewhere at the end of this month. We's already had 4 practice sessions in the past month, and all i can say is that i've improved in my game, and of course met many new freinds. There are quite a fair number of foreign students playing with us, and most of them are from Africa. There are also 2 Iranian blokes, who used to play for their state back in Iran.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The training sessions are really crazy, i must tell you, as our coach pushes us to our body's limits. By the end of the day, we end up doing approx 100 stomach crunches in the period of 15 minutes. And we even have to follow a certain diet, as in no junk food, and no sweets or chocs. Everyday, we've to have at lest one meal of rice, and before every training session, we'll have to consume 2 bananas at least!!..Oh ya...and my coach is a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PHD&lt;/span&gt; holder!!!!......chun or wat,....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My next training session would be tmr, and i hope that i'll get well soon as i'm having i slight flu and soar throat....:(.....Oh and and...on the 29th of this month, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHELSEA will be taking on MALAYSIA's national squad&lt;/span&gt; at the shah alam stadium..i'm really lokin forward to going for that match, as i plan to cheer my national team on against one of my greatest English rival teams...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well,  i guess thats all for now, as time does not permit me to type anymore...it already 9.05, and i have to pack up and start walking to class soon, and pass this lap top back to wyatt. So till the next time,..CHIAO!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5679654561264109190-3300989469815032410?l=lankanking21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/3300989469815032410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5679654561264109190&amp;postID=3300989469815032410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/3300989469815032410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/3300989469815032410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting-for-exams-to-be-over.html' title='Waiting for EXAMS TO BE OVER!!!!~~'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679654561264109190.post-5956112973719723054</id><published>2008-06-26T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:19:11.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='froze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freeze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice.'/><title type='text'>FREEZE...!!!!</title><content type='html'>so.....&lt;br /&gt;its been over ten days since i published my lst post, and finally something interesting has happened.&lt;br /&gt;i mean...not that my life aint interesting or anything as such, but something really cool has to happen for me to actually blog it down, la...haha...&lt;br /&gt;so it was the 25th of june, at around 12.40 pm, at Help uni main block's lower fowyer.&lt;br /&gt;members of the student council and other students gathered around as there were rumours about a FREEZE going to take place..&lt;br /&gt;my close friend aka classmate, Joshua was in charge of this event, so he was about to give us all a speach and a preview on how it was to be done.. so he plugged in a lap top to the tv set, and showed us a sample of a FREEZE that was held in the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;by the time his speacha dn the preview ended, it was approx 1.00. so he told us that our freeze time would be from 1.10 to 1.15 pm that day.. it was kinda exiting, as this was my first freeze event that i was going to take part in. so angeline, and myself headed towards the corridor where it was to be held. all of us kept lookin at our watches and picked our spots to freeze...lol...&lt;br /&gt;it was already 1.06, and out of the blue, someone came up to me and put a sign board around my neck saying "HMC FREEZE". i was kinda reluctant to wear it, but hey, wat the heck, eh...&lt;br /&gt;it was 1.07, and Miss Chriss, out english lecturer popped out of nowhere, and said.."hey, after this freeze thing, i want you all to go for a talk on HIV.." I mean....was that just random or wat...hahah..&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it, ppl were counting down 10...9...8.7...6...5...4..3...2...and when it was time to reach "1", everyone involved FROZE!!!! after around 1 minute, a few stuents that did't know wat was goin on, looked dead blur and confused.!!..&lt;br /&gt;they would walk passed us and keep staring as if they had just seen a ghost...&lt;br /&gt;about 3 minuts into the FREEZE, my legs were starting to cramp up, as i froze while i was walking..not only that, but my eyes startid to water as well, as the air-cond was blowing right into them...&lt;br /&gt;then thru the side of my eyes, i spotted Eugene, another close friend of mine, walking around taking a video of the whole event. he looked very excited, though...&lt;br /&gt;then soon after, i heard Dila counting down again for the freeze to be over...by now, i was anxiously waiting for her to say "1", as my legs were slightly shivering already..lol..&lt;br /&gt;as soon as she said "1", everyone cheered and clapped their hands as a sign of joy and acomplishment..&lt;br /&gt;After it was all over, my frens and myself headed to the DSA to go study, as we had a computing test at 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a great and successfull event, the freeze..&lt;br /&gt;realy cant wait for the video to be up in you tube, as we're the first college to do a freeze, if i've not mistaken...&lt;br /&gt;so till the sky showers us with milo ice again, peace out, yo...&lt;br /&gt;(just ignore the milo ice thingy aight...kinda random...;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lankan*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5679654561264109190-5956112973719723054?l=lankanking21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/5956112973719723054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5679654561264109190&amp;postID=5956112973719723054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/5956112973719723054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/5956112973719723054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/2008/06/freeze.html' title='FREEZE...!!!!'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679654561264109190.post-5119903724591391610</id><published>2008-06-16T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:52:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARENTS &amp; TEACHERS MEETING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WALLA&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past whole week, i was suffering in fear, as the the parents &amp;amp; teachers day was just around the corner. i could hardly eat, hardly sleep, and even hardly shit!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;so the day came...the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;, 2006. it was a bright Saturday morning, and my parents were eager to get feedback from my lecturers about my performance in college.&lt;br /&gt;so then we arrived, and registered at the main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;entrance. first of all, we met miss. Chris. she's my english lecturer. and i was kinda surprised that a recieved positive remarks from her, considering the fact that i was a little too active in her class at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Then next was miss. Debbie..!!!! why i used exclamation marks you may ask.?...hahaha well, lest just say i find her pretty interesting to listen to...;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;so my dad like asked.."is he being disruptive in class..?" with a distinct smile in her face, she replied...."well, no no no..he's not disruptive at all....in fact, i enjoy having him in my class.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I mean...&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;could my day get any better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that was the most interesting part la...as for the comments from mr. Naj and mr. Levin, i would say it was mediocre, and i was satisfied...lolz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;so till the next time something interesting happens in my life,.....tataa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;*lankan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5679654561264109190-5119903724591391610?l=lankanking21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/5119903724591391610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5679654561264109190&amp;postID=5119903724591391610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/5119903724591391610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/5119903724591391610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/2008/06/parents-teachers-meeting.html' title='PARENTS &amp; TEACHERS MEETING'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679654561264109190.post-3186507492559080263</id><published>2008-06-06T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:02:23.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK....!!!!</title><content type='html'>So.....here a am once again......&lt;br /&gt;wel, first of all i'd like to apologise to my dear readers for finding my blog kinda halted for a while..&lt;br /&gt;wel, this was because there have been quite a few things that have been happening in my life, hence keeping me too busy to blog it out. My mid terms arejust over, so i am kinda free for the time being, till one of my lecturers come up wif another assignment la..haha....&lt;br /&gt; in this post, i really dont have anything much to write, as nothing much has really hapened in my life so far..(pretty sad,huh). so yeah...um...all thats happened is....i attended my uncle's wedding, where in the en of the functon, the hotel crew did't have any rnb songs for us to dance to. wat else......um....oh yeah...the pictures for that wedidng were taken by this photographer, zach chin by name. and let me tell you, his work really impresed me, inspite of the fact of me not being a fan of photography. i mean....the way he took thoe pictures....aaahhhh....the angle, the lighting, the time...oh god...amazing...wanna check out his work, visit &lt;a href="http://zachchin.com/blog/"&gt;http://zachchin.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;, and just scroll down to enjoy the pictures. well, i guess thats all for now...so till the next time,&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5679654561264109190-3186507492559080263?l=lankanking21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/3186507492559080263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5679654561264109190&amp;postID=3186507492559080263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/3186507492559080263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/3186507492559080263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK....!!!!'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679654561264109190.post-8158866971859656005</id><published>2008-05-03T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:19:14.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!! my very first ELECTION !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;WELL WELL WELL......guess what...its my very first election!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jsut so you'd know, i'm currently running for the "creative director" post for the HELP METRICULATION CENTRE (HMC) student council. so does this mean that i get to become more famous? do i get more contacts? do i get to know more chicks?? hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best part of all this is, i'm running againt my close colelge classmate, Angeline..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its kinda weired, because we actually help each other out in making our respective posters. i mean...who would do such things? And few days back, another person who was running for the same post, by the name of Melissa, came up to Angelin and i in this typical chinese accent, saying... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"hi, i'm running agianst you two hoh..so we all still fwens hoh...dowan fighting fighting wan ah...oh ok ok...bubbye..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahaha,,,,it really was hillarious...i guess the poor gal was kinda scared that we might tear down her posters......LOLZZZ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, here's my poster..if any of you reading this are currently studying at hmc, pls vote me alright....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196004293884554642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnubURsEnC4/SBvqYCxkrZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/enGwl8aUwEA/s320/Tanuj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&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/5679654561264109190-8158866971859656005?l=lankanking21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/8158866971859656005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5679654561264109190&amp;postID=8158866971859656005' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/8158866971859656005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/8158866971859656005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-very-first-election.html' title='!!! my very first ELECTION !!!'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnubURsEnC4/SBvqYCxkrZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/enGwl8aUwEA/s72-c/Tanuj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679654561264109190.post-9031886545764708727</id><published>2008-04-26T13:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:11:13.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~A night to remember~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It was 6.06pm. I had just woken up from a good 3 hour afternoon nap that i had taken after a big lunch of traditional banana leaf rice at RAJU'S restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;i got dressed and ready for the function that night, "Hawaiian Night".. So i put on my shorts that had flowers printed on it, and a nice blue see thru shirt. i left the house at approx 6.45pm, and headed towards taylor's college, where the function was to be held. i reached there at sharp seven, and called my friends jon and shankar to check what time they'll be arriving. i then walked to the nearby bank to withdraw some cash for the night...i returned to my car that i had parked near the college, to enjoy a lil bit of air-cond, and it really was a humid day. in no time, jon had arrived, and he sat with me in my car while we waited for shankar to arrive. my gf also was on her way there from her home in ampang. all of a sudden, i get a call from her saying that she had taken a wrong turn and was heading towards PUTRAJAYA!!!!!!!!!!...wat the hell??? so i did my best by trying to guide her back, but it was useless, as she was already on a main highway and there was no turning back. then another call came...this time she said that her car was jerking and she was scared it might break down in the middle of the highway. by now, even i was panicking, as she was driving her dad's trooper alone with gurwin. judging by her voice on the phone, i could easily tell that she was almost about to break down and cry, before the car even did break down.. so i told her to pull over at any public landmark nearby, and wait for em there.&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, they found their way to carrefour, which was very near to my hse. so jon and i raced back in my car from subang back to sri petaing, and when we reached nearby, there was a rally bad jam. my heart was pounding as i was getting more and more worried about my girl. she kept on calling and asking me where i was. after about 2 long minutes in the jam, i had had enough.&lt;br /&gt;i got down in the middle of the road, and started running towards carrefour, where they were waiting. by now, shankar had already reached taylor's and he was waiting for us. i told him that my gf's car was i a bad condition, but he wouldn't' understand for some damn reason, and started getting all angry. so i ran la, fr a good &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2000 meters&lt;/span&gt; pass the long stretch of traffic, and finally reached her trooper. i got in, and started the vehicle, and yes it was shaking a lil bit extra than normal, but you know la, how much girls add on to describe a situation. i got in and waited for jon to come in my car to meet us up, so that we could shoot off to subang as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;in ten minutes, he arrived and i was still trying to catch my breath from the long marathon i just had.,.lol...as soon as he came, we shot off at approx 140km/h to subang.&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived, at it was around 8.20pm. shakar had been waiting for about 50 minutes, and his rage was building. as soon as we arrived, we met up with him, and he was showing his mood la, as expected. shank, this is for you.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"dei cock fellow, understand la..emergency means sure late right..not like i went to ulu yam or anything..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it took him around ten minutes to calm down, and we entered the hall to find some lame ass rock band trying to entertain the crowd. But the food was good though, they had fish balls, noodles, nuggets, and much more.&lt;br /&gt;ok, lets skip to the interesting part., where i won best dressed male!!! hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;you see, when the MC announced that whoever thinks they're best dressed, pls come on stage, all the jakoons that i came with, pushed me up the stage..haha...i was like blinded for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;then when the mc announced my name, shank, jon, gurwin , my gf, and the rest of our frens suddenly started screaming out my name and cheering me on!!!! i was shocked..&lt;br /&gt;it ended up being the loudest cheer for Mr.best dressed, and i won unanimously!!!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;the prize was pretty cool, a kfc voucher for one dinner snack plate. haha....&lt;br /&gt;then the dance floor opened....and damn, i must say that i was dancing fairly calmly, till the dj decided 2 play some bhangra!!! man, you should hv seen shank, jon and myself...we were dancin so crazily until the Chinese guys actually stopped to watch us do out bhangra....hahha...&lt;br /&gt;by the time we stopped, my legs were bloody killing me!!! and it was already 11.00pm!! my my my...how time flies....so we all decided to head to asia cafe and grab a drink..unfortunately shankar had to head home, as his mom was already harassing him to be back....&lt;br /&gt;so jon, girwin, my gf and myself walked to asia cafe, and ordered our respective drinks.&lt;br /&gt;jon and myself had an ice cold tiger beer each, as gurwin had coke and my girl entertained herself with 'ais kacang". after that, we all headed to out respective vehicles to head home, but before i left, my gf told me that she was scared to drive her trooper in the condition that it was in. so i drove in front of her trooper, and guided her all the way back to ampang, and then i drove back to o.u.g.&lt;br /&gt;just before i entered the turning to my housing area, there was a road block. i freaked out and thought i was in deep shit, as my car had white lights on. sure enuf, i got pulled over.&lt;br /&gt;the cop asked for my driving license, and from it, he knew that i lived nearby. as he was asking me some lame ass questions, i noticed another cop flashing a torchlight inside my car and my booth, as though they suspected me of carrying some illegal shit!!! ahha...&lt;br /&gt;since i was clean, they let me off and guess what.....i escaped with my white lights yet again!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5679654561264109190-9031886545764708727?l=lankanking21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/9031886545764708727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5679654561264109190&amp;postID=9031886545764708727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/9031886545764708727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/9031886545764708727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/2008/04/night-to-remember.html' title='~~A night to remember~~'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679654561264109190.post-919897846190866087</id><published>2008-04-23T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:17:52.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD ATTITUDE OR JUST JEALOUSY....?</title><content type='html'>hv you ever had this friend that would just try to do everything within one's power to get rid of your friendship with others? Well, WALLAH*** i indeed know someone just like that..&lt;br /&gt;you see, i dont wanna mention names, la...tryin to keep this blog real, u see..&lt;br /&gt;i know this guy X. By some way, my close friend X gets introduced to my friend from another side, called Y. so as time goes on, X and Y keep getting closer, and share stories and all la...&lt;br /&gt;but one thing you must know...Y loves to flirt like fucks!!! Y cant bloody stop flirting...for all i know, Y flirts wif her own father!!! hahaha.......so one day, Y finds a boyfiriend, la...so X stays away, and tries to respect Y's privacy...but unfortunately, Y keeps on flirting wif X..!..&lt;br /&gt;X is only human to respond in a flirty manner, but X still does not go overboard. X stays within his boundaries...all of a sudden, Y starts accusing X of flirting wif Y and for sending "love smses" late at night. soon after, Y's so called bf, tried to act manly by saying he's going to settle the prob his own...fuck him la..what the fuck can you do? try to control Y first la...piece of shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;owh damn...i'm like geting confused myself wif all these x'es and y'es....&lt;br /&gt;so if you wana know more, just visit &lt;a href="http://www.jonathansureshraj.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;www.jonathansureshraj.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;WORD...&lt;br /&gt;*LANKAN*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5679654561264109190-919897846190866087?l=lankanking21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/919897846190866087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5679654561264109190&amp;postID=919897846190866087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/919897846190866087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/919897846190866087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-attitude-or-just-jealousy.html' title='BAD ATTITUDE OR JUST JEALOUSY....?'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679654561264109190.post-76503447789975026</id><published>2008-04-22T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:59:52.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM CRAP.....</title><content type='html'>WELL...to my dear friend jonathan, i was supposed to blog a title called "how it all started", but i realised that if unwanted ppl read it, then i was gonna be screwed. so if anyone wants to know how my love life started, then just ask me straight forward la huh&gt;&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is kinda like a relaxing day for me, as i've already completed both of my journals for study skills, or rather for miss debbie!!!!!! HAHA...man, she's hot!!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was awaken this morning by my darling girlfriend, but unfortunately, i didn't really wake up..lolz..as soon as she put the phone down, i went back to dreamland and stayed there till my damned maid came knowking on my door.. she woke me up in the most irritating manner, and claimed that my mom wanted me to go out to buy 'santan' and 'bread'. i was like...so damn blur.. i mean like, those eing the first words i hear in the morning, put me off!!!! but me being the responsible son of the house, "ahem-ahem", took my car and went out to buy them stuff. so i drove to 7-11 la, at 7.30 in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;i bought the stuff, came back, and slept till around 1pm till jon woke the hell out of me up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wake up again and suddenly see him standing outside my door...hahaha...shit la..how can the starting of my day worsen? actually can la..if i wake up and see 'macha in front of my door". (only certain ppl will know who i'm referring to as macha) lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i took my afternoon bath, changed, and took off wif jon on his bike to the public library, where we met up wif shankar.. shit man, shankar..ur name is in all of my posts..haha,,,lucky ass..&lt;br /&gt;eh.wait wait...i wanna help him to advertise his blog...to all whom this may concern, pls visit &lt;a href="http://www.darrenkonstantin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.darrenkonstantin.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. its kinda interesting to read his blog, as we hate the same things...or the same person, rather...haha,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit la..suddenly my brain going blank now...arggghhh....help.......&lt;br /&gt;cant type.....safhnhpahfnphehfrata.////rawvrajr2j4it4 .3///..&lt;br /&gt;WORD*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5679654561264109190-76503447789975026?l=lankanking21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/76503447789975026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5679654561264109190&amp;postID=76503447789975026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/76503447789975026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/76503447789975026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-crap.html' title='RANDOM CRAP.....'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679654561264109190.post-9105399763024560767</id><published>2008-04-17T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:56:41.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;, as i said in my previous post, i was supposed to tell you on how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; party went that following day..but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wats&lt;/span&gt; the key word in the sentence above? "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sopposed&lt;/span&gt; to". so since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not interested to do so currently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'l&lt;/span&gt; just post a few pictures for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; too look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;aight&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...wait!! i actually do wanna tell you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; that night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see, out meet up point before leaving to the farm was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;carrefour&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;subang&lt;/span&gt; at 12.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt; there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; my friend mike, say around 11.30am. since we were kinda early, we took a seat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kfc&lt;/span&gt; and he ordered a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; for himself as i has a coke. in a few minutes into our chit chat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;shankar&lt;/span&gt; arrived &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; with his younger bro and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Owen&lt;/span&gt; went into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;carefour&lt;/span&gt; to get some paper cups and sausages for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after, the two girls, ash and chit arrived. so we all sat down at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kfc&lt;/span&gt; and they had something to munch on while we waited for my girlfriend to come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;gurwin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;vignesh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;mohan&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;kumar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we waited la.....and waited...and waited......and waited....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;waiteeedddddd&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i checked my watch, the time showed 3.00pm. so i called my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; la to find out why were they delayed. so my bloody surprise, apparently our good friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;vignesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had gone out to play in a fucking waterfall, ignoring the fact that were were supposed to leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;carrefour&lt;/span&gt; at 3.00pm sharp!!! by him doing this, he was not only delaying my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;, but also all of us that were already waiting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;subang&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kept on trying to call him but he just simply did not pick up his phone, but asked him friend to pick it up...just imagine la how pissed we'd feel...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; time i checked my watch, it already was 4.30. by this time, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;shankar's&lt;/span&gt; dad was already waiting for us at the farm to start the fire for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt;. when we called him, his friend beside him in some car said that he'll reach his house in 20 minutes!!!! i mean like...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt; the fuck!!!! we're already bloody late la...&lt;br /&gt;we were all getting really restless by now....a for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ravinder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Singh&lt;/span&gt;, he was waiting for us near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;shaner's&lt;/span&gt; farm already, and he even drove all the way back to meet us back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;subang&lt;/span&gt; to wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;vignesh&lt;/span&gt;...even he was getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; off. i cant blame the poor guy also la..he like drove to and fro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;jelutong&lt;/span&gt; for fucks la...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;loll&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i checked my watch again, it already was 5.00pm. By now, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;shanker's&lt;/span&gt; dad was getting irritated, as our timing was already really out. so then i came up with the idea of us leaving for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;jelutong&lt;/span&gt; first and later someone to come back to guide them there. so we all left. as soon as we reached, we climbed up the hill, and you wont believe this, but two of our friends, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;chitra&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;ashwini&lt;/span&gt; who came over dressed!!! or rather should i say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;under dressed&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;who the hell la wears &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; straps and heels to a damn farm? i was like so lost for words la. it was a real joy watching them heels getting stuck in cow poop...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then around 6.30, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;followed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt; to rush back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;subang&lt;/span&gt; to guide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;deepaa's&lt;/span&gt; car to the farm. once we reached, i took over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;deepaa's&lt;/span&gt; car, as it was raining and she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; really experienced in driving in the rain. soon after, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;jonathan&lt;/span&gt; said that we had to fetch another girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;shereena&lt;/span&gt; from her house. and the best part was that we didn't know where her house actually was!!!! so i told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;jon to&lt;/span&gt; just forget her, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;shot&lt;/span&gt; off straight to the farm, where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;shanker&lt;/span&gt; and his dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; with the others had already started cooking. then all of a sudden, i got a call from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;shanker&lt;/span&gt; saying that there was not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;enuf&lt;/span&gt; meat. so we all pulled over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;carrefour&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;deepaa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;gurwind&lt;/span&gt; and i got down and ran in the rain to go get another chicken, and more lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after purchasing more food which took us another half an hour, we all practically raced back to the farm in approx 15 minutes. as son as we reached, our beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;vignesh&lt;/span&gt; told everyone that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;kumar&lt;/span&gt; it seems told him that we were only leaving at 5.00pm. from the look on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;shake's&lt;/span&gt; face, i could tell that he gave no shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;vignesh's&lt;/span&gt; statement by then as even he had already had enough. Who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;so then the whole party went on pretty well and it was a real success in the end &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;wif&lt;/span&gt; loads of food being left over. well since we were such generous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;, we decided to give them over to the workers, as they helped us set up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;so we all went home that night in a pretty full tummy, and just dropped on our respective beds.&lt;br /&gt;At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i did...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5679654561264109190-9105399763024560767?l=lankanking21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/9105399763024560767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5679654561264109190&amp;postID=9105399763024560767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/9105399763024560767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/9105399763024560767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-next.html' title='whats next?'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679654561264109190.post-4939314973010130217</id><published>2008-04-11T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:18:47.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cows.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>well, readers.....&lt;br /&gt;till this very second of my life, i've always thought that blogging was only meant for them boring, time wasting loosers that had nothing else better to do in their lives but write stories abt their day or passed experiences. but for some damned reason, my mindset had suddenly changed, hence making me to think otherwise now..hence, this title...pls dont ask wat made me change my mind, but there are reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is kinda like a new birth for me, as i hv a feeling that i'll be blogging pretty often from now on...so where do i start?? lets see..wat did i do today???&lt;br /&gt;oh yes...the bbq preps at shankar's farm..i hv to say, once i saw how his farm really looked, then only did i realise that all along, my perception of how a farm looked was really wrong..i thought that it would consist of a nice wooden hut wif thick white smoke clouding out of its chimney, few dairy cows grazing on a wide open field, a flock of beautiful white sheep beeing chased by two sheep dogs, and shankar being the lonely sheaphard...hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;but to my amazement, his farm started off wif a long rough and windy road, leading to a zinc shed sheltering a loud generator pumping water to generate electricity, a lump of old tar formed in such a way to look like a round a bout, and then a damn bloody huge barn consisting of approx 300 full crown cows...but wat ever said, this place gave me a strong sense of calmness and tranquility. i could practically taste the oxygen out of the air, as the whole area was surrounded by a jungle of palm trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as we reached, shankar showed us around the area where his three workers worked.. they were indian immigrants, if i've not mistaken. they were called murugan, chinnasamy, and muthu respectively by name, if i'm right...we took a big walk round his farm, and picked the spot where we were going to hv the bbq the following day. after so, we went back to his jeep and took out all the meat we had bought to be merinated. let me tell u this, we bought rm112 worth of chicken, and rm75 worth of lamb...i mean...thats hell of a lot of meat!!!! protein!!!! And as it turned out, i had to be the one to get my hands dirty in merinating all the meat. But for some reason, it felt good la wei...u know la...the soft, tender cold meat sliding through my fingers and all..lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after merinating all the meat, were were like..."where the fuck to put the meat now la?? where is the fridge???" then one of them workers came to our rescue, showing us to a heck of a large fridge that is used for storing the milk from the cows. so like after washing my hands and all, shankar showed us inside his cow barn..it was realy fascinating indeed, neglecting the sight of them cows dropping them shits all over the place, and stinking up the air with thick pungent gas.&lt;br /&gt;soon after, one of his workers allowed us to feed the cows some grass, or rather "chopped up grass" as shankar calls it. after lazing around for a good one hour, we left everything the way we want it to be tmr, and told the workers to take good care of the stuff..soon later, we chaoed back home....the rest is tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5679654561264109190-4939314973010130217?l=lankanking21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/feeds/4939314973010130217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5679654561264109190&amp;postID=4939314973010130217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/4939314973010130217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5679654561264109190/posts/default/4939314973010130217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lankanking21.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>lankan king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04792798107928095248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/82/57/14757528/194791203s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
