<?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-2141914353646386325</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:37:16.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green roses and grey phlegm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-4175985508676792137</id><published>2008-11-17T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:46:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kara.allthingsd.com/files/2008/06/barack-obama-official-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://kara.allthingsd.com/files/2008/06/barack-obama-official-small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its a little late and all blogging bout this issue but here's my two sens' worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama certainly made history as the first black to be elected to be the President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on a message of change, he managed to convince Americans, young and old, black and white, to propel him to the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading newspaper articles &amp;amp; blogs, eavesdropping on people's chitchats (yes,me bad), PARTICIPATING in conversations, I conclude that there is a wave of positivity around Obama's win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are waiting to see him fulfill THE promise he made, CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;Certainly,him winning the Presidential elections is already change by itself. But the world awaits his decisions when he takes office next year. What change is he gonna usher in? What decisions are he going to make?&lt;br /&gt;Will he get the troops in Iraq to retreat? Will he introduce revolutionary laws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, the world embraces Obama as their own. His roots stretch far, from Kenya to Indonesia to Hawaii. The general view is that because of all his 'connections', diplomatic relations will be better. Wars won't be started. FTAs will be kinder. No more 'campur tangan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fearthebeard.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/barack-obama-bw.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 438px;" src="http://www.fearthebeard.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/barack-obama-bw.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I,however refuse to be dragged into this euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I clap my hands at Obama's victory, seeing racial oppression finally being overcome.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I applaud how his campaign worked magnificently, reaching thru to the grassroots.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I admire his oratory skills, being a public speaker myself I admire his ability to stir emotions and inspire thru mere words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a single article I've read put Obama's win in a negative light.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single person moaned over his victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are more facts that people have overlooked, blinded by the excitement of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People forget ONE important fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Husein Obama is a Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the issue that has been pricking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has openly said that he does not oppose abortion, gay marriages.&lt;br /&gt;Now there are rumors that he plans to review stemcell research which has been blocked by the current boss, Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He CLAIMS to be a Christian but if all this rumors are true, I don't see anything shows him standing out defending the core beliefs of his faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed when the Republicans launched their gimmick; the poor Sarah Palin. She was a poorly thought decision which affected John McCain's chances.&lt;br /&gt;However, I salute the Comical Duo for their stand on these controversial issues like abortion &amp;amp; gay marriages.&lt;br /&gt;Even the HILARIOUS Sarah Palin for being renowned as a staunch advocate against these issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can call me a traditionalist. Do I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes George Bush was an idiot who couldn't even speak English correctly with his irritating Texan drawl. But I respect him for not bowing to pressure from millions of Americans to make decisions that contradict his faith. I respect him for standing for what he believed in.&lt;br /&gt;Under his admin, conservativeness ruled the day. Wait, I don't like the word conservative.&lt;br /&gt;Under his admin, ethics and humane values ruled the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, Obama talked so much on change.&lt;br /&gt;So far recent decisions show that he does not practice what he preaches. The appointment of Rahm Emanuel as his chief of staff is one clear example. Rahm Emanuel was formerly a Clinton man. There are also many prospective future appointments which indicate the return of Clinton-era of admin. Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,what change are we talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I however admit that the day is still young. The man Obama has not even officially begun his duties as President of USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather embarrass myself and eat my words when Obame really intridecus positive change rather than see my words come true.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it or not, I can safely say that the future of the world lies in America, lies on the shoulders of a 'scrawny boy with a weird name'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://usversusthem.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/barack-obama-is-on-fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 552px;" src="http://usversusthem.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/barack-obama-is-on-fire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God Bless Barack Obama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-4175985508676792137?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4175985508676792137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=4175985508676792137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/4175985508676792137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/4175985508676792137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-obama.html' title='Of Obama'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-485951715934116540</id><published>2008-11-05T18:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:33:59.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of A Long Way Down and custard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Books I'm currently reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SRFyhJfVfmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AUrXjBIBuFY/s1600-h/A_Long_Way_Down_Nick_Hornby__6194743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SRFyhJfVfmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AUrXjBIBuFY/s200/A_Long_Way_Down_Nick_Hornby__6194743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265115353181421154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;This is an awesome read, because it handles serious, thought-provoking subjects with humor, in a unique way. It's really amusing , and it covers a wide range of emotions. It's easy to relate to the characters, who are very humane, flawed and believable, while also being fascinating. Hornby uses humour extremely well to package a story that I felt really touched the core of issues like suicide, marital problems and the true meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The story is written in the first-person narrative from the points of view of the four main characters, Martin, Maureen, Jess and JJ. These four strangers happen to meet on the roof of a high building called Topper's House in London on New Year's Eve, each with the intent of committing suicide. Their plans for death, however, are ruined when they meet. The novel recounts their misadventures as they decide to come down from the roof alive and what happens after their decison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be biased though=)&lt;br /&gt;Am a fan of Nick Hornby's books. Check his other books, esp About A Boy which was also made into a movie. I really admire his trademark style of blending humour with serious issues. You''d think that you're reading some funny fluff but ACTUALLY, lotsa hidden mesages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SRF0Vxzbi7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/TnYHoR-wUCo/s1600-h/theafc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SRF0Vxzbi7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/TnYHoR-wUCo/s200/theafc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265117356867947442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earth, Air, Fire &amp;amp; Custard by Tom Holt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my favourite authors. If you haven't guessed, I like humour in my books. Tom Holt is THE King of random stories. Magic firm, junior clerks with magical powers, a new element in Earth, Audumla the Great Heavenly Cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how random he is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He however has successfully used randomness to craft excellent stories which lean towards fantasy and mythology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addictive,hilarious, suspe&lt;/span&gt;nce=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;J.W. Wells seemed to be a respectable establishment, but the company now paying Paul Carpenter's salary is in fact a deeply sinister organisation with a mighty peculiar management team. Paul thought he was getting the hang of it (particularly when he fell head over heels for his strangely alluring colleague Sophie), but death is never far away when you work at J.W. Wells. Unlike the stapler - that's always going awol. Our lovestruck hero is about to discover that custard is definitely in the eye of the beholder. And that it really stings. Tom Holt's exceedingly comic fantasies are populated with evil goblins, annoying sprites and people like us. However, it's not always possible to tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Read Tom Holt if you wanna unwind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I recommend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Snow White &amp;amp; The 7 Samurai'&lt;/span&gt; by Tom Holt.&lt;br /&gt;Really, really,really awesome book=) One of his best,IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SRF3azVewDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8cYe5zezmDc/s1600-h/0b11ec54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SRF3azVewDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8cYe5zezmDc/s320/0b11ec54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265120741713428530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every character from fairytales and nursery rhymes like HumptyDumpty, Goldilocks ALL of them in ONE novel. The kick out of the book is reading how Holt cleverly links all these characters in one story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the novel, three children hack into a computer system to find out what really goes on in fairy tales. As a result they find themselves actually inside the virtual fairy tale land. Their interference, though, has had serious consequences. They are the equivalent of a virus and the Operating System (Mirrors 3.1) is crashing around them and fairytale characters are exhibiting strange behaviour where famous fairytales have suddenly been altered and clashing into each other.&lt;br /&gt;Example, Snow White being protected by seven samurais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome eh=) &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/2141914353646386325-485951715934116540?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/485951715934116540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=485951715934116540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/485951715934116540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/485951715934116540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-long-way-down-and-custard.html' title='Of A Long Way Down and custard'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SRFyhJfVfmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AUrXjBIBuFY/s72-c/A_Long_Way_Down_Nick_Hornby__6194743.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-4412994389896609844</id><published>2008-11-05T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:15:40.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Chinese girls and jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a face like this what kinda music you'd expect to hear from her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SRFuNpOXBDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_GbEjvTjsOQ/s1600-h/0419beat420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SRFuNpOXBDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_GbEjvTjsOQ/s200/0419beat420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265110620056257586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ballads? Or those songs where her voice is like a pre-puberty girl who just inhaled helium? Or all those wee-waa songs like those by the crazily irritating Rainie Yang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listen to Joanna Wang Ruo-Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face like that, name like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opens her mouth to sing and amazement fills the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxLRowU3kg0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;I just totally dig her man. Her voice is OMGOSH CRAZY SIAO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Start From Here.&lt;br /&gt;One of her best, IMHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dunno how to describe, but its like you're being brought on a journey with her voice as the driver, passing by mountains, streams, and billowing tress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I always say, its MY taste and my opinion la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.crienglish.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Taiwan sin&lt;/span&gt;ger Joanna Wang just released her first album, titled Start From Here. Gifted with unique jazz vocals, Wang earned her applause in her early teens; and when she was 18, she entered the music scene with her first full-length English album. Featuring 12 tracks, Start From Here includes three self-penned songs by Joanna and renditions of classics like Spandau Ballet's TRUE, Billy Joel's New York State of Mind and I Love You, Joanna's take on David Tao's popular ballad "Love is Simple". Adored by her followers as the Queen of Midnight, Joanna's amazing voice has indeed helped to relax tired spirits. With today's China Beat, we will talk with Joanna Wang and take on a jazzy journey through her crooning ballads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The song we are hearing now is the title song, Start From Here. A story about love, yet, the caption may pun on how the young artist feels about her introduction into the music industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Hopefully it will just give me more room for future album. Like you know, you've got established some working relationship with your label before you are given more freedom to make more ideal music."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Born in Taipei, Joanna Wang moved to California when she was about 7 years old. And her bond with music started early as she taught herself guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"There was a lot of fun (playing guitar)which made me happy, like a hobby. I didn't really think that much into it until 16 that I got this opportunity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The opportunity Joanna Wang talked about was that her father, Bing Wang, who helped her step into the music business and prepared to release her first album, Start From Here. As a reputed musician in Taiwan, Bing Wang has worked as producer for many celebrated singers, such as David Tao and the girls band S.H.E. So it is no wonder that Joanna grew up with music around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(For No Reason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The song we are listening to is the 8th track called For No Reason, which is a co-effort by Joanna and her father, Bing Wang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"That song is about how I don't like how the media and the society in general take everything so seriously and they like to over-analyze every little thing which is actuality has no meaning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There are three songs penned by Joanna Wang in the album. Lost Taipei is one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"That's just how I feel about cities in general, not just Taipei, maybe Los Angles. I feel a city of its romance and loneliness and just cities with special mood to it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Lost Taipei)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(I Love You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Aside from showcasing her own creation talents, Joanna Wang also has some renditions of classics like Spandau Ballet's TRUE, Billy Joel's New York State of Mind and I Love You, Joanna's take on David Tao's popular ballad "Love is Simple". The song we are hearing now is Joanna's interpretation of Love Is Simple—I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(I Love You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When asked if she was worried that her recognition would be obscured by the original performer, Joanna Wang seems to be more concerned about music than her own ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Actually I didn't think much about it. I didn't really think how people are going to react to it. I just went to the studio and did it. Cause they are good tracks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Stages of Flying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some critics consider Joanna Wang as a Chinese answer to Japan's Ono Lisa and America's Norah Jones. Her soothing voice can bring peace to the listener as it just reaches inside, penetrating the heart instantly. Joanna's music is like herself-simple and pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"I would hope that next album is more personal, an album of original compositions. At the moment, there are music festivals that have a lot of fun to go. Because people go there for music. That's what music festival is about. I think that's where you can perform the most pure music cause you don't do it for commercial reasons. You just go there to sing your heart out and play your heart out. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Stages of Flying, which we are hearing now is Joanna's favorite on the deck as she says it is more personal. And with this song, we came to the end of today's China Beat.. Your comments and suggestions are always welcomed. You can email us at chinabeat@crifm.com. You can also log on to our website at www.crienglish.com and listen to our program any time, anywhere. This is Zhong Qiu from Beijing. Bye for now.&lt;/span&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/2141914353646386325-4412994389896609844?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4412994389896609844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=4412994389896609844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/4412994389896609844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/4412994389896609844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-chinese-girls-and-jazz.html' title='Of Chinese girls and jazz'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SRFuNpOXBDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/_GbEjvTjsOQ/s72-c/0419beat420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-1653790771397220641</id><published>2008-11-05T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:40:44.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of computers and Isaac Asimov</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;- my English essay for the Final Exams, could be better, but here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The computer has changed society today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you agree? Support your opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the inventor of the computer first introduced the tool that would completely revolutionize the world in the years to come, the public scoffed at the idea. People believed that the computer was a mere figment of a man’s overactive imagination, a concept that only existed in science fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2008 and you can see how the computer has become a necessity in the 21st century. The invention that came into existence from a singe idea in man truly proves the age-old adage right; before man can fly, man must dream. Who would have thought that an object with an endless supply of statistical data and unrivalled artificial intelligence would be a reality rather than a mere concoction by renowned science-fiction authors like Isaac Asimov and Phillip K. Dick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statement ‘computer has changed society today’ could not be truer. If in the past, dogs were said to be man’s best friend. Now, the personal computer has taken up its right to the title. Why is it so, you may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer has introduced new ways and solutions to work. Any confidential or important information can be encrypted into the memory of the computer with just a click of your fingertips, safe from prying eyes. In the past, one would have to crack his brain trying to think of a suitable place to keep his important documents. Activities that were so hassling and time wasting are now simplified by this masterpiece of mankind. With the introduction of word-processing software like Microsoft Word and Open Office, one need not complain anymore of blisters caused by hours of writing with a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, the computer is a window of knowledge. Through the International Network or better known by its layman’s term of the Internet, everyone of every age or creed has access to information of endless and mind-numbing quantities. The latest updates on the earthquake in Sichuan, China are just a click away. The computer has become a tool for learning and enhancing one’s abilities. Through the Internet, you can learn how to whip up an enticing dish of fish curry or even learn hundreds of techniques to tie your shoelace! There is now no need to spend back-breaking hours at the library just to research for information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer has also become a new entertainment hub. One can play games, listen to the latest Rihanna song or to just surf the Web. The word ‘boredom’ has evaporated from the current generation’s mind with the advent of the computer. It has changed how people spend their leisure time. One negative aspect of this however is that people are more reluctant to get out into the sun and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the computer has changed the way people communicate. “I’ll give you a call later” has now been replaced by, “I’ll e-mail you later”. One does not need to burn a hole in his or her pocket to call their loved ones who are overseas. In this era of computer technology, one can send e-mails or even have a face-to-face conversation with someone using the computer. The practice of writing letters to penpals has become extinct as online chatrooms and forums have become the modern way to meeting ‘cyber-friends’ from all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion of the above statements, I strongly agree that the computer has changed society today. In fact, the computer has revitalized, reenergized and revamped the way we live our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, the computer is mankind’s best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2141914353646386325-1653790771397220641?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1653790771397220641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=1653790771397220641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/1653790771397220641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/1653790771397220641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-computers-and-isaac-asimov.html' title='Of computers and Isaac Asimov'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-8923080526478093937</id><published>2008-10-26T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:16:12.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds Apart-Jars of Clay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Worlds Apart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am the only one to blame for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow it all ends up the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soaring on the wings of selfish pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I flew too high and like Icarus I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a world I try so hard to leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To rid myself of all but love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to give and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To turn away and not become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more deeply than the oceans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more abundant than the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of a world embracing every heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I be the one to sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or grip the spear and watch the blood and water flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To love you - take my world apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To need you - I am on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To love you - take my world apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To need you - broken on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All said and done I stand alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amongst remains of a life I should not own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It takes all I am to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the mercy that covers me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you really have to die for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I am for all you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look beyond the empty cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forgetting what my life has cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and wipe away the crimson stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"dull the nails that still remain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More and more I need you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I owe you more each passing hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the battle between grace and pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I gave up not so long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So steal my heart and take the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and wash the feet and cleanse my pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take the selfish, take the weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all the things I cannot hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take the beauty, take my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the sin-soaked heart and make it yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take my world all apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take it now, take it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and serve the ones that I despise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;speak the words I can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watch the world I used to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fall to dust and thrown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look beyond the empty cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forgetting what my life has cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so wipe away the crimson stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"dull the nails that still remains"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so steal my heart and take the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take the selfish, take the weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all the things I cannot hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take the beauty, take my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take my world apart, take my world apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pray, I pray, I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take my world apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-8923080526478093937?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8923080526478093937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=8923080526478093937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/8923080526478093937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/8923080526478093937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/worlds-apart-jars-of-clay.html' title='Worlds Apart-Jars of Clay'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-5735957940594599009</id><published>2008-10-26T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:09:30.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.S LEWIS SONG - Brooke Fraser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words of C.S Lewis in this song by Brooke Fraser. Love the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.S LEWIS SONG - Brooke Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can only conclude that I was not made for here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If the flesh that i fight is at best only light and momentary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speak to me in the light of the dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mercy comes with the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i lost or just found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For we, we are not long here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope is coming for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope, He's coming&lt;/span&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/2141914353646386325-5735957940594599009?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5735957940594599009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=5735957940594599009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/5735957940594599009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/5735957940594599009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/cs-lewis-song-brooke-fraser.html' title='C.S LEWIS SONG - Brooke Fraser'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-4550588186306461230</id><published>2008-10-25T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:01:28.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of exams and minyak angin</title><content type='html'>Guess who finished his exams yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my results and overview of the exams when I get all of them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, guess who scored the top 1% in Malaysia in the 2008 ICAS-English paper from UNSW? ( International Competitions and Assessments for Schools, Universuty of New South Wales)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely happy about it, thank God la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, have I told anyone bout my addiction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minyak Angin Cap Kapak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like my loyal companion to exams. One whiff of it can calm the heart and mind=)&lt;br /&gt;Kinda of an addiction la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad says its the secret to my success,bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The it was Vicks Vapor Rub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a need to sniff sosmething *gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dontworrry, minyak angin won't start drugs=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-4550588186306461230?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4550588186306461230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=4550588186306461230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/4550588186306461230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/4550588186306461230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-exams-and-minyak-angin.html' title='Of exams and minyak angin'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-9192046099272993717</id><published>2008-09-14T10:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:06:11.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of A Second Chance and Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was CRAZY I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way from KL to PJ on LRT with my fellow clowns/camwhores/drunkards; Jacob &amp;amp; Benny.&lt;br /&gt;All the way to catch Second Chance at my church.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk about spirit eh! Beat all you PJ peeps FLAAT out I tell ya =P&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyM2ctllXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GjjdEUgNOSE/s1600-h/Image%28663%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyM2ctllXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GjjdEUgNOSE/s200/Image%28663%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245722533028009330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D&amp;amp;B&amp;amp;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine the look on my face when I saw approx. HUNDRED people lining up to get tickets at the Masjid Jamek Station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This people are supposed to be FASTING not berebut with me for my LRT tix!"&lt;/span&gt; *thought Derek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God loves me=)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for ticketing machines. The line was MUCH shorter there.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, Malaysians ARE techno-illiterate I guess.&lt;br /&gt;They'd rather line up behind a hundred stinky, sweaty people rather than get into a line at the ticketing machine along with less stinky, sweaty people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted around 15mins there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN CHURCH AT 3.20 TO USHER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jacob &amp;amp; Benny were talking really LOUDLY about how Carrefour food tastes really good, JayaJusco staff being paid well &amp;amp; Benny's lift ( as in elevator) catching on fire.&lt;br /&gt;We had our Muslim relatives staring at us when we were talking about the food=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked EVEN louder! BAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best train ride of my life=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Taman Paramount station, I was freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;We were late (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, only me la&lt;/span&gt;), no taxi in sight &amp;amp; the station looks SCARILY deserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was AFRAID ( and he's the biggest guy around that I know of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snigger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I said earlier, God loves us=)&lt;br /&gt;There was ONE taxi right at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though God-sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The play Second Chance was okay I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, but I had really high hopes and was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;The plot was flat and it was not engaging.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Silver Airplanes last year which got me reaching for my packet of Carrefour tissues, there was no emotional connection for the play yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The stage and the audience were far apart. Even for scenes which were supposed to be touching, I just couldn't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no offence to the production team who certainly worked their butts off.&lt;br /&gt;Bravo to the the entire team for Harvest '08!&lt;br /&gt;And the dances were GOOD=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play was when the FUN really began.&lt;br /&gt;Derek &amp;amp; Benjamin &amp;amp; Jacob ( according to height) decided to have dinner as J was hungry as usual while B was feeling feverish due to a 30min phone call =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;Decided that we were broke enough.&lt;br /&gt;Decided that we shall go to SS2 for some good-ol' charkueyteow &amp;amp; ice-kacang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a Bazaar Ramadhan in front of JayaOne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyG7gSrpWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CK2KrMJhoZE/s1600-h/Image%28648%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyG7gSrpWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CK2KrMJhoZE/s200/Image%28648%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245716022818481506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us walked for like TEN times??&lt;br /&gt;Before we decided to give in to the temptation of the ayam goreng which was wafting its aroma into our nostrils=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought food there and ate behind a bus stop, under a tree, on a picnic table!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyKCwuHyMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hf_ttfEqX74/s1600-h/Image%28657%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyKCwuHyMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Hf_ttfEqX74/s200/Image%28657%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245719446022506690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even bought FORKS from a minimarket to eat. Super semangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyG8NiV_NI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DE8GXWnuQ7M/s1600-h/Image%28651%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyG8NiV_NI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DE8GXWnuQ7M/s200/Image%28651%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245716034963766482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyG8ntbtoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_C5uG2LyuNA/s1600-h/Image%28652%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyG8ntbtoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_C5uG2LyuNA/s200/Image%28652%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245716041989600898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyKCKYOLdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/H9sNlo4LG9c/s1600-h/Image%28653%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyKCKYOLdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/H9sNlo4LG9c/s200/Image%28653%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245719435730103762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quote of the day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Benjamin buying fried kueyteow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stall helper&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nak cili tak&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin         :   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tak nak, tapi saya nak cili jeruk tu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Stall helper&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pffft hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyKCUI6c4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/v1Fy9os_EyY/s1600-h/Image%28654%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyKCUI6c4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/v1Fy9os_EyY/s200/Image%28654%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245719438350250882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short, we had fun &amp;amp; bought WAAAY too much food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Derek Kok touched a girl =_=&lt;br /&gt;And stop calling me a perv, Benny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because I turned around to wave goodbye to B&amp;amp;J as I stepped out of the LRT &amp;amp; I ACCIDENTALLY touched a lady behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no fret, I didn't think I touched anything important (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;), most probably it was her thigh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing was; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the lady smiled at me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was startled la at first, could see it on her face.&lt;br /&gt;But only God knows why she &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Either it's because I apologised or she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I didn't notice la, but Ben said she was smoking hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pikchaas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyG8exf1hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zy0Y6mifRMY/s1600-h/Image%28650%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyG8exf1hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zy0Y6mifRMY/s200/Image%28650%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245716039590729234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyM2n18HcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6Bft6PMg-ZY/s1600-h/Image%28661%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyM2n18HcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6Bft6PMg-ZY/s200/Image%28661%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245722536015830466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyM1sXKX5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Pbp-lcgLq38/s1600-h/Image%28658%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyM1sXKX5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Pbp-lcgLq38/s200/Image%28658%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245722520049049490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyM1wX-0GI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7AIVZAhuinc/s1600-h/Image%28659%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyM1wX-0GI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7AIVZAhuinc/s200/Image%28659%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245722521126228066" 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/2141914353646386325-9192046099272993717?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9192046099272993717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=9192046099272993717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/9192046099272993717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/9192046099272993717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-second-chance-and-ramadhan.html' title='Of A Second Chance and Ramadhan'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMyM2ctllXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GjjdEUgNOSE/s72-c/Image%28663%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-8939418665800576225</id><published>2008-09-12T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:10:44.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of biology and Maggi</title><content type='html'>Derek loves AddMaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek loves Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek loves Bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek does not love Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Derek loves BIOLOGY=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Ohwell I shall post about it another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maggi goreng satu,mamak!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-8939418665800576225?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8939418665800576225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=8939418665800576225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/8939418665800576225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/8939418665800576225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-biology-and-maggi.html' title='Of biology and Maggi'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-4098108435962830576</id><published>2008-09-12T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:06:44.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of murals and Salmah</title><content type='html'>Sorry, Benny! Absolutely no inspiration to type out something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those dang murals have sucked the life out of me. For those not in the know, every society has been given a wall to to perform magic and make a mural appear. Sucky  thing is, we have to follow a theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what they gave to ELADS ( English Language &amp;amp; Drama Society where I'm the president).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Memartabatkan Sekolah Kebangsaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now what are gonna draw!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did quite nicely and were among the two teams in running to win Best Mural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green killed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the end result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMpjVxH38uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ql4Ola7BPB4/s1600-h/P9100088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMpjVxH38uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ql4Ola7BPB4/s320/P9100088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245113941641130722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in my life that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyuckkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other mural which is competing against ELADS is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMpmbzwPvMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hl8hUI4p3Iw/s1600-h/P9100089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMpmbzwPvMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hl8hUI4p3Iw/s320/P9100089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245117343961431234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happens to be I'm the Naib Pengerusi for this Persatuan Moral too=)&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I win=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm also involved for the Tennis Club mural ( yes, Derek plays tennis)&lt;br /&gt;Its is..well.. okay I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at our spot yesterday, there was a Nissan Serena ( its a CAR) parked RIIIIGHT in front of our wall. How in the world were we gonna paint????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with Syahir certainly rubs off some craziness oon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeking inside the car, we saw a nametag, pinned onto a blue shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALMAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SENIOR SECURITY OFFICER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we put two and two together &amp;amp; figured out that she worked at Dynasty Hotel right infront of our school because the shirt resembled Dynasty's uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so pissed off with no space for us to even draw or paint anything, we did what real men would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push the car=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, handbrake wasn't  used. So we did what we had to=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know those stickers which are bright fluorescent-colored,where can write stuff on it?&lt;br /&gt;God knows where Syahir found it but he wrote &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I'M SALMAH"&lt;/span&gt; on it and stuck it RIGHT onto the windshield of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he started painting the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CAARR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was AWESOME I tell you=)&lt;br /&gt;Splotches of paint all over the car.&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kononnya, Mr. Lau told him to cuz he was pissed that tis SALMAH parked in his lot..Bahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the nice guy Denzie is ( well actually on my orders), he pinjam a cloth from canteen and started cleaning the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I'M SALMAH" &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stayed=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the cool thing happened TODAY when we got back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denzie lost his pencilcase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last time we ALL saw it,  it was on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SALMAH&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hen our mural was vandalised with, of all things, MANGO FLESH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(How'd we know it was mango flesh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Looked like it, smelled like it, tasted like it )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thought on EVERYONE'S minds were.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"REVENGE OF THE SALMAH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She will get us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-4098108435962830576?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4098108435962830576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=4098108435962830576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/4098108435962830576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/4098108435962830576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-murals-and-salmah.html' title='Of murals and Salmah'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SMpjVxH38uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ql4Ola7BPB4/s72-c/P9100088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-9203723196532474598</id><published>2008-09-01T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:57:51.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of shoes and more shoes</title><content type='html'>Don't feel like typing.&lt;br /&gt;My creative juices are not flowing. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Went shoe-shopping today at Bata Warehouse  Sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really good sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvXUDnYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pTl1M_P3RFU/s1600-h/Image%28631%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvXUDnYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pTl1M_P3RFU/s320/Image%28631%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241019330943543138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-people-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvXUQiVvXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D2pvjheBi4Q/s1600-h/Image%28632%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvXUQiVvXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/D2pvjheBi4Q/s320/Image%28632%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241019334412057970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-no idea who he is-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bought a pair of leather shoes and a pair of sport shoes. Wanted to buy futsal shoes, but sadly no size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvYd4IbaCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/w8tWfW-TFD0/s1600-h/Image%28636%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvYd4IbaCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/w8tWfW-TFD0/s320/Image%28636%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241020599171246114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvXURavzFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GiEOleuxtPY/s1600-h/Image%28635%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvXURavzFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GiEOleuxtPY/s320/Image%28635%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241019334648646738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I realised I have big feet. I THOUGHT I was a size 6/7, but end up buying size8 for the leather shoes and size9 for the sport shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;BESARNYA!!&lt;br /&gt;Wait I don't think its my feet, the shoes are either small or wrongly labeled la=) I don't believe I have that big a foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,its a good day=) had wanted to get my shoes for a LOOONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if you don't know...Derek Kok loves his shoes=) Give him 1million bucks,he'll spend half of it on shoes. But, don't worry Derek still loves the opposite species k? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, wait for my next post on the Puasa month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-9203723196532474598?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9203723196532474598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=9203723196532474598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/9203723196532474598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/9203723196532474598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-shoes-and-more-shoes.html' title='Of shoes and more shoes'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvXUDnYZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pTl1M_P3RFU/s72-c/Image%28631%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-909846853842445966</id><published>2008-09-01T17:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:36:26.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of gold medals and gold chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,sourced from the many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; blogs that I read =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 REASONS LEE CHONG WEI LOST THE OLYMPICS FINAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLu9TS1wluI/AAAAAAAAADE/OIzla-EaMrM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLu9TS1wluI/AAAAAAAAADE/OIzla-EaMrM/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240990730548188898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.   FENGSHUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you people really watched badminton during Olympics, you'd kinda know that well, Malaysian players were kicked out pretty fast. The cool thing about it was that Wong Mew Choo,Zakry Latif-Fairuzizuan and our hero himself, DATO' Chong Wei ALLLL wore black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the color BLACK, which is so often equated with BAD LUCK, SUAY,DEATH and COOL.&lt;br /&gt;But for this case, BLACK ain't cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLu9TQ8YG6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NTT1uhIMkFo/s1600-h/Lee+Chong+Wei3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLu9TQ8YG6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/NTT1uhIMkFo/s320/Lee+Chong+Wei3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240990730039073698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;-the black shirt-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All of them Malaysians who wore black ( FULL ATTIRE mind you,lagi suay) suffered disappointment and lost at one of the most prestigious competitions in the world. I mean, China  players including Lin Dan wore Red or Yellow . For the final, Lin Dan wore YELLOW, now thats a very 'wong' color=) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'wong' means lucky &amp;amp; also yellow in Cantonese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who won?? Mr. Lin Dan in  his Yellow shirt,with all the good luck =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the match between LCW and Lee Hyun-Il WHICH our Dato' won, the Dato' wore YELLOW. Yes, the 'wong' color. The lucky one. He won=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLu9TH0mSII/AAAAAAAAAC0/hFweemdBqnM/s1600-h/091807_lee_chong_wei2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLu9TH0mSII/AAAAAAAAAC0/hFweemdBqnM/s320/091807_lee_chong_wei2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240990727590529154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;-yellow shirt-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.     GOLD CHAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes the gold chain. In fact the very gold chain that LCW wears is SUPPOSED to neutralise the negative fengshui from his Black shirt ( cuz it's gold?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I suspect the gold is not pure, that's why he lost =) bahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the gold chain also hinders him from executing jumping smashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he jumps, the weight pulls him down.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he stretches to retrieve a shot by LinDan, the chain flings up onto his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame the gold chain!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.     FACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Compare LinDan's face with that of LeeChongWei's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvBBbBcPaI/AAAAAAAAADk/q5t0lF9I9RM/s1600-h/few.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvBBbBcPaI/AAAAAAAAADk/q5t0lF9I9RM/s320/few.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240994821553536418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvBBaBB_eI/AAAAAAAAADc/pqekRrM_46E/s1600-h/lin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvBBaBB_eI/AAAAAAAAADc/pqekRrM_46E/s320/lin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240994821283380706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give them both the role of The Joker from 'The Dark Knight' and make them up with the extra long smile, the unruly hair, just make them look like The Joker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which one of them, will freak you out?&lt;br /&gt;Ask a kid or ChinHuiYing who really give you the chills and cause you to have recurring nughtmares NIGHT after NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its LinDan I tell you. He looks like the Chinese version of the Devil!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God his surname is Lin, not Tan. Or he'll actually be Mr S.A. Tan himself=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvCk2WOpKI/AAAAAAAAADs/6TfjaFsOsos/s1600-h/lin_dan_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvCk2WOpKI/AAAAAAAAADs/6TfjaFsOsos/s320/lin_dan_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240996529695532194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;-roarrr i will eat you!!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His face looks so intimidating with his opera eyebrows, bloodshot eyes &amp;amp; evil smirk on that face.&lt;br /&gt;And Malaysia has Lee Chong Wei who looks like he's gonna cry any second to try and win the Gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like asking Spongebob Squarepants to go save the world and defeat The Joker or any other villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Chong Wei looked super scared,he thought he'd seen The Devil =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How to win la=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.     EARPLUGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you're up against a China player IN China at home ground, the only way you're gonna win is either you're damn good or you wear Earplugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvETVP4GRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QF1VLEYQRZs/s1600-h/_44710531_earthquake_spectators416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvETVP4GRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QF1VLEYQRZs/s320/_44710531_earthquake_spectators416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240998427775998226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;-the reason for earplugs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.     NICOL DAVID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final reason Lee Chong Wei didn't win was because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE ISN'T NICOL DAVID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvETWrB1hI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7NUVE3mnF7o/s1600-h/_42360854_david_getty.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLvETWrB1hI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7NUVE3mnF7o/s320/_42360854_david_getty.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240998428158318098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;-this Dato' is NOT that Dato'-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So lets all lobby for Squash to be include in London Olympics 2012!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2141914353646386325-909846853842445966?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/909846853842445966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=909846853842445966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/909846853842445966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/909846853842445966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-gold-medals-and-gold-chains.html' title='Of gold medals and gold chains'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLu9TS1wluI/AAAAAAAAADE/OIzla-EaMrM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-9141765852314783692</id><published>2008-08-30T11:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:59:59.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Merdeka &amp; random pics</title><content type='html'>Random pics from Maxwell=)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLjDe0OuPQI/AAAAAAAAACc/UAUWw62yLfE/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLjDe0OuPQI/AAAAAAAAACc/UAUWw62yLfE/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240153100629458178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Nathaneal,the boy Denzie is in love with-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLjEbguYzMI/AAAAAAAAACk/RxS77Kb5rls/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLjEbguYzMI/AAAAAAAAACk/RxS77Kb5rls/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240154143365582018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-the hat 4Azam+Bestari made&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLjFdBLblRI/AAAAAAAAACs/-AhEk4T5KxY/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLjFdBLblRI/AAAAAAAAACs/-AhEk4T5KxY/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240155268768830738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Syahir the Gay 0r Metrosexual? ( I have no idea)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All stolen from Denzie the  chimp=) click him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://d3nz13c1x.blogspot.com/"&gt; HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-9141765852314783692?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9141765852314783692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=9141765852314783692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/9141765852314783692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/9141765852314783692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-merdeka-random-pics.html' title='Of Merdeka &amp; random pics'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLjDe0OuPQI/AAAAAAAAACc/UAUWw62yLfE/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-8326958419116980606</id><published>2008-08-29T16:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T11:03:51.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of 'jeepas' and flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey people ( I wonder if there are actually PEOPLE reading this blog)&lt;br /&gt;So much to blog about, but so lil time.. Had a FAR OUT holidays, went out on many loner visits around KayEll, had may trips in the LRT (oh and LRTs are REAAALLLY efficient!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday Maxwell had Ambang Merdeka celebrations and yours truly was asked to perform a 'sajak'. A little background check, Derek Kok Qi Ren is a darn romantic poet=) He writes and recites,and has strong leanings to the Malay language as he feels Bahasa Malaysia is a superbly intricate,beautiful, artistic &amp;amp; flowery language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good for romantic poets like me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day went good. Me was dressed up in a really nice 'jeepa', courtesy of Karthik Kalyanaraman. But kinda uncomfortable in those 'rempit' pants tho.. But all in all, as USUAL I looked SMASHING =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLexBh_WQCI/AAAAAAAAABA/vVOveR1AZQ8/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLexBh_WQCI/AAAAAAAAABA/vVOveR1AZQ8/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239851331330916386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-the poet himself-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLexB1kUgWI/AAAAAAAAABI/VdsaR5ftpAs/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLexB1kUgWI/AAAAAAAAABI/VdsaR5ftpAs/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239851336586264930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-the poet &amp;amp; the terbalik flag-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLexCH51ItI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2nJvQKK-fU0/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLexCH51ItI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2nJvQKK-fU0/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239851341508322002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-the performance-  &lt;/span&gt;(man I look short)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I hadn't performed since last year I guess. So a batch of new teachers didn't know of my ahem, "ASSETS".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of course, like many other times MANY people thought I'm Malay. Thus another round of teachers telling a batch of other teachers that my name is DEREK KOK QI REN and I'm a friggin Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh and I'm a famous property of SMK Maxwell&lt;/span&gt;, just say my name and everyone'll know who you talking about ( cheh perasan)&lt;br /&gt;There's even a former Maxwell teacher at Taman Sea, Pn. Siti Nur Azlina.&lt;br /&gt;So go on=) go ask her bout ME=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the highlight of the day was the performance by Benjamin &amp;amp; Jacob. Jacob played the guitar, and Benjamin the Pikachu sang err, whats that song again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nevermind,point is they BLEW you away.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome performance I tell you. Oh, and Benjamin's "SAHAM" totally shot up! Teeheheh, If you're reading this Ben, SHE was entranced=)&lt;br /&gt; The look on her face was priceless, you BLEW her away. And that's not even a ballad or lovesong,just a PATROTIC song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLexCfLDbJI/AAAAAAAAABY/4U9y2OfqF18/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLexCfLDbJI/AAAAAAAAABY/4U9y2OfqF18/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239851347754577042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLexCfLDbJI/AAAAAAAAABY/4U9y2OfqF18/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;derek &amp;amp; "pikachu" &amp;amp; jacob;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;according to height&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLe0EJM1PeI/AAAAAAAAABg/xk5dkiQxVyE/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLe0EJM1PeI/AAAAAAAAABg/xk5dkiQxVyE/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239854674751077858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLe0EJM1PeI/AAAAAAAAABg/xk5dkiQxVyE/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see no evil; say no evil; hear no evil-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLe0EUuuvFI/AAAAAAAAABo/khFbgSWTk_I/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLe0EUuuvFI/AAAAAAAAABo/khFbgSWTk_I/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239854677846047826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;horny deprived people-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All in all, a good day=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2141914353646386325-8326958419116980606?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8326958419116980606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=8326958419116980606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/8326958419116980606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/8326958419116980606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/updatiing-for-derek-d.html' title='Of &apos;jeepas&apos; and flags'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLexBh_WQCI/AAAAAAAAABA/vVOveR1AZQ8/s72-c/DSC_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-5549617572223218988</id><published>2008-08-24T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:38:01.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of weird birds and blur girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A rare species of birds have recently been spotted near Ulu Yam, Selangor specifically at the Hutan Lipur Sungai Tua. A group of teenagers from a Christian youth group out on their Form 4 trip reported this exciting news as they were cooking mushrooms and running after inflatable balls in the laundry-washing waters of Sungai Tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bird lovers all across the country have pricked their ears and steadied their camera-toting arms, eager to catch a glimpse of the JACLYNBIRD bird species. However they might be better off buying hearing aids to help them in their cause as the JACLYNBIRD is painfully quiet yet cute and feels at ease with humans. More information on this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; According to a National Council of Weird Paranormal Abnormal Bird Hybrids spokesman, the JACLYNBIRD can be found mainly in Petaling Jaya,especially at Damansara Jaya where students of a secondary school were believed to have spotted this unique bird. There were also reports of the JACLYNBIRD seen roaming around Heritage Centre, a church building in Section 13/6, Petaling Jaya belonging to Petaling Jaya Evangelical Free Church. The spokesman concluded that the recent spotting of the JACLYNBIRD was unusual as Ulu Yam is 24KM away from the bird's natural habitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Incidentally, the youth group who reported the sighting of the JACLYNBIRD were from the very church that the bird is often spotted in, that is Petaling Jaya Evangelical Free Church. This bird is believed to own strong emotional attachments to people and possesses unique traits unlike any other bird. Therefore, it is safe to conclude that the JACLYNBIRD feels a sense of belonging to the particular church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A TIP FROM OUR VERY OWN 'WEIRD BIRD' EXPERT&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bird lovers who wish to catch a glimpse of the JACLYNBIRD can do so by visiting Impact Youth Ministry at 4pm every Saturday or drop by for Bible Knowledge Class on Sunday at PJEFC. A word of caution though, birdlovers should constantly maintain silence because "THE JACLYNBIRD CAN ONLY BE HEARD IF ONLY YOU KEEP REALLY REALLY QUIET", as quoted by ChinHuiYing of the Federation of Leapyear Babies Who Are Also Bimbos. You would have a better chance trying to talk to it rather than listening for it as the JACLYNBIRD emits a very low frequency chirp/birdcall/noise/sound/voice. Again,"THE JACLYNBIRD CAN ONLY BE HEARD IF ONLY YOU KEEP REALLY REALLY QUIET". Approach JACLYNBIRD politely &amp;amp; say hello, and impress it by constantly saying "HUHH???" just like Jaclyn Yee, a JACLYNBIRD expert who has won numerous accolades as a renowned JACLYNBIRD trapper. Women also have a higher chance of spotting or catching the JACLYNBIRD even though it is scientifically proven that the JACLYNBIRD is indeed female,unless of course you happen to be a male 14 year-old teen studying at SMKDU who can't be named here due to privacy reasons. So, all the best birdlovers=) go get em JACLYNBIRD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;KNOW YOUR "JACLYNBIRD" FACTS&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; JACLYNBIRD is a female bird belonging to the YEE family. A JACLYNBIRD is best known for the habit of TRYING to mimick and copy the sounds of other birds, but always fails. However this failure often produces a sound unlike no other,which has been described as cute and adorable by many bird lovers. During the season known as 'THE TIME WHEN JAC YEE GETS BLUR', the JACLYNBIRD often emits a sound which closely resembles a 'HUHHHHHHHH???' by the respected Jaclyn Yee, whom the JACLYNBIRD was named after.&lt;br /&gt;The JACLYNBIRD is known to be really afraid of spiders and Kerry Lee. The sight of a spider even a few cars away can cause the JACLYNBIRD to shriek and scream in horror. This bird shares a similar trait with the parrot owned by Jeff Dunham; both can't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Description&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Large-sized songbird which is 5foot-tall and shorter than the average human.&lt;br /&gt;* No tail.&lt;br /&gt;* Long feathers only on top of head: like humans.&lt;br /&gt;* Not too thick or too thin bill.&lt;br /&gt;* Two wings with individual fingers.&lt;br /&gt;* Front teeth protrudes slightly.&lt;br /&gt;* Black feathers.&lt;br /&gt;* Size: 5 feet&lt;br /&gt;* Wingspan: 2 feet&lt;br /&gt;* Weight: 45kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLixZR1voKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_Y0vFIm0AOM/s1600-h/1_292718923l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLixZR1voKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_Y0vFIm0AOM/s320/1_292718923l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240133214289240226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- jaclynbird =D -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sex Differences&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only available in female form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sound&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song is a series of varied phrases, the most common being " HUHH??? ". Includes much mimicry and copying of other bird songs and calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conservation Status&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one found so far but not facing threats of extinction for at least another 60 years, God willing. Found in Petaling Jaya, but have been spotted once in Ulu Yam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cool Facts&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Feeds on rice, char kuay teow, roti canai and all things Malaysian&lt;br /&gt;* The JACLYNBIRD is a persistent singer. It sings all through the day mimicking other bird callers&lt;br /&gt;and emitting a long and loud " HUHHH??? "&lt;br /&gt;* The JACLYNBIRD continues to add new sounds to its song repertoire throughout its life.&lt;br /&gt;* Has an extremely high IQ and has done exceptionally well in human examinations, notably the PMR and SMKDJ midterms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEOPLE WITH MORE INFORMATION OF THE HIGHLY RARE JACLYNBIRD,PLEASE EMAIL &lt;/span&gt;gigaderek292@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the JACLYNBIRD will be posted soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-5549617572223218988?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5549617572223218988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=5549617572223218988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/5549617572223218988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/5549617572223218988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-weird-birds-and-blur-girls.html' title='Of weird birds and blur girls'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLixZR1voKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_Y0vFIm0AOM/s72-c/1_292718923l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-7169729066356423413</id><published>2008-08-22T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:46:23.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of pure awesomeness... :)</title><content type='html'>Hello, people of the world!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; Derek Kok. Even though I'm as smart as him, as cool as him (maybe cooler), born on the same day as him, prettier than him, but I am not so vain. Narcissistic, maybe. But not vain :D Hehehe, I am kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however hack into his blogger (by permission lah ofcourse) and totally gay//retardify his blog, but ah well. It's a tad better, no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say to you. I might come back if and when I feel like it. Full access to the blog yo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Oh yes, don't forget to visit &lt;a href="http://misshuiying.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://misshuiying.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it? &lt;a href="http://misshuiying.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://misshuiying.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-7169729066356423413?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7169729066356423413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=7169729066356423413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/7169729066356423413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/7169729066356423413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-pure-awesomeness.html' title='Of pure awesomeness... :)'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-4981664247238580844</id><published>2008-08-19T16:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:48:25.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of tortilla wraps and potato salads..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished a HUGE bowl of potato salad which was supposed to feed FOUR of us in the Kok household..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome stuff,waddya expect? As a guy, I didn't dig salads before this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NOW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm a convert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SKqFZZTbq_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UlSLk0mXjOc/s1600-h/Image%28582%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SKqFZZTbq_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UlSLk0mXjOc/s320/Image%28582%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236144188107238386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The taste of the mayonnaise as it covers every inch of the salad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the tangy zest of lemon squeezed just a lil to get some kick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the crunch of the oh-so-sweet carrots and cabbage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the richness of the potatoes cubed to enhance the flavor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the chill of the salad after a night in the fridge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I know that salads,coleslaws are actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;super the duper FREAKING delicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you take a tortilla wrap and stuff it with the coleslaw/salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SKqGUo9ClDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dgd_a9hyL1k/s1600-h/Image%28585%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SKqGUo9ClDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Dgd_a9hyL1k/s320/Image%28585%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236145205920568370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATISFACTION =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smoky-grainy-salty-slightly cheesy-tastes like tortilla just TOTALLY has jodoh with the potato salad!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Like Marriage made in heaven!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Bagai pinang dibelah dua!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Like burger and french fries!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Like conjoined twins!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like like like like..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVERMIND&lt;/span&gt;..You get my drift dontcha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO try this at home =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-4981664247238580844?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4981664247238580844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=4981664247238580844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/4981664247238580844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/4981664247238580844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-tortilla-wraps-and-potato-salads.html' title='Of tortilla wraps and potato salads..'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SKqFZZTbq_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/UlSLk0mXjOc/s72-c/Image%28582%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2141914353646386325.post-8981744489656565339</id><published>2008-08-19T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:16:08.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of dead blogs and the confessional</title><content type='html'>So here am I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog's been dead for like 2+ years and I have no idea what actually "INSPIRED" me to RESURRECT this blog. But i absolutely am in the know about why I abandoned this blog in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abandoned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead, sue me for throwing this blog into the miry depths of the Wide Web of long-lost and forgotten blogs.. I mean MILLIONS of new blogs are started every SINGLE day!! i betcha out of all that millions only a handful ACTUALLY bother to provide the tender, loving care their blogs need..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE..&lt;br /&gt;prettying em up with the Skin of The Day from Blogskins.com...&lt;br /&gt;feeding them with all sorts of rantings,musings and thoughts on every random issue in this awesomely huge world of ours...&lt;br /&gt;filling them up with the latest applications or widgets or whatever crap just to make your blog a LITTLE different from the MILLIONS of blogs out there..&lt;br /&gt;uploading pictures of you and your friends camwhoring competing to see who's the greatest Vain Pig in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, all THAT seems kinda appealing you know.&lt;br /&gt;An outlet where you can laugh,cry,scream at but it NEVER screams back at you telling you to shut the heck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where you can share stories,tales with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where you belong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY own blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com is UP and RUNNING my frenz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for how long, who knows =)&lt;br /&gt;i may just succumb to the laziness that enveloped me when I started this blog many years back.&lt;br /&gt;No, the laziness that ENGULFED me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..If you know me well enough, you might know I am in the running for Mr Universe Lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I pray this blog doesnt die too soon ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2141914353646386325-8981744489656565339?l=rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8981744489656565339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2141914353646386325&amp;postID=8981744489656565339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/8981744489656565339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2141914353646386325/posts/default/8981744489656565339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubberduckyheart.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-dead-blogs-and-confessional.html' title='Of dead blogs and the confessional'/><author><name>Derek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03676584165093266962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yB16zyzCEbw/SLi9Br8tedI/AAAAAAAAACE/2zpJ-SoUCYk/S220/Image(619).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
