<?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-3698823066590598784</id><updated>2011-11-28T13:10:05.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu Lis Or Not Tu Lis?</title><subtitle type='html'>That is the question.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395485350412235433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>466</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3335603040318510896</id><published>2011-11-06T23:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:10:05.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca 1-day-trip 051111</title><content type='html'>This was an extremely ad-hoc trip. It was only finalized 3days before the trip that Halim would be joining me for the ride to Malacca. On the actual day, I was woken up by Halim’s call. Azhari was supposed to give me a wake up call but guess who he called? The matrep. He was supposed to join in the morning ride to Woodlands but that’s another story altogether. Azhari went over to Halim’s place and they rode over to mine. At 0315, we then had a leisure ride to Old Woodlands for breakfast. It was the usual drinks. Halim had red bull and coffee-o, I had kopi c peng and Azhari had 100plus. About 0515, we split and Halim and I went through customs. I had forgotten the number of stupid humps at the motorbike lanes. It was an irritating way to start the trip. Just after clearing Malaysia customs, Halim had his first flat of the trip. He took his eyes off the road and hit the metallic drainage cover. There and then at the checkpoint, Halim fixed his flat. We stopped for Subuh at Masjid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm91Bau7fVU/Trau7-abrqI/AAAAAAAAADk/BPLaPANYiGc/s1600/Masjid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm91Bau7fVU/Trau7-abrqI/AAAAAAAAADk/BPLaPANYiGc/s320/Masjid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671913126109097634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that, I confidently said that we should follow the sign that says “Pasir Gudang”. That was matrep ah. Pasir Gudang, as I would later found out, was at the eastern part of Johor but ya. We stopped at Shell along the way to grab the map of Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CulvcFx0p7g/Travuue13wI/AAAAAAAAADw/wrO8-7FA-FQ/s1600/Map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CulvcFx0p7g/Travuue13wI/AAAAAAAAADw/wrO8-7FA-FQ/s320/Map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671913998005952258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had breakfast at Restaurant Sayed at Jalan Permai at 0730, when I had the first call from my Mum.&lt;br /&gt;“Bang, kau da kat mana?”&lt;br /&gt;“Kita da salah jalan ah mak. Sekarang tengah sarapan kat Taman Perling.”&lt;br /&gt;“Tu masih jauh tau bang. Lagi jauh tau. Mak sekarang da kat Muar. Kalau kau tak sesat, kita da boleh sarapan sama2.” Taman Perling is 200km away from Muar. Baik ah my mum.&lt;br /&gt;We did 30km/h constantly all the way till we went through a construction area. Disaster would be waiting cyclists with all the rocks. True enough, Halim had another flat there. That means, he’d used up both his spare tubes and canisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pc5Evv8FLdQ/TrawPRik7-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/kDdhExlNERs/s1600/Flat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pc5Evv8FLdQ/TrawPRik7-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/kDdhExlNERs/s320/Flat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671914557172674530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the quick fix, we whacked all the way before stopping for a quick break at Bt Batu shell pump station. Then, we carried on to Ayer Hitam. 19km before Ayer Hitam, we passed by the first bike shop during our ride. Halim bought a spare tube. It’s not new from a box but an existing one from a bike. How convenient. It was RM14. The route to Ayer Hitam was bad. We had no water and the heat was relentless. Halim was damn happy to see the “Esso – 1km away” signboard. But kii, the station was not ready ah. Matrep sey. Had a quick drink at somewhere which sells damn expensive drinks (think of Yong Peng prices) and then had a big lunch at Ayer Hitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_XmqIclUtM/Trawb2YpJtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qSG94X6HGRI/s1600/Ayer%2BHitam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_XmqIclUtM/Trawb2YpJtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qSG94X6HGRI/s320/Ayer%2BHitam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671914773221549778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After 1 hour there, we carried on to Batu Pahat. Over there, we stopped for drinks at a stall selling authentic Mee Bakso. From Batu Pahat to Muar, the road was damn lousy. There were 2 road diversions along the way there. The road to Muar was crazy. Headwind and never-ending flat section. After Muar, hell started for us. The highway to Melacca was morale-crushing stretch of road. First, it was after Maghrib, thus damn dark. Secondly, cars were zooming past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iiR87XuOF28/Traw0VGL10I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ieLmj_wTLYQ/s1600/Melaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iiR87XuOF28/Traw0VGL10I/AAAAAAAAAEU/ieLmj_wTLYQ/s320/Melaka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671915193782490946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We saw countless number of signboards that said “Pusat Bandaraya” Seriously, isap. God knows how many that we passed yet there was still no sign of the stupid Pusat Bandar.We reached Bandar only at 2230 after 270km. That was hell, especially in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abeh, next year Port Dickson kepe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OeWFe1eqFY/TraxB2HakHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_DxI-cXvNrg/s1600/Hang%2BTuah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OeWFe1eqFY/TraxB2HakHI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_DxI-cXvNrg/s320/Hang%2BTuah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671915425984319602" 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/3698823066590598784-3335603040318510896?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3335603040318510896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3335603040318510896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3335603040318510896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3335603040318510896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/11/malacca-1-day-trip-051111.html' title='Malacca 1-day-trip 051111'/><author><name>Is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621354130189132585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm91Bau7fVU/Trau7-abrqI/AAAAAAAAADk/BPLaPANYiGc/s72-c/Masjid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3072684186543499600</id><published>2011-09-29T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:46:10.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_nafaNvfCtI/ToQwRMykcpI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HvgEuGBLQiA/s1600/Hitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Tapi since ni untuk aku gn nas nya reference jadi aku post je. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upwatT-M9Vc/TmSd8fGihLI/AAAAAAAAADM/JQ6sYX7aWEc/s1600/Masjid%2BAbdul%2BRazak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upwatT-M9Vc/TmSd8fGihLI/AAAAAAAAADM/JQ6sYX7aWEc/s320/Masjid%2BAbdul%2BRazak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648813495096083634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Ramadan (19 Sept)&lt;br /&gt;Masjid Razak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita sepatutnya nak buka gn Masjid Mydin. Aku gn azhari sampai, tanya pakcik2 yang tgh rilek2 kat situ ada qiyam tak. Dorang ckp besok baru start. Ah kan. Jadi aku gn azhari lepak Raimah tunggu nas. Yang best, nas tak jadi qiyam pasal sedara ada kecelakaan. Jadi aku gn azhari gi Masjid Razak je. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict:&lt;br /&gt;Keselesaan   7/10&lt;br /&gt;Solat        5/10 (imam pertama je sedap)&lt;br /&gt;Sahur        7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RccwLlhzmqc/TmSeMqQGd2I/AAAAAAAAADU/SjS3vzsN7m4/s1600/image2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RccwLlhzmqc/TmSeMqQGd2I/AAAAAAAAADU/SjS3vzsN7m4/s320/image2158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648813772966885218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Ramadan (20 Sept)&lt;br /&gt;Masjid Pertempatan Kampung Sembawang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang ni halim join kita. Ni aku g nas pun tak pernah qiyam sini jadi tak tau apa nak sangkakan. Kita sampai je orang tgh gotong royong pasang khemah. Ah kan. Macam2 ah ni org masjid. Abeh bila tanya pasal sahur, dorang cakap makan apa yang belen2 jadi kita gi Esso Rubinah untuk beli sahur. Tidur ok, tapi ada katak kat dalam masjid jadi halim tak suka. Imam Qiyam tak ada jadi aku imamkan nas gn azhari sementara halim qiyam sendiri. Aku nak step imam besar man solat pegang quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict:&lt;br /&gt;Keselesaan    7/10&lt;br /&gt;Solat         NA (imam tak ada)&lt;br /&gt;Sahur         3/10 (mi sejuk sey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1ITY1kOG_Q/TmSerjCYkyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ja3IPheKm_0/s1600/Masjid_Omar_Kampong_Melaka%252C_Mar_06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1ITY1kOG_Q/TmSerjCYkyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ja3IPheKm_0/s320/Masjid_Omar_Kampong_Melaka%252C_Mar_06.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648814303606248226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Ramadan (21 Sept)&lt;br /&gt;Masjid Omar Kampung Melaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni masjid banyak kenangan untuk aku gn nas. Kita dua jalan dari Jilani utk ke masjid ni tahun lepas pasal motor aku kena kunci kat dalam. Kali ni, kita pegi naik kereta, park kat Magazine Road. Masjid macam biasa, sejuk pasal lantai marble. Ada mesin buat air panas semua. Kat masjid ni pun kita tau yang tak ada imam untuk qiyam. Tidur da sedap2 untuk 1 jam gitu, da mula kena serang gn nyamuk. Masalahnya sekarang, ni nyamuk2 semua tak nampak dan kita pun tak nampak longkang air bertakung. Tu yang binget padahal tahun lepas sini tidur paling sedap. Sahaur macam biasa, maggi jugak.Kurma pun ada disediakan. Orang kat situ pun ada kasi makanan jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict:&lt;br /&gt;Keselesaan     3/10&lt;br /&gt;Solat          NA&lt;br /&gt;Sahur          NA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-2935272765309799221?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/2935272765309799221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=2935272765309799221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2935272765309799221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2935272765309799221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/08/qiyamullail-1432h.html' title='Qiyamullail 1432H'/><author><name>Is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621354130189132585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upwatT-M9Vc/TmSd8fGihLI/AAAAAAAAADM/JQ6sYX7aWEc/s72-c/Masjid%2BAbdul%2BRazak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-5293074924430658217</id><published>2011-07-24T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:09:08.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fno87IAuEdc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Suff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-5293074924430658217?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/5293074924430658217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=5293074924430658217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5293074924430658217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5293074924430658217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/07/classic.html' title='Classic'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Fno87IAuEdc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-2949035909704375404</id><published>2011-06-21T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:21:05.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>France '11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh49BNNzvuE/TgA4ALNuvXI/AAAAAAAAADE/mLncvvOksBU/s1600/IMG_3771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh49BNNzvuE/TgA4ALNuvXI/AAAAAAAAADE/mLncvvOksBU/s320/IMG_3771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620553910619913586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah zat..ni kirakan aku responding to kau nya request ah.baik dok kat sini.yang pink ah hello (eh, iye ke). haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-2949035909704375404?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/2949035909704375404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=2949035909704375404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2949035909704375404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2949035909704375404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/06/france-11_21.html' title='France &apos;11'/><author><name>Is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621354130189132585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lh49BNNzvuE/TgA4ALNuvXI/AAAAAAAAADE/mLncvvOksBU/s72-c/IMG_3771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-7985518079079369234</id><published>2011-06-20T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:35:38.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>France '11</title><content type='html'>Ok guys..sorry lambat update..macam2 sak kat sini..the french are really damn idoitic but ya..dorg je kat dunia ni pakai plug lain dari yang lain..bawa universal travel adapter pun tak guna sey..abeh nak beli kat sini punyala susah..semalam baru jumpa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, first, nas kau kena datang sini..aku sampai penat sak nak cakap hello..seriously bersepah ah prp hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSfTnujW9vQ/Tf6jW7_t_nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ORdY0Nke3tc/s1600/IMG_3825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSfTnujW9vQ/Tf6jW7_t_nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ORdY0Nke3tc/s320/IMG_3825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620108999462354546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka dia ni kerja apa? Jual ice-cream.gitu pun da gini punya hello..abeh bila aku minta ambil gambar dgn dia, dia blush gila babi..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu je ah daily update aku..da nak subuh ah..kii, boring sey is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-7985518079079369234?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/7985518079079369234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=7985518079079369234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7985518079079369234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7985518079079369234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/06/france-11.html' title='France &apos;11'/><author><name>Is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621354130189132585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QSfTnujW9vQ/Tf6jW7_t_nI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ORdY0Nke3tc/s72-c/IMG_3825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6811538565681543325</id><published>2011-06-15T11:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:18:36.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>France 2011</title><content type='html'>Ni betul2 kerja gila sey. Malam ni aku da nak terbang gi France, buat kerja gila aku.and aku nya last swim was 30laps, 3 months ago. baik kepe.. Anyway, aku dah bentangkan semua benda yang aku nak bawa gi sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvVNTXXUWEs/TfgtxSO7PYI/AAAAAAAAACk/PkHzhONrKdQ/s1600/IMG_3699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvVNTXXUWEs/TfgtxSO7PYI/AAAAAAAAACk/PkHzhONrKdQ/s320/IMG_3699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618290859875974530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak confident pun barang2 boleh sumbat dalam bag 35L aku. wonderful. the 2 things aku nak share dengan korang are the time solat dgn bike profile untuk ironman aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jpnbjzIGhhM/TfgwL3hbVJI/AAAAAAAAACs/SZUyxWX6y44/s1600/Prayer%2Btime.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jpnbjzIGhhM/TfgwL3hbVJI/AAAAAAAAACs/SZUyxWX6y44/s320/Prayer%2Btime.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618293515585541266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu yang during summer, the day is long.but i seriously didn't expect to be that long ah.sape menang sey.subuh kul 3+ abeh isha 11+. nak bangun untuk subuh tu yang lengit sey. abeh by the time aku habis touring for the day, nak tunggu isha confirm da pengsan.tdo tak sampai 4jam, matahari da nak naik.baik ah.ni kalau ada al-azhar, confirm tak rasa ah.supper kejap da tu da nak sarapan.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0K7V2VXaL-w/TfgxVFnoS8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dQamDZ1nDLE/s1600/imfr2011_bike_d%25C3%25A9nivel%25C3%25A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 71px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0K7V2VXaL-w/TfgxVFnoS8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/dQamDZ1nDLE/s320/imfr2011_bike_d%25C3%25A9nivel%25C3%25A9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618294773500103618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni bike profile kat ironman france.it doesn't look that bad here coz it's very abstract. tapi ada chance, aku mati kat sana da tu tolak basikal.confirm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-6811538565681543325?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6811538565681543325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6811538565681543325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6811538565681543325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6811538565681543325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/06/france-2011.html' title='France 2011'/><author><name>Is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621354130189132585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wvVNTXXUWEs/TfgtxSO7PYI/AAAAAAAAACk/PkHzhONrKdQ/s72-c/IMG_3699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8622189352449180244</id><published>2011-05-16T17:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:15:15.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why thank you Suff, for that enriching entry. We here at TOWNS, can only dream of having a happening life. When I grow up, I don't wanna be Nas anymore, I wanna be Suff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I'm alive. Barely, but still alive. Yes I have missed you guys (no, really) but it's been a fucking busy period with so many art and fashion shit going on - some great, some not so great - but nevertheless have to be done. With so much uppity-ness this past weeks, I really missed the standard Al Azhar teh tarik prata sessions and hence have decided to write the next para in such setting. Language-wise that is. Here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geng. Teka siapa nye photography kat Audi Fashion Week! Aku nye la sial! Baik jacks, jorang suka gila jadi aku dapat pergi London dok untuk tengok lagi satu fashion show haha. Aku amek dalam... 1.5 gig of gambars, 6 costumes, tapi jorang choose 3. Ada banyak lagi events ah, tapi aku rasa ni yang paling prolific untuk share ngan korang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9hA3qtirWc/TdDzNwr3EcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SWHkM8sbEO4/s400/001.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607248953808982466" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnXZyEzi6VE/TdDzNmlBKvI/AAAAAAAAADI/cmWYFFWUGuk/s400/002.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607248951095929586" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnlNc0t7he0/TdDzNg8QSyI/AAAAAAAAADA/GTkC4IenLcA/s400/003.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607248949582777122" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVuC1xXTlqs/TdDzNfh-jvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9Sq3ixVaybo/s400/004-2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607248949204127474" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwhrWZJNugA/TdDzNXUfj4I/AAAAAAAAACw/pIt3EMnyiMM/s400/005.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607248947000086402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nama dia Nadya jackos. Bila aku amek ni, dia baru sampai dari Russia 2 minggu. Masih fresh lagi. Nas, jeni yang aku bilang kau tu, kau boleh bilang yang lain ah. Tapi aku rasa dia bedek ah. Confirm nye, kat sana jorang boleh sembarang sembarang tukar age.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and by the way, add her to my X&amp;amp;Y. I never forget my X nor Y. Not when they look like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x7dSr_vZNKo/TdD4r2VQ8kI/AAAAAAAAADY/yuSKmFg1Rx4/s400/006.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607254968279036482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Do svidaniya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-8622189352449180244?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/8622189352449180244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=8622189352449180244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8622189352449180244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8622189352449180244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Mus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245256482280903190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j9hA3qtirWc/TdDzNwr3EcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/SWHkM8sbEO4/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1867590872999123769</id><published>2011-05-12T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:20:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XY was a bad album by Coldplay</title><content type='html'>I was a little worried over this weekend when I realised that I lost count of my X-factor in my X-and-Y coordinates. Yeah, it was &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; kind of weekend.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not know, in the X-and-Y coordinates refer to the number of girls you have kissed (X-factor. And this refers to on the lips, so Momma’s peck on the cheek doesn’t count) and the number of girls you have done the deed, the horizontal mambo, the Osama in her cave, the banana in her split, parked your car in her garage, poke her mon with (Y-factor). But this being TOWNs with a readership of like, three, I’m sure you know what I mean by X-and-Y. &lt;br /&gt;I mean what kind of a guy loses track of his X-count?&lt;br /&gt;And the answer was simple. The kind of guy who’s living it up and brushes his teeth regularly.&lt;br /&gt;But what if I was the kind of guy who loses track of his Y-count?&lt;br /&gt;The answer was simple, too. The kind of guy with AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;Never lose track of your Y-count, guys. It is the pathway to many ugly things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This personal health message was brought to you by Suffian Hakim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-1867590872999123769?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/1867590872999123769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=1867590872999123769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1867590872999123769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1867590872999123769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/05/xy-was-bad-album-by-coldplay.html' title='XY was a bad album by Coldplay'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3010187244476602033</id><published>2011-04-25T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:31:13.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barang baik geng.</title><content type='html'>Zat told me to check out Haley's performance in the previous round of American Idol 10. So I went to see it. I somehow feel that this is better than Adele herself ah, kii seh. Even so, I think James's rendition of Muse's Uprising was dahsyat too ah, he really could bring it high.&lt;br /&gt;Here are both the performances for those who've missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qLtLF0aGves" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3gN_vSiPyOs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3010187244476602033?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3010187244476602033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3010187244476602033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3010187244476602033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3010187244476602033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/04/barang-baik-geng.html' title='Barang baik geng.'/><author><name>Nas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395485350412235433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qLtLF0aGves/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1623496022057610769</id><published>2011-03-30T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T07:27:33.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Based on a true story</title><content type='html'>There is this boy who cannot make much important choices in his life. His dad chose EM1 stream for him. "Takpe, kau try je dulu." Somehow, he managed to cope his higher malay quite well. After pri 6 prelims, came the time to choose 6 secondary schools. These were the 6: &lt;br /&gt;1) Raffles Institution &lt;br /&gt;2) ACS (I) &lt;br /&gt;3) Anderson Sec &lt;br /&gt;4) Bukit panjang Govt &lt;br /&gt;5) SJI &lt;br /&gt;6) Commonwealth Sec &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really seem like a prob rite? It was just that this boy scored 210 for his prelims. "Takpe, ni biar kasi kau target tinggi." Kiisurat. PSLE results out, and he scored 234. Out of the 6 schs, only SJI will accept him. By ONE point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sec 4, this boy really wanted to go SP (dere was this new aeronautical dip). Guess what his dad did? Forced him to go jc. "Takpe, kau try je jc dulu." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the boy went to SA. Failed gp for his entire 2 years in sch. Did pathetically for prelims, COF. and of course, failed gp. Seriously considering playing A division rugby for another year. Told his dad about crossing over to poly. "Takpe, kau amek je A-level kau dulu." By stroke of luck, the boy did ok for his A-levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just damn strange how each time his dad said that, the boy would just scrape thru things. He got a place in SMU, after interviewed at the old campus at Bt Timah. Went to NS, wanted to sign on. Only weeks to ORD, found out that he was not even supposed to enter OCS. What a luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ORD, the boy told his dad he didn't want to go SMU. &lt;br /&gt;"Apa, kau nak masuk NUS eh?" &lt;br /&gt;The boy told him, No. I gonna sign on. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh army panggil kau balik?" &lt;br /&gt;Again, the boy said, No. Its going to be SCDF. As a spec. &lt;br /&gt;"Eh kau da gila ke? belajar susah2 abeh sign on spec. buang masa" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the common belief among those that were close to the boy. His SJI mates for years told him not to sign on but just study. His SA classmates. His rugby mates. Even his aunts, who didnt even complete secondary sch, said the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in the boy's life, he said, Fuck it, fuck the world. I gonna choose how i lead my life. I gonna sign on. With SCDF. As a spec. Life has a strange way of showing u things. Had he stayed at SMU, he wouldn't be studying Sports Science. He wouldn't be an Ironman. He wouldn't be with the girl he is with now. He wouldn't be riding his super four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fours years after signing on, he finally got his degree sponsorship. It was not really a lot, but at least more or less, he's settled. He might not like the job as an officer in SCDF. But remembering his dad's words: Takpe, try dulu je. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589848683435194018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CAQicgu9-eI/TZMhwuRW9qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8iooOXMMutA/s320/30032011211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-1623496022057610769?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/1623496022057610769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=1623496022057610769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1623496022057610769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1623496022057610769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/03/based-on-true-story.html' title='Based on a true story'/><author><name>Is</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03621354130189132585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CAQicgu9-eI/TZMhwuRW9qI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8iooOXMMutA/s72-c/30032011211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-2469239613920158902</id><published>2011-03-17T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:48:15.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Matreps</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hy3op_xrmdI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People talk about how Muslim terrorists are a misguided bunch and all. Here we have on the flipside, just plain stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-2469239613920158902?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/2469239613920158902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=2469239613920158902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2469239613920158902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2469239613920158902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/03/real-matreps.html' title='The Real Matreps'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Hy3op_xrmdI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3304859375157500671</id><published>2011-03-16T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:30:40.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNN GO GO POWER RANGERS</title><content type='html'>My CNN Go article is up! Link &lt;a href="http://www.cnngo.com/singapore/life/top-10-running-routes-singapore-932620"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3304859375157500671?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3304859375157500671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3304859375157500671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3304859375157500671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3304859375157500671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/03/cnn-go-go-power-rangers.html' title='CNN GO GO POWER RANGERS'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3906689161277766329</id><published>2011-03-10T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T03:42:08.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow but ya.</title><content type='html'>So I shall explain my recent fixation/infatuation with Leona Lewis. I'm sure most of you haven't seen this, it was in 2006 - back then most of you were busy with ORD-ing and I was busy enlisting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the unique thing about her bloody voice is the high notes she reaches at the climax of her songs. Whitney doesn't reach it, her voice is "lantang" but Leona can reach the whistle register (that's whistling not with your lips, but with your lungs) which only Mariah and Christina can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First vid, at 2:17, now that is one damn powerful belt register&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second vid, at 4:10, awesome whistle register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rpkJD7TjWgw" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bme1-faevFM" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the way she sings... The vulnerable fragility, as if she really meant it when she is all by herself and she has nothing. Makes me wanna stroke her hair and feed her grapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3906689161277766329?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3906689161277766329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3906689161277766329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3906689161277766329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3906689161277766329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/03/wow-but-ya.html' title='Wow but ya.'/><author><name>Mus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245256482280903190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rpkJD7TjWgw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-2718894599634414504</id><published>2011-03-06T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:49:27.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential gang.</title><content type='html'>Since this blog is almost dead, might as well I just put some shit inside. And Mus, since you kept talking Leona Lewis right, I think you should check this girl out too. She can sing ah, and quite hello also. &lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you guys, Pia Toscano from this season's American Idol. Also, she's in the top 10, not counting the 3 wildcard picks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7cI5vr9aREg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-2718894599634414504?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/2718894599634414504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=2718894599634414504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2718894599634414504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2718894599634414504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/03/potential-gang.html' title='Potential gang.'/><author><name>Nas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395485350412235433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7cI5vr9aREg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-5017081739843157129</id><published>2011-01-12T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T01:37:59.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Made A Show About Zat and Me</title><content type='html'>I dunno if you guys have watched Community, but I have a feeling some of the scenes were based on Zat and me. For example, there's one episode that shows their command of the Spanish language (they've been taking Spanish lessons the whole semester ar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EcD_Y838DXA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EcD_Y838DXA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't dance either. Remember Zat, the dikir barat we performed at SA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8kKbbdJTFA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8kKbbdJTFA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of random shit that makes me miss our times in SA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="264" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZJHamGNOFQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZJHamGNOFQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDhtBYT8NKQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zDhtBYT8NKQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEJiOVbr03U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEJiOVbr03U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-5017081739843157129?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/5017081739843157129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=5017081739843157129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5017081739843157129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5017081739843157129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-made-show-about-zat-and-me.html' title='They Made A Show About Zat and Me'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3827534341837893434</id><published>2011-01-01T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:55:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes from SJIM</title><content type='html'>These were the birthday texts I received from my friends of 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nazir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - "&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Zat. Kau jangan step besar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la short and simple. And he was the first to text me so ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Selamat hari jadi zat. patutla stamina kau da drop, da makin tua sey. haha"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasa la kan Is, kata abang body. Fitness freak. IRONMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Selamat hari lahir! Semoga anda berwaspada dan bernaik saksi"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which translates to, Happy Birthday! Hope you be vigilant and be a witness (?!). Got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ah, Zat, happy birthday. Kau dah tua nak mampus seh. Haha."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member obviously living in denial. Padahal his birthday came first but ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Movie tonight? Tron"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau members ah kirakan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3827534341837893434?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3827534341837893434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3827534341837893434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3827534341837893434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3827534341837893434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2011/01/birthday-wishes-from-sjim.html' title='Birthday Wishes from SJIM'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6452163294633982282</id><published>2010-12-12T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:18:00.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 and counting</title><content type='html'>Ok I know this is one week overdue but better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week, I took part in my FIFTH marathon, That's right FIFTH. How I got this far, I have no idea. When I ran my first marathon in Dec 2007, I thought back then that it was just a one-off thing to see how much I can push myself. But fast forward 3 years later, I find myself running at least one marathon each year. It's always the same story every time. I run. I finish. I tell myself that it's damn painful. I tell myself not to do it again ever. But I'll do it again anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt help when you have friends like Is who has been officially termed gila by his parents. This dude is going to France for an ironman next year and he plans to bring a whopping grand total of 2 sets of clothes! Along with his bike of course, which he has to pay for shipping fees and not to mention the registration fee alone which costs bout $700. He has to get up early every morning to train and (as far as I know), he's not going to get laid! But that's ok cos HE IS AN IRONMAN. IRONMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok la that's beside the point but I just wanted to have a paragraph about him cos he is seriously mental dok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, I dont know how I did it but I did my personal best this time. I think the official race timing was 4h 50min. I find this really amazing cos if you all had not known by now, I'm kinda of a pemalas haram. I sign up for races and I dont train for them. Usually about a month before the race, I get a bit worried so I'll probably start running. But this will last at most for a week and after that I'll be back to my normal lazy self. The most I've trained so far was for the KL Marathon 2010 and even that was disrupted by exams. So I know that I was severely underprepared for this one and my only expectation was to complete the race in decent time. If you take all these factors into account, it's no wonder I'm so pleased with the results in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the point of the entry, so what actually contributes to a good race? Cos as far as I know, from my first marathon till now, I have not been doing anything radically different. I have been practicing my own pre-race rituals and if anything, I've actually done less this year. Yet I managed to somehow slash more than 30 mins off my timing, which usually falls around the 5h 30 min region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I ran with two very fit people in Jon and Is. We ran together, side by side all the way from start to the finish. The only times we broke away were at the drink stations where I tend to take a little bit more time than them but we caught up with each other eventually. I started to sense that this was going to be my fastest race ever when we crossed the 20km mark at 2h 07 min. We did our first 10km in 1h 02 min, which was tremendously fast considering that the bottleneck extended all the way till the 5km mark so we pretty much had not much space to run into. We told ourselves to slow down but apparently Jon has no sense of timing whatsoever so ya he lead the way and we completed our next 10km in 1h 05min. So much for slowing down but ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I experienced my first slight hint of cramps at the 25km mark and the legs really started to get heavy from then on. There were numerous times when I really felt I was slowing them down so I needed to walk and but Is told me to hisap and pegi mampus so I had no choice but to keep going. At the 35km mark, both my thighs suddenly cramped up and this was the point when I started to scold myself for voluntarily signing myself up for this shit again. Surprisingly I managed to walk it off and made a final push for the final stretch. The last 2km was extremely torturous but with the crowd cheering us on, we glammed it up a little and crossed the finish line with our hands together raised up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the running company, I cannot really explain why I managed to outdo myself this time. There were a lot of times when I could have foreseen myself giving up and walking had I run alone. But these were the times when that little push from them can go a long way. And in my case it did and I'm thankful to them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, there is an even better explaination for this. Perhaps, I know the reason all along. It's actually cos... I'M A SPORTSMAN. I PLAY SOCCER EVERY WEEK. I'M A TENNIS PLAYER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-6452163294633982282?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6452163294633982282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6452163294633982282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6452163294633982282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6452163294633982282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/12/5-and-counting.html' title='5 and counting'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4021291547755420341</id><published>2010-12-02T04:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T04:31:21.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Related</title><content type='html'>Since I'm bored and I can't sleep, I decided to look at the past GAFL results to determine who F17 are going to play against. Good news for us. Besides El Krados, they still have one more game against CUFC. However, they also have a game against Reds. Whatever it is, we still need to beat CUFC and hope our arch enemy will do us a favour after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to really emphasize the boredom, I googled Aeonity TLFC and found this article. Gonna post it here. One of our better games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Good evening, this is The Shadow reporting from the TLTV Sports Centre on what was thought as an amazing last minute comeback by TLFC against Kawabunga FC earlier this morning at Clementi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon The Hummer and Suff The Flash scored 1 and 2 each as TLFC surged to a comeback victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the victory came at a price for the hosts, who were already missing many men like Syah and Irwan due to uh, injury and suspension, as leftback Nazir the Destroyer was destroyed with a quite serious looking ankle injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was only 10 minutes old when TLFC took a downturn as he hobbled off the pitch in agony after his left ankle failed under a kick/challenge from his own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazir could put no weight on his leg as he wasn't helped to the touchline and the word swiftly came out that he could not continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any comfort for TLFC, it is that they are not facing anyone next week because, with many injuries and suspensions, they would be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having already suffered a loss last last week at the hands of Marine Devils, TLFC was keen not to repeat the same mistakes this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, after a quite flimsy defence and goalkeeping error, TLFC was temporarily stunned by a um stungun fired by a player from Kawabunga whose name I'm not very sure of currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opener came from an innocuous beginning as one of them won a header close to halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr We're-Not-Sure-Who was onto the loose ball in a Jiffy, darted speedily to the penalty box by the left flank, then cut in and released a deceptive shot which looked like sommat between a cross and a lob. Which apparently was a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while it seemed TLFC would be silenced in a manner seldom seen since it was formed seven years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as halftime came and went and a few major changes were made to TLFC, with Jon The Hummer playing upfront and Mus The Shadow playing right wing, (but in fact nowhere at all come to think of it) the game took a turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a dizzying dribble by Jon going around in circles and back and forth and godknowswhat, the capacity crowd of less than 20 people held their breath as Jon unleashed a wobbling diagonal gounder which thankfully ended up in the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that point on it was a drastic improvement exercise for TLFC with The Gaffer feeling sufficiently comfortable about his side's position to remove top strike Mus (which was actually doing nothing) long before the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's save did not prevent Siva getting his own name on the scoresheet for the I'm-not-sure-how-manyeth-time this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being 1 goal down and desperately needing a win, TLFC was soon celebrating after setting Suff The Flash free with a mistake from the opposition goalie which allowed the TLFC forward to lob the ball into goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost as if the opposition defence was fearful of Suff (which I'm quite sure wasn't the case) that they dare not go near him, offering the Flash a suicidal amount of space to run into every time he got the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It paid off in the 90th plus minute, with Suff scoring a superb goal involving 3 touches: from Nas the Maestro's cross connected by Jon's head outside the penalty box which landed beautifully in Suff's path near the right penalty edge and the rest is as they say, history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gaffer hails 'terrific' result&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Losers manager The Gaffer paid tribute to his side after a classic comeback 3-2 victory over Kawabunga at Clementi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was due to my tactical genius that I was able to outwit Abinesh Ferguson and his men," The Gaffer told TLTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very pleased. It is a terrific result for us against a Kawabunga team which is a very good team and TLFC are back to their winning ways, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm good enough to manage in the EPL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffian Hakim was once again instrumental in much of what TLFC did - a contribution which did not go unnoticed by The Gaffer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suff scored two goals but I won the game for us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all know who's having judgement problems here. Even opposition Sivakumar was suportive in his remarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suff did nothing la, only 2 touches and he scored the equalizer and the winning goal. He's like Mustakjm" rousing laughter from both sides, although I'm not very sure what's so funny about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is The Shadow, attempting to report it Soccernet style from TLTV Sports Center at The Wall Empire. Good night.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously la. We had nicknames all: The Fox, Flash, Maestro, Destroyer, Chilli Sauce Addict, The Shadow. How cool were we? And guess what, all these was 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, our good results were far and few between. We started with 7 players and would end with 8. We got thrashed 1-5, and by other scorelines which I won't mention. Fast forward to now and we are a team who actually has 2-3 substitutes. We are even sitting on top of the table, with a high chance of winning the league. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope we can continue this trend and not start our matrepness next season. If all our players are as confident as "We can confirm beat Rendezvous"-Nas, then I'm sure we won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4021291547755420341?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4021291547755420341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4021291547755420341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4021291547755420341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4021291547755420341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/12/soccer-related.html' title='Soccer Related'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6074561444636882008</id><published>2010-12-01T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:21:56.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie Chess</title><content type='html'>When playing chess in Australia, one should say "checkmate" and "checkmatemate" to avoid confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-6074561444636882008?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8586166845192500836</id><published>2010-11-23T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:11:25.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capteh Queens</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxQZcXgbp7g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YxQZcXgbp7g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recruit for TLFC ke pe&lt;div 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Queens'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1557245370987047684</id><published>2010-11-19T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:24:37.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Says TOWNs Isn't Educational</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sarasotadetail.com/gallery2/d/6483-1/untitled.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 2564px;" src="http://sarasotadetail.com/gallery2/d/6483-1/untitled.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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After taking a satisfying sip, he turned to his companion. "Cock cock cock," the tall, pale man said. "Cock cock cock cock cock cock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's companion, Ah Tan was not impressed by his speech. The acne-ravaged man was visibly flustered as he said, "Cock! Cock cock cock!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert was prepared with a counter-argument. "Cock... Cock cock cock! Cock?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cock cock; cock cock. Cock - cock cock!" Ah Tan replied. His muscular frame had since relaxed at Robert's earlier comment. "Cock cock," he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men were seated on a couch in a house that was not theirs. How they came to be there was a long story involving being bored on a Monday afternoon, a crowbar and lots and lots of marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cock, cock," Robert conceded to Ah Tan's exposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mooooo!" came a voice from outside. The two men jumped - they had not expected the house's tenants to be back so early. Robert peeked outside a window, and sure enough, he could see three cows walking towards the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mooo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert and Ah Tan bolted out the back door, neglecting the unfinished coffee they had left behind. They ran until their legs protested in pain, which was a good 5 metres away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they walked further and further away from the house, they passed by Samad, a mutual friend of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You all look like you've been running for metres! What happened?" the concerned Samad inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Tan took a while before controlling his panting enough to be coherent. Finally, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We talk cock until the cows come home sial!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-7116430671123106207?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/7116430671123106207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=7116430671123106207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7116430671123106207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7116430671123106207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/11/cocky-cows.html' title='Cocky Cows'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4949915971308304251</id><published>2010-11-18T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:30:05.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss of the Century?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyNdt9yVugk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyNdt9yVugk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably haven't seen Mus in action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4949915971308304251?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4949915971308304251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4949915971308304251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4949915971308304251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4949915971308304251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/11/miss-of-century.html' title='Miss of the Century?'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4546786392787592913</id><published>2010-11-13T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:12:29.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomb meletup</title><content type='html'>Since this blog almost dah nak mati, i'm just gonna post something ah. This song is stuck in my head ah. Didn't know this guy was this good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkuoRGig4Cs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkuoRGig4Cs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4546786392787592913?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4546786392787592913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4546786392787592913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4546786392787592913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4546786392787592913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/11/bomb-meletup.html' title='Bomb meletup'/><author><name>Nas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395485350412235433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6001242503733814022</id><published>2010-11-04T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:16:11.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasvegas</title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular (or really, really assumptive) belief, Glasvegas is not from Las Vegas. Nor are they made of glass. They are, in fact, a trio of people (not glass) from Glasgow (not Glasvegas). And together, with a whole bunch of music instruments between them, they form an alternative band described as 'too good to be true' by American essayist and music critic Robert Christgau. Someone should tell Robert to relek ah bro, muka maintain, but his opinions are really not far from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fronted by James Allan (former Scottish footballer who played for Queen's Park) and affronted by the travails of the British suburbs, Glasvegas plays the best tunes to come out from the Land of Lochs since Travis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with two examples of Allan's genius: Flowers And Football Tops, and Geraldine. Both very emotive, both very Brit and both very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flowers &amp; Football Tops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdMclauzZPU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdMclauzZPU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="290"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geraldine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGOCEOsBE3w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGOCEOsBE3w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-6001242503733814022?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6001242503733814022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6001242503733814022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6001242503733814022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6001242503733814022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/11/glasvegas.html' title='Glasvegas'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-22506915037100670</id><published>2010-10-16T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:14:53.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crossfire For Only The Young</title><content type='html'>The over-the-top, dramatic burlesque of Las Vegas, upon the vessel of a Christianity-tinged Americana. Proof that Brandon Flowers doesn't need The Killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uBENjCPS8LI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uBENjCPS8LI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="290"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="290"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AhU12zC8fc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/22506915037100670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/10/crossfire-for-only-young.html' title='A Crossfire For Only The Young'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-2241731045965519808</id><published>2010-10-16T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:45:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Have To Sell My Soul, He's Already In Me</title><content type='html'>Proof that Ian Brown doesn't need The Stone Roses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1198407563747209965</id><published>2010-10-09T03:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T04:03:29.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon la guys these kinda things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ssangyong vs Mercedes&lt;br /&gt;Actyon vs ML300&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9nfhMB_BS8/TK94SK_bZxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XS1aSmBHoRQ/s320/imgssangyong+actyon1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525767521390257938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i9nfhMB_BS8/TK94SK_bZxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XS1aSmBHoRQ/s72-c/imgssangyong+actyon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-5025230682568413407</id><published>2010-10-02T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T15:18:44.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatcha Gonna Do When The Walls Come Falling Down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You never move, you never make a sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've never done before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get punched by a kangaroo.&lt;br /&gt;2) Hose down a protestant/Protestant.&lt;br /&gt;3) Pee on my employer/superior.&lt;br /&gt;4) Kiss a tree.&lt;br /&gt;5) Watch Devil by M. Night Shyamalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, wanna change number 5?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-5025230682568413407?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/5025230682568413407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=5025230682568413407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5025230682568413407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5025230682568413407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/10/whatcha-gonna-do-when-walls-come.html' title='Whatcha Gonna Do When The Walls Come Falling Down?'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8076398650066583713</id><published>2010-09-25T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:12:33.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying In Love by Raphael Saadiq</title><content type='html'>The clip below is Staying In Love by Raphael Saadiq. He's a brilliant new school-old school jazz and funk singer just dripping with debonair and soul. Worth your time and my passionate repetitions of his genius, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/paO2ylNfVxc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/paO2ylNfVxc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-8076398650066583713?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/8076398650066583713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=8076398650066583713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8076398650066583713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8076398650066583713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/09/staying-in-love-by-raphael-saadiq.html' title='Staying In Love by Raphael Saadiq'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3725762213839750395</id><published>2010-09-11T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:36:46.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak (i dunno what that means, i just wanna step)</title><content type='html'>On behalf of TOWNS, I would like to wish Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all our faithful and loyal readers. (yeah, i'm refering to those few of you). The holy month of Ramadhan has passed and another follows. It's Syawal, if you're wondering. To all those who fasted, Selamat Hari Raya. To all those who did not, well, Selamat Hari Raya as well.&lt;div&gt;Anyway, word of advice - The stomach is just adapting back after fasting for a month, so please don't be a glut ah guys. So let me sign off with a little pantun ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lapan sembilan sepuluh tiga belas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku fail ilmu hisab&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enam belas tujuh belas aku dah malas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Selamat Hari Raya' pula ku ucap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sedang ku lungsuri Google dan Yahoo (chebah baik eh lungsuri)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laptop aku battery dah sikit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sesiapa yang nak ke rumahku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jangan malu-malu, sekarang juga picit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3725762213839750395?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3725762213839750395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3725762213839750395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3725762213839750395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3725762213839750395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/09/eid-mubarak-i-dunno-what-that-means-i.html' title='Eid Mubarak (i dunno what that means, i just wanna step)'/><author><name>Nas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395485350412235433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6503997432893331401</id><published>2010-09-07T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:43:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baik Alvin Liong Ju Jun shaking my ass shaking my ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/TIZBN5JQIAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ovg79ouohWA/s1600/038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/TIZBN5JQIAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ovg79ouohWA/s400/038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514166500695482370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-6503997432893331401?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6503997432893331401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6503997432893331401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6503997432893331401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6503997432893331401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/09/baik-alvin-liong-ju-jun-shaking-my-ass.html' title='Baik Alvin Liong Ju Jun shaking my ass shaking my ass'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/TIZBN5JQIAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ovg79ouohWA/s72-c/038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1387500077760573572</id><published>2010-09-05T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T18:02:08.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because You Guys Keep Going On About Our Blog Fasting</title><content type='html'>Sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex between a midget, and an orange-coloured horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the horse's head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penis. That comes to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And says, "Eh, kuda ku lari gagah berani."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooter. On a brick. Eating. Before Maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serigala. Black. Having sex. With an exhaust pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocaine. Snorting. Tapi ada hingus. So the guy goes, "AHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLKKKKKKKKKKKK jamban."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex between two midgets, sandwiching a guy in a turban. Threesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-1387500077760573572?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/1387500077760573572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=1387500077760573572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1387500077760573572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1387500077760573572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/09/because-you-guys-keep-going-on-about.html' title='Because You Guys Keep Going On About Our Blog Fasting'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3186289911758747173</id><published>2010-08-25T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:51:31.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walking Dead</title><content type='html'>Since Lost ended, I've been left with a hole in my heart the size of Courtney Love's hole (quadruple entendre!). But I think this show is a worthy replacement as my next must-watch series. Check it out, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R1v0uFms68U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R1v0uFms68U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3186289911758747173?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3186289911758747173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3186289911758747173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3186289911758747173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3186289911758747173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/08/walking-dead.html' title='The Walking Dead'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-7958355356312029386</id><published>2010-08-20T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:00:41.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are the Lions now?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night, Singapore played Montenegro in their final YOG boys football group match. It was a thrilling match and the Cubs emerged 3-2 winners in the end. While the result itself is impressive, what was even more impressive was the manner in which they achieved the victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a pleasant surprise to see these boys, who are clearly well-drilled by their coach Kadir Yahya, play the ball on the ground unlike their senior football team. The boys showed good touches, good movement and good awareness of space. Instead of hoofing the ball up in the air at every opportunity, they played little triangles amongst themselves to get out of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was evident by their understanding and teamwork on the pitch that these boys enjoy great chemistry with each other. But what was even more pleasing to me is their approach of play. They held the ball well and chose short simple passes instead of the aimless long ball. At their level, their style of play is certainly admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The player that stood out the most for me was Hanafi. The no. 10 has a good first touch and good vision for someone his age. The senior team will do well to learn a thing or two from these boys. No more stupid Ridhuan running like a headless chicken. No more Bennett playing perpetual long balls. No more insipid and boring football please. It's time the Lions learn from the Cubs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-7958355356312029386?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/7958355356312029386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=7958355356312029386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7958355356312029386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7958355356312029386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-are-lions-now.html' title='Who are the Lions now?'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8296945090033665254</id><published>2010-08-13T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T17:20:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise Your Music Muscle!</title><content type='html'>Here's a visual game. There are 74 bands here (e.g. Gorillaz, right at the top) depicted by the literal definition of their name. Can you spot at least 30? And don't worry, the bands aren't from impressyourfriendswithunknownbands.com, they're all well-known bands who have made Billboard charts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/TGUOUE34AYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1X-YYB4Nqtw/s1600/Music+Muscle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/TGUOUE34AYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1X-YYB4Nqtw/s400/Music+Muscle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504821857598570882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-8296945090033665254?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/8296945090033665254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=8296945090033665254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8296945090033665254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8296945090033665254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/08/exercise-your-music-muscle.html' title='Exercise Your Music Muscle!'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/TGUOUE34AYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1X-YYB4Nqtw/s72-c/Music+Muscle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1054269974042449512</id><published>2010-08-12T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:49:23.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebe,Bebe,Bebe nooooo</title><content type='html'>Instead of signing the hottest property in European football right now i.e. Mesut Ozil, Man U has signed a 20 year Portuguese striker Tiago Manuel Dias Correia. Also known as Bebe. No one knows who this matrep is, apparently he was recommended by ex-assistant manager Carlos Quieroz. Suspect kuat he's going to be another Manucho. But you all be the judge from this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="289" height="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/72zjoSuN-6w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/72zjoSuN-6w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="289"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-1054269974042449512?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/1054269974042449512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=1054269974042449512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1054269974042449512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1054269974042449512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/08/bebebebebebe-nooooo.html' title='Bebe,Bebe,Bebe nooooo'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-7503498272026815738</id><published>2010-08-04T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:51:41.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celup And Get It!</title><content type='html'>Katy Perry shows August Man how sihat she is. Sihat, sihat. I wish I was a doctor and see how sihat she is everyday. Or, you know, Russell Brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/TFkpu33L7wI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XZ6kjI4vzos/s1600/katy+perry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/TFkpu33L7wI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XZ6kjI4vzos/s320/katy+perry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501474305055911682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-7503498272026815738?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/7503498272026815738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=7503498272026815738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7503498272026815738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7503498272026815738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/08/celup-and-get-it.html' title='Celup And Get It!'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/TFkpu33L7wI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XZ6kjI4vzos/s72-c/katy+perry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-2584298181764673924</id><published>2010-08-03T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:17:15.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doritos but ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="432" height="259"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0EVSP_6XZA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0EVSP_6XZA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="432" height="259"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-2584298181764673924?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/2584298181764673924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=2584298181764673924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2584298181764673924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2584298181764673924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/08/doritos-but-ya.html' title='Doritos but ya'/><author><name>Mus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245256482280903190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-365947900638155748</id><published>2010-07-27T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:14:32.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Spice Follow-up</title><content type='html'>Sorry Suff for offsetting your post but I was watching The Ellen Degeneres Show today and the man in the Old Spice commercial is now a celebrity of some sorts because the commercial was so well-liked Ellen called her to the show. His name is Isaiah Mustafa. It took him 83 takes to get it right haha. There's even this boy who tried to do a re-make budget version. Emjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="289" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3k8-l3lRxnE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3k8-l3lRxnE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="289"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="289" width="460"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_VBlAOlIKfg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_VBlAOlIKfg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="289"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-365947900638155748?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/365947900638155748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=365947900638155748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/365947900638155748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/365947900638155748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-spice-follow-up.html' title='Old Spice Follow-up'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8788367196759155285</id><published>2010-07-27T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:20:59.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diane Birch</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, I have been going on and on about a hello indie singer named Diane Birch, who'll be performing on the second day of Singfest. And because you guys were like, "Siapa sial dia tu? Nampak sah dia kambing yang menakjubkan secara mamsu" when I talked about her, you guys can kiss my big fat Singfest media pass. Actually no lah, I'd love to bring you guys, but August Man has 4passes and the +1 for my pass is Ada. My colleagues don't seem interested to go for the third day, so if you guys are into Smashing Pumpkins, 30 Seconds To Mars or The Vines I can get you guys in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the topic at hand. Diane Birch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has this song entitled Valentino, and the video is fucking cute. Watch, and enjoy, and go, "Awwwwwwwww..........KISURAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AMl0T8oNqfE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AMl0T8oNqfE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vbCEH8Wq80&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vbCEH8Wq80&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-8788367196759155285?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/8788367196759155285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=8788367196759155285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8788367196759155285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8788367196759155285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/diane-birch.html' title='Diane Birch'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4701740063968226128</id><published>2010-07-24T23:47:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:19:58.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the best penulis I know : A photo tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsRL1eqViI/AAAAAAAAAro/TqrPDOEG9xE/s1600/CIMG1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497506665167738402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsRL1eqViI/AAAAAAAAAro/TqrPDOEG9xE/s320/CIMG1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsQ2wxS-LI/AAAAAAAAArg/FZkIMOJ5_NM/s1600/CIMG3818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497506303126468786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsQ2wxS-LI/AAAAAAAAArg/FZkIMOJ5_NM/s320/CIMG3818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsQb3K7kwI/AAAAAAAAArY/6v7JESaHLGU/s1600/mix+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497505840988132098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsQb3K7kwI/AAAAAAAAArY/6v7JESaHLGU/s320/mix+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsQHzhqLEI/AAAAAAAAArQ/BK7l3vY-9QU/s1600/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497505496412335170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsQHzhqLEI/AAAAAAAAArQ/BK7l3vY-9QU/s320/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsP3DEEAKI/AAAAAAAAArI/IofNk_cwJEQ/s1600/13112007149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497505208525389986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsP3DEEAKI/AAAAAAAAArI/IofNk_cwJEQ/s320/13112007149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsPu6dMsrI/AAAAAAAAArA/sQ6gNIliNZQ/s1600/Picture+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497505068775944882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsPu6dMsrI/AAAAAAAAArA/sQ6gNIliNZQ/s320/Picture+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsPYhrY1kI/AAAAAAAAAq4/OkcvBJ1LCyc/s1600/me+n+suff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497504684167452226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsPYhrY1kI/AAAAAAAAAq4/OkcvBJ1LCyc/s320/me+n+suff.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsPOmvE5aI/AAAAAAAAAqw/aMmPIQjh7PU/s1600/me+n+suff2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsO_68SVvI/AAAAAAAAAqo/kiGxR8nWfWE/s1600/me+n+suff2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsOdBZOBBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/5YJqEsM_dYs/s1600/22032008324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497503661889029138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsOdBZOBBI/AAAAAAAAAqg/5YJqEsM_dYs/s320/22032008324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsN4baCt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/UH3Eo1_3kKo/s1600/CIMG1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497503033216645010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsN4baCt5I/AAAAAAAAAqY/UH3Eo1_3kKo/s320/CIMG1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsNcSbt-0I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tIrOfoBKmgU/s1600/IMG_5750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497502549771418434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsNcSbt-0I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/tIrOfoBKmgU/s320/IMG_5750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsM6ziKvRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/m39eKRT8Sf8/s1600/eeeeeeeee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497501974541286674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsM6ziKvRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/m39eKRT8Sf8/s320/eeeeeeeee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsMtRvsizI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TRXDdtm6-X4/s1600/suff+n+mus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497501742132923186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsMtRvsizI/AAAAAAAAAqA/TRXDdtm6-X4/s320/suff+n+mus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsMh7OMWWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ab2JqeTHlOc/s1600/Photo+98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497501547108260194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsMh7OMWWI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ab2JqeTHlOc/s320/Photo+98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsMASYrX2I/AAAAAAAAApw/t2ZzFNXuKcs/s1600/IMG_6512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500969210699618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsMASYrX2I/AAAAAAAAApw/t2ZzFNXuKcs/s320/IMG_6512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 photos for your 24th birthday. Tak, aku terlalu malas. Happy Birthday but ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4701740063968226128?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4701740063968226128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4701740063968226128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4701740063968226128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4701740063968226128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/to-best-penulis-i-know-photo-tribute.html' title='To the best penulis I know : A photo tribute'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEsRL1eqViI/AAAAAAAAAro/TqrPDOEG9xE/s72-c/CIMG1266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1547519010821199762</id><published>2010-07-22T23:19:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:46:43.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhnuIbMXtI/AAAAAAAAApo/dhZJG7sXdwQ/s1600/jack-black-708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496757387438874322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhnuIbMXtI/AAAAAAAAApo/dhZJG7sXdwQ/s320/jack-black-708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhno7IjNLI/AAAAAAAAApg/AMg53Up355A/s1600/jack-nicholson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496757297971672242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhno7IjNLI/AAAAAAAAApg/AMg53Up355A/s320/jack-nicholson1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhnfhTZc9I/AAAAAAAAApY/6dOWetpCKSc/s1600/jack_white_coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496757136419025874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhnfhTZc9I/AAAAAAAAApY/6dOWetpCKSc/s320/jack_white_coke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhnZRnNNPI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YC7YUQFYZTM/s1600/jack_sparrow-saidaonline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496757029127927026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhnZRnNNPI/AAAAAAAAApQ/YC7YUQFYZTM/s320/jack_sparrow-saidaonline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhmULKEyTI/AAAAAAAAApI/JLfgPMH4gPY/s1600/jack-johnson-picture-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496755841984153906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhmULKEyTI/AAAAAAAAApI/JLfgPMH4gPY/s320/jack-johnson-picture-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhmDzP4yqI/AAAAAAAAApA/fcVycMMuI4c/s1600/746_G_1253506795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496755560688175778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhmDzP4yqI/AAAAAAAAApA/fcVycMMuI4c/s320/746_G_1253506795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm referring to Mus btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhk2UFXmoI/AAAAAAAAAo4/KRNtt8eE_sM/s1600/jack-black-708.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-1547519010821199762?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/1547519010821199762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=1547519010821199762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1547519010821199762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1547519010821199762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-jack.html' title='Happy Birthday Jack!'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TEhnuIbMXtI/AAAAAAAAApo/dhZJG7sXdwQ/s72-c/jack-black-708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-942342607508683366</id><published>2010-07-20T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:56:06.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazir White Brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/BgoOihBb78w/hqdefault.jpg);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgoOihBb78w&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BgoOihBb78w&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-942342607508683366?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/942342607508683366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=942342607508683366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/942342607508683366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/942342607508683366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/nazir-white-brother.html' title='Nazir White Brother!'/><author><name>Khai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08062806971710938050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6694648274191769547</id><published>2010-07-19T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:38:31.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's a Red now....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and who still is one and wants to stay as one, sadly. Ya, the latter refers to Lucas Leiva. Somehow I wanna think that he may suddenly be good ah, but tak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyway, more importantly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); line-height: 17px; "&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/football/leagues/premierleague/liverpool" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(35, 75, 123); outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liverpool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FC are delighted to confirm the signing of Joe Cole on a four-year deal," read a club statement. "The England midfielder has agreed personal terms with the Reds and will undergo a medical in the next 48 hours." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); line-height: 17px; "&gt;- Telegraph UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;So Joe Cole is now a Red. Woohoo!! Hopefully he won't be matrep ah. Jangan upset sua.&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/3698823066590598784-6694648274191769547?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6694648274191769547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6694648274191769547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6694648274191769547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6694648274191769547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-whos-red-now.html' title='Guess who&apos;s a Red now....'/><author><name>Nas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395485350412235433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8725056818737831900</id><published>2010-07-15T13:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:07:15.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sezairi's idol.</title><content type='html'>So sorry Zat for writing right after yours but I just found this out so ya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. So as you all know Sezairi is the 3rd Singapore Idol. Arguably with the best voice, and now arguably the coolest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="432" height="347"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHW9lQU9MVg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DHW9lQU9MVg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="432" height="347"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Plus, it's like publicity for Sezairi, and he might land himself in some Hollywood movie etc etc. That'd be cool. And Kristen Stewart's damn hello in this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-8725056818737831900?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/8725056818737831900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=8725056818737831900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8725056818737831900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8725056818737831900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/sezairis-idol.html' title='Sezairi&apos;s idol.'/><author><name>Mus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245256482280903190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4428943418227965502</id><published>2010-07-14T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:45:08.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting pretty... for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TD3aADcNNdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/NWW58eYalKs/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493786814920340946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TD3aADcNNdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/NWW58eYalKs/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok it's not often that the table can look this way. I know it has only been a few games but let's keep up the good work and remain at the top. But knowing our luck, right after this post, we'll lose our next match and go on a 10 match losing streak. Standard la kan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my copy and paste skills pun bagus ah but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TD3V_TTdd2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/ZPAx6B-2P5g/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4428943418227965502?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4428943418227965502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4428943418227965502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4428943418227965502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4428943418227965502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/sitting-pretty-for-now.html' title='Sitting pretty... for now.'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TD3aADcNNdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/NWW58eYalKs/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-674818830363276169</id><published>2010-07-10T04:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T04:37:45.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse.</title><content type='html'>I just came back from watching Eclipse. It was so exciting, Nas and I created a side story while watching it. Mostly me, Nas just listened. But that's how bad it was for Nas to listen. Well Nas, this is not as good as our hunter story or Cheetah clan but it'll do ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="289"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHkPJ1ACLrg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vHkPJ1ACLrg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="289"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the actors/actresses are helloer than the real ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-674818830363276169?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/674818830363276169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=674818830363276169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/674818830363276169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/674818830363276169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse.'/><author><name>Mus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245256482280903190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4150262122879150417</id><published>2010-07-08T16:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:42:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike Cup 2010</title><content type='html'>It was like something out of a football commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see an urban landscape – dull, concrete gray, listless, but it promised more. It was the perfect foil for something to happen – something magical, spectacular. Two teams of five boys, one team in red, the other in blue, step into the rectangular court, as a solitary ball rests stationary in its middle. The rock soundtrack in the background turns up the tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A player in red kicks off. A cheeky backheel finds a teammate. With a deft flick, the latter evades one tackle. An elegant, Zidane-worthy 360-degree spin allows him to evade another. Free of his markers, the player unselfishly releases his Captain down the right wing with an intelligent through ball. The Captain releases a powerful shot…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You half-expect this sequence to cut to the logo of the brand behind the commercial, but all that fills your vision next are scenes of celebration and dejection (for those in blue). Further behind, a large statue of global football’s biggest superstar Cristiano Ronaldo looks down at proceedings, while a black Nike-themed stage, backed by a graffiti mural designed by street artists from Skope, stands in stylish contrast to the historic Kallang Stadium that looms large in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is no televsion commercial. This is the very real, very exhilarating finals of the Nike Cup 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34370_10150208252200085_763395084_13812055_1657004_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A very bad statue of Cristiano Ronaldo. With cameltoe. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs034.ash2/35055_10150208250890085_763395084_13812018_3442256_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs034.ash2/35055_10150208250890085_763395084_13812018_3442256_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From L-R) Samad, Ramly, Albert, Gilberto Nagini and Ali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs079.snc4/35324_140286982655518_111080445576172_400803_2660107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs079.snc4/35324_140286982655518_111080445576172_400803_2660107_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their friends, Osman, Sidek and Stan Jallalabad. I really have no idea who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs034.ash2/35055_10150208250875085_763395084_13812016_2673370_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs034.ash2/35055_10150208250875085_763395084_13812016_2673370_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the kids played, Tabular rocked with Muse's Starlight, and Kings of Leon's Use Somebody and Sex on Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs054.snc4/35055_10150208250905085_763395084_13812021_5005863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs054.snc4/35055_10150208250905085_763395084_13812021_5005863_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, The Great Spy Experiment took to the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs060.ash2/36385_10150208250610085_763395084_13812004_7018057_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs060.ash2/36385_10150208250610085_763395084_13812004_7018057_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot's for Zat. She's 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs035.snc4/34097_10150208250765085_763395084_13812014_7784016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs035.snc4/34097_10150208250765085_763395084_13812014_7784016_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada proves what we all have known for a long while: she can't play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs015.snc4/34097_10150208250770085_763395084_13812015_716155_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs015.snc4/34097_10150208250770085_763395084_13812015_716155_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I assure TLFC that I haven't lost my touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs034.ash2/35055_10150208250900085_763395084_13812020_3736934_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs034.ash2/35055_10150208250900085_763395084_13812020_3736934_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best striker to ever play for Singapore, and Fandi Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theurbanwire.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/IMG_6277-450x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://theurbanwire.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/IMG_6277-450x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Fandi put to good use what I taught him in an exhibition game. Indra Sahdan, Aide Iskandar, David Lee and Fazrul Nawwaz were also in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4150262122879150417?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4150262122879150417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4150262122879150417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4150262122879150417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4150262122879150417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/nike-cup-2010.html' title='Nike Cup 2010'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3878500832055198721</id><published>2010-07-05T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:24:04.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange is the colour of insanity</title><content type='html'>Since we are on the theme of football commercials, presenting to you.. the Oranje Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="289"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0BStdL8siY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0BStdL8siY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="289"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3878500832055198721?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3878500832055198721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3878500832055198721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3878500832055198721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3878500832055198721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/orange-is-colour-of-insanity.html' title='Orange is the colour of insanity'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3266463261354657930</id><published>2010-07-05T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:46:11.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on writing, Nike</title><content type='html'>This is yet another commercial by Nike for Spain. Logically they're gonna lose against Germany due to this commercial. However if you're not logical but the superstitious kind, they're gonna lose anyway. Anyone watched their match against Paraguay? I didn't. It was so boring I fell asleep on Faliq's couch. And that was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the frisbee went under the tong-cina-bakar-offerings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="289"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUW8wYA49tI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUW8wYA49tI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="289"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3266463261354657930?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3266463261354657930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3266463261354657930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3266463261354657930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3266463261354657930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/keep-on-writing-nike_05.html' title='Keep on writing, Nike'/><author><name>Mus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245256482280903190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-2118205142691678965</id><published>2010-07-03T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:32:07.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why Brazil lost</title><content type='html'>Sorry Nazir, I had to post this. Furthermore, my fans (actually just Nazir) have been saying that I haven't posted in the longest time, which is true. So here, this is why Brazil lost ah Nazir. I saw this vid during the half-time interval, how apt. Hahaha. But cheers to the Oranje, finally making it to the semis of the world cup, since 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xsHmU6jDbO4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xsHmU6jDbO4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-2118205142691678965?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/2118205142691678965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=2118205142691678965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2118205142691678965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2118205142691678965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-why-brazil-lost.html' title='This is why Brazil lost'/><author><name>Nas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395485350412235433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8377640310639250171</id><published>2010-07-02T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:17:53.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>German Glory</title><content type='html'>Germany. Known for class, excellence, trustworthy, effiecient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German Soccer Team. Known for its unity, consistency, powerhouse in global soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German coach. This Mus, the guy who is leading your team. He is known for picking the right tactics, striking gold at times, and eating up opponents. Maybe its a mantra he lives by or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMsHJdeDVBc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HMsHJdeDVBc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously la. Matrep seh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-8377640310639250171?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/8377640310639250171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=8377640310639250171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8377640310639250171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8377640310639250171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/07/german-glory.html' title='German Glory'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4732899067521362357</id><published>2010-06-30T07:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:05:22.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writes the future ah</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idLG6jh23yE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/idLG6jh23yE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've all already seen this video. Some of you like it, some of you think its really matrep and some of you don't care because no German players are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I noticed something about the players in the vid. Think about it, what do all these players have in commmon, besides their link to Nike? Give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didier Drogba - Bad World Cup. Ivory Coast out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabio Cannavaro- Bad World Cup. Italy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney - Really bad World Cup. England got dismantled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franck Ribery- Bad World Cup. French Soccer team is the nation's pride right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldinho Gaucho- The only exception. He hasn't had a bad World Cup. But then again, he's not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo - By his standards, he has had a bad World Cup. Portugal are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vid is a jinx. It jinxed the players and their respective teams. I think thats why Dunga left out Ronaldinho. Good move Dunga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully both Federer and Kobe don't fall prey to this curse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4732899067521362357?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4732899067521362357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4732899067521362357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4732899067521362357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4732899067521362357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/writes-future-ah.html' title='Writes the future ah'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3676043478668797924</id><published>2010-06-26T06:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:25:20.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siape menang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCasOgbigMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6duREQilNLo/s1600/nazir+chile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCasOgbigMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6duREQilNLo/s320/nazir+chile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487262561221116098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilean ke pe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was great. They cheered and sang, singing along with the players during the national anthem. I just step and followed along. I even tried to say the usual "butos" and "gua percaya sama lu la sanchez" but apparently Chileans aren't really familiar with those terms. So after a while I had to pip down and just watch the game. I also had to take my flag, which I placed on my back, down, cos it was hitting this guy. I was more of a nuisance than anything else, thank god I didn't get beaten up ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCUzFin0EuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FGi2jmf8T6A/s1600/DSC01424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCUzFin0EuI/AAAAAAAAAEY/FGi2jmf8T6A/s320/DSC01424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486847891306975970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCas5iHmUbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/foQwHXdBWdo/s1600/wildness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCas5iHmUbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/foQwHXdBWdo/s320/wildness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487263300408725938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Chile lost, thank god Honduras did me a favour. Why me? Cos i wanted to celebrate and soak in the atmosphere. It was insane. When Chile scored, I went nuts, I just jumped around and like joined a group of guys and shouted and all. Then after the game when we found out Chile was through, it was even crazier ah. Vuvuzelas being blown, confettis thrown, people cheering, posing for photos. Party on streets. Like when they opened the streets, and the cars drove by, people would like go to the cars, cheer, rock them and all. Then the drivers will horn back, wind down their window, sing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCas6I_AiqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F7ZZL934mFE/s1600/celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCas6I_AiqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F7ZZL934mFE/s320/celebration.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487263310841678498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Chile scored&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCaqFoPhgyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3i0WQNJ_u4s/s1600/chilee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCaqFoPhgyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3i0WQNJ_u4s/s320/chilee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487260209676124962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to take picture with one person but when others saw, they just rushed in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCauzg4D4RI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SWjOxh0_-bs/s1600/celebrate+chile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCauzg4D4RI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SWjOxh0_-bs/s320/celebrate+chile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487265396019159314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one of the many groups standing outside their houses and celebrating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah now this is really street soccer. And thats my ball. I caught it in the end but decided to just give it to them so that they could enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCauzD-ns0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/0jN4rYGzNTg/s1600/street+soccer+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCauzD-ns0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/0jN4rYGzNTg/s320/street+soccer+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487265388262044482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up Brazil. Actually it doesn't matter who wins. If Chile wins, then another street party. If Brazil wins, then hopefully they'll make it all the way to the finals cos I'll be there by then. So to answer the question, aku menang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3676043478668797924?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3676043478668797924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3676043478668797924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3676043478668797924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3676043478668797924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/siape-menang.html' title='Siape menang?'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/TCasOgbigMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6duREQilNLo/s72-c/nazir+chile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-498813702995686159</id><published>2010-06-24T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:31:05.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tula, Pak Abu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9nfhMB_BS8/TCM_459tW6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ifCvN4r543k/s1600/nistel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9nfhMB_BS8/TCM_459tW6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ifCvN4r543k/s320/nistel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486299017932266402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know Dutch people have a linked history with the Malays. Didn't know they watch Bujang Lapok also. Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/of77aw-rgK8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/of77aw-rgK8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-498813702995686159?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/498813702995686159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=498813702995686159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/498813702995686159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/498813702995686159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/tula-pak-abu.html' title='Tula, Pak Abu...'/><author><name>Mus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245256482280903190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i9nfhMB_BS8/TCM_459tW6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ifCvN4r543k/s72-c/nistel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6868499898892736697</id><published>2010-06-24T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:43:14.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singfest, Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Hey guys I just came from the Singfest press conference announcing the dates, location and most of the line-up (they havent confirmed all yet, they'll update me in the coming days) for the 3-night music extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it'll be from the 3rd-5th of August, at Fort Canning Park. Performances will kick off in the evening, because they understand that it's in the middle of the week, and not the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the confirm line-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMASHING FUCKING PUMPKINS!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I was happy when they reunited, but I didn't know they'd make it down to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kanye West&lt;/strong&gt;. 50 bucks for someone to go onto stage when he's performing and say, "I'm happy for you Kanye, and I'll let you finish, but TOWNs has the best damn blog in Singapore right now! Best damn blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondergirls&lt;/strong&gt; (those Korean hotties who sang I want nobody, nobody but you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orianthi&lt;/strong&gt; (the blonde lady guitarist for Michael Jackson's This Is It Tour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diane Birch&lt;/strong&gt;. This hello American soul and blues singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian Brown&lt;/strong&gt;. Not to be confused with Mr. Brown. One's a blogger, the other is the former lead singer of The Stone Roses. Was a big dude in the Brit Invasion days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Seconds To Mars&lt;/strong&gt;. That is one fast spaceship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates as I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-6868499898892736697?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6868499898892736697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6868499898892736697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6868499898892736697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6868499898892736697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/singfest-quick-update.html' title='Singfest, Quick Update'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-7245664497145448757</id><published>2010-06-24T12:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:22:18.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultra Marathon Match</title><content type='html'>With all the attention on the World Cup in South Africa, there is actually another major sporting event that is going on at the same time. The Wimbledon Open 2010 is officially underway this week on the pristine grass courts in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whist the usual favourites like Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal take centre stage, there was an absolutely amazing match that took place at court 18. The match between Nicolas Mahut of France and John Isner has officially become the longest match ever in Wimbledon history and get this, it is still not over. Due to poor light conditions at the end of the match, it will resume again today. Here are the mind-boggling statistics that will not be seen ever again in Wimbledon history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match is currently tied at 4-6, 6-3, 7-6, 6-7, 59-59. That's not a typo but ya. For all you tennis noobs, the Wimbledon Men's Singles matches like any other grands slams are played over the best of 5 sets. There will be no tie-breaker in the final 5th set, meaning that the winner has to win by a margin of 2 games. Last year's Wimbledon final saw Federer edging Roddick with a scoreline of 16-14 in the final set. That is child's play in comparison to the 59-59 scoreline. If anything, it looks more like a basketball score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match is into its 10th hour! That's right, 10 whopping hours! The last set alone has lasted 6 hours and is still counting! To put this into perspective, the previous record of longest Wimbledon Men's match stood at 6h 33 min. The only break these players will get is a 1.5 min break at the end of every 2 games when they change end and a 2 min break at the end of each set. Other than that, they are constantly up and running, chasing, hitting and serving balls. But the players are not the only ones affected. The poor umpire's ass must be sore from sitting on the same chair for almost half a day. The linesmen and ballboys must be claiming for overtime pay. And the fans surely are getting their every penny's worth. So far, John Isner has served 98 aces and 218 winners while Nicolas Mahut has served 94 aces and 216 winners. These are just ridiculous numbers unheard of in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only feel sorry for the loser of this match. To have played 10 hours of non-stop quality tennis and be knocked out only in the 2nd round will be the most bitter pill to swallow. Whatever the outcome though, these two players have surely cemented their names in tennis history. Respect to the max.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-7245664497145448757?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/7245664497145448757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=7245664497145448757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7245664497145448757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7245664497145448757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultra-marathon-match.html' title='Ultra Marathon Match'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-7979813303700594587</id><published>2010-06-22T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:42:27.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Del Piero and Oasis</title><content type='html'>While some people's favourite bands have their songs on the soundtrack of lame vampire movies, my favourite band gets namedropped by one of Italian soccer's biggest stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nn8uWP6gL-8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nn8uWP6gL-8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-7979813303700594587?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/7979813303700594587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=7979813303700594587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7979813303700594587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7979813303700594587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/del-piero-and-oasis.html' title='Del Piero and Oasis'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-5362027268754125761</id><published>2010-06-20T04:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:52:18.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waka Waka: This is Sur Africa</title><content type='html'>During the World Cup, everyone is a football pundit. We all have our own views, takes, critiques and intips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this World Cup has been quite boring. I hope its just a temporary thing. The games have been picking up,  but there is still nothing much to cheer for. The one bright spot for me is that Chile is in the World Cup and its great to see how the people are crazy about soccer, and hopefully next week I'll be able to wake up on time and be part of it. Other than that, the World Cup, like I said, has been quite quay. Even Spain, with their array of very talented players, did not perform. Thank god for Argentina and my current personal favourite, Serbia, for making me have hope, that things will turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one team that everyone talks about besides Spain, is obviously the soccer nation of the world, Brazil. But we all know that this isn't vintage Brazil, with the matrep Dunga wanting a more organized team. Boring. And whats even more boring, is how they manage to leave him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzCrQ-OKBfI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IzCrQ-OKBfI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he might not be at his peak and all that nonsense, but come on la, how can you leave a player of such calibre out. Its players like him who are able to light up the World Cup. And no Suff, I am not referring to Cantona. Which brings me to another matrep, Domenech. You bring players ike Henry and Malouda (for a Chelsea player  he isn't that bad), but you start with Govou who can't even finish a simple tap in and play Gignac. I rather call back Vikash Dhorasoo ah. Thats why Anelka was bingit I think. He was so fed up playing with Govou upfront that he was thinking, "Je te flouppe Fli", loosely translated,"I can't play with that matrep". So what do you do, swear at your coach, don't apologize, and off you go. Since he was subbed out before Mexico scored, he can say he didn't lose any game in the World Cup. Good thinking Anelka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hope for now is for Spain to remember how to score, Italy to learn how to defend, and for Lennon to sit on the bench and not play for England again. And for every country to play soccer befitting the World Cup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-5362027268754125761?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/5362027268754125761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=5362027268754125761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5362027268754125761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5362027268754125761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/waka-waka-this-is-sur-africa.html' title='Waka Waka: This is Sur Africa'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3562293179113287672</id><published>2010-06-17T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:19:21.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August Man's World Cup Review - AUGUSTMAN.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://augustman.com/August-Mans-World-Cup-Review-1402"&gt;August Man&amp;#39;s World Cup Review - AUGUSTMAN.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3562293179113287672?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://augustman.com/August-Mans-World-Cup-Review-1402' title='August Man&apos;s World Cup Review - AUGUSTMAN.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3562293179113287672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3562293179113287672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3562293179113287672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3562293179113287672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/august-mans-world-cup-review.html' title='August Man&apos;s World Cup Review - AUGUSTMAN.com'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4161120634219082196</id><published>2010-06-16T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T03:40:06.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Kisurat</title><content type='html'>Brazil was so boring, that the commentators were talking about Carlos's freekick during the game.&lt;div&gt;"I remember one time, Carlos curled a freekick in! ... ..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4161120634219082196?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4161120634219082196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4161120634219082196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4161120634219082196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4161120634219082196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-kisurat.html' title='World Cup Kisurat'/><author><name>Mus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13245256482280903190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3023911543935165444</id><published>2010-06-15T11:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:03:24.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ball is Too Round.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TBcI_zGynOI/AAAAAAAAAno/rtVq9YHIo28/s1600/adidas-jabulani-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TBcI_zGynOI/AAAAAAAAAno/rtVq9YHIo28/s200/adidas-jabulani-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482860963490340066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been 5 days into the World Cup and yet the star of the show so far has undoubtedly been... the ball. That's right. The official ball for World Cup 2010, the Adidas Jabulani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've scoured the net for the players' opinion on the ball. And here's what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The ball is dreadful. It’s horrible, but it’s horrible for  everyone.” – &lt;strong&gt;David James (England, goalkeeper)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The ball is a problem. You can’t anticipate which direction it is  going to go in. It is difficult for defenders to deal with and you can’t  take your eye off the ball until the very last second.” – &lt;strong&gt;Marcus  Tulio Tanaka (Japan, defender)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“The new ball is not decent, not just for goalkeepers but for  everyone. Its trajectory is unpredictable.” – &lt;strong&gt;Gigi Buffon  (Italy, goalkeeper)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It’s very weird. All of a sudden it changes trajectory on you. It’s  like it doesn’t want to be kicked. It’s incredible, it’s like someone is  guiding it. You are going to kick it and it moves out of the way. I  think it’s supernatural, it’s very bad.” – &lt;strong&gt;Luis Fabiano (Brazil,  forward)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It’s like a beach ball.” – &lt;strong&gt;Claudio Bravo (Chile, goalkeeper)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It’s terrible… like a ball you’d buy in a supermarket.” – &lt;strong&gt;Julio  Cesar (Brazil, goalkeeper)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Maybe they should stop trying to keep developing the ball and just  change the look of it. The ball goes all over the place.” –  &lt;strong&gt;Seigo  Narazaki (Japan, goalkeeper)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It’s a little sad that in a competition as big as the World Cup to  have such a poor ball. It’s not just the goalkeepers complaining, but  the outfield players as well.” – &lt;strong&gt;Iker Casillas (Spain,  goalkeeper)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It’s a catastrophe. I played with many different balls, some of  which wiggled or changed directions, but this one is the worst of them  all.” – &lt;strong&gt;Vladimir Stojkovic (Serbia, goalkeeper)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It’s a disaster… It moves so much and makes it difficult to control.  You jump up to head a cross and suddenly the ball will move and you  miss it!” – &lt;strong&gt;Giampaolo Pazzini (Italy, forward)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Technology is not everything; scientists came up with the atom bomb,  doesn’t mean we should have invented it!” - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marcus Hahnemann (USA, goalkeeper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“For sure the guy who designed this ball never played football.” - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robinho (Brazil, Forward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"But every cross I have seen has been overhit. It goes over the back  post. I haven't seen anyone get a free-kick over the wall yet" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamie Carragher ( England, Defender)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Germany has been using the ball for a good 6 months before the World Cup because the Bundesliga was free to use any ball of their choice thus choosing the Jabulani once it was launched. In the BPL however, Nike is the official ball supplier and the England team was still playing with an Umbro ball in its pre-World cup friendlies because of its arrangement with Umbro. This could possible explain the disparity in performance between Germany and the rest of the countries so far. But to what extent is the ball to be blamed for the team's performances on the pitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altitude can also be a factor, given that the matches in South Africa are played way above sea level. Having seen the matches, there seems to be a noticeable difference in the trajectory of the ball. Somehow, and this is especially evident in the replays, the ball has the ability to sway and even pick up pace in the middle of its trajectory. The fact that the ball has drawn severe criticism from numerous players now seems to suggest that there is a credible argument behind the complaints of the players. Maybe Adidas should just go back to basics. Instead of incorporating new technology and testing it out in their labs with their robots, they should just keep the technology simple and gather feedback from the players before anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that teams like Spain and Brazil will prove all the critics wrong. That a ball is a ball after all and that football can be played beautifully, regardless.&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/3698823066590598784-3023911543935165444?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3023911543935165444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3023911543935165444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3023911543935165444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3023911543935165444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/ball-is-round-too-round.html' title='The Ball is Too Round.'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TBcI_zGynOI/AAAAAAAAAno/rtVq9YHIo28/s72-c/adidas-jabulani-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6321570720654364332</id><published>2010-06-12T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:22:44.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabulani Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so it has begun. World Cup 2010 is finally here. 4 years in the making and for the very first time in the land of Africa. For people like us who eat, breathe and live football, there is no grander occasion to be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some weird reason, no one in this blog has displayed this enthusiasm on the blog so far. Bunch of lazy bastards. Nevertheless, it's never too late to inject some good old football enthusiasm. I guess everyone has picked out  their favourites going into the World Cup. Mus - Germany. Nas - Argentina. Suff - EAT DA POO POO. Nazir - Chile (cos you're in it). I think Spain is a definite favourite since they play the most beautiful football now with all the gloriously talented players in their team. England will be watched by everyone because of our close affinity to the EPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I am left to pick a team, it'll be the Netherlands. I still have fond memories of them in Euro 08 and if only they can put their differences aside and play as a team, I think they can really be a force to reckon with. How many teams can boast such an attacking array of talent in Sneijder, Van der Vaart, Robben and Van Persie? And not to forget Kuyt. Ok nvm let's forget Kuyt. No doubt they'll have a difficult route to the final with the prospect of facing Brazil and England, but these teams are probably equally fearful of facing the Netherlands themselves. Then again, beautiful football doesnt always guarantee results but for the sake of football, I really hope that the winner this time round does it with a brand of football that all of us can only hope to emulate, much like how Spain did it in Euro 08. Only that will do the world of football justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-6321570720654364332?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6321570720654364332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6321570720654364332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6321570720654364332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6321570720654364332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/jabulani-fever.html' title='Jabulani Fever'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8970593182098560566</id><published>2010-06-02T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:48:04.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So about a week ago, I sat for what could probably be, barring any disastrous results, my last university exam. And with that, it officially concluded my university life. Another 3 years of education that has ended before I could even come to terms with it. The post-exams feelings were great, a mixture of absolute liberation and anti-climax nothingness. It's a funny feeling, having nothing to do after weeks of studying. But I'm not complaining yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All of that though cannot mask the fact that I am about to enter the next huge phase of my life, the unenviable task of making the transition from the familiar school environment into the virtual unknown of the working world. To feel nervous will be an understatement, but along with it also comes a tinge of excitement. One that probably stems from the fact that it is an inevitable process after all. A rite of passage of that all of us will go through sooner than later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So the journey starts here. Job hunting. God knows how long it'll take me to find a job. Ideally, I'll like a job revolving around Audit/Assurance/Taxation so I'll be applying for jobs in these areas. A boring job but whatever la nothing beats Data Reconfiguration and Statistical Analysis so ya. Whether I'll get the job is another matter so to quote a good old friend, I'll "cross the bridge when it comes". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till then, I'll be revelling in the lazy days that lie ahead of me. Ahhhh life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-8970593182098560566?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/8970593182098560566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=8970593182098560566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8970593182098560566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8970593182098560566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/next-phase.html' title='The Next Phase'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1959745597173644726</id><published>2010-06-01T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:11:47.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoebe's Quirks 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TAPttATGpbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/sZBVdNapxIA/s1600/412+TOW+The+Embryos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TAPttATGpbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/sZBVdNapxIA/s400/412+TOW+The+Embryos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477482929242678706" 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/3698823066590598784-1959745597173644726?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/1959745597173644726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=1959745597173644726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1959745597173644726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1959745597173644726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/06/phoebes-quirks-101.html' title='Phoebe&apos;s Quirks 101'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/TAPttATGpbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/sZBVdNapxIA/s72-c/412+TOW+The+Embryos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8920424494855299635</id><published>2010-05-19T11:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:38:45.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skydiving but ya</title><content type='html'>I know my walk is off, my actions are awkward and my hair, lets not talk about it, but I finally did it. Something that I wanted to do for a long time. 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It's for the Ellen Degeneres show, and I really think she deserves the spot. 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Only TL can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4362902926554469314?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4362902926554469314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4362902926554469314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4362902926554469314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4362902926554469314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/05/baik-tl.html' title='Baik TL'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S92NHIRLTfI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Oxf4U9WigSY/s72-c/TL+League+Standings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6652013040564344376</id><published>2010-04-26T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:41:27.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Madonna Nudes: An Interview with Martin H.M. 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I've helped out with an interview with Dr. Kay Segler, CEO of BMW. The dude has a cool German accent which Mus would appreciate. But his English is pretty incoherent. But through that (from what I could discern in the interview), I learnt a lot about the BMW M Series - performance cars that, at the press of a button, can go from Orchard Road-chic to racetrack roaring. Non-vital information, actually, considering I won't be having a car for a good few more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a piece on Evangeline Lilly, which is right up my alley for three reasons: she's hello, she acts in Lost, and I think I wanna marry her. Sorry, Emma and Natalie (Imbruglia). Look out for it in the May issue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also doing a section called Drink of the Month, which features a cocktail from one of Singapore's nightspots. To do this part, I have to call the Marketing Executives of the bar/pub/club, tell them what I'm doing and ask for hi-resolution photos. Being introverted and shy, I find this terribly hard to do. Really. Seriously. But they're mostly very, very nice and helpful, and they usually invite me to go down and try the cocktail myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S8SHwAyOdmI/AAAAAAAAAig/_3ETEsgGzPw/s1600/Photo0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S8SHwAyOdmI/AAAAAAAAAig/_3ETEsgGzPw/s320/Photo0141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459637907194017378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I attended the opening of the Gucci boutique at Paragon. Saw Rohai there, but he was unavailable for photography. It's a beautiful place, with beautiful shoes and clothes and bags I would never buy for the numerals attached to the dollar signs on the tags. I saw this wallet that had the Gucci monoprint in black, with red threadings by the edges. Fucking shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's been my life so far. I haven't even gotten to the part about my colleagues yet. They're a mad mélange of fabulous and straight-cool and intellect. But I have too much work to do to continue on that. Evangeline Lilly demands that I write more about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios.And Koko Krunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-8987365985891202724?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/8987365985891202724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=8987365985891202724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8987365985891202724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8987365985891202724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/04/une-semaine.html' title='Une Semaine'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S8SHwAyOdmI/AAAAAAAAAig/_3ETEsgGzPw/s72-c/Photo0141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6942728866559741481</id><published>2010-04-09T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:12:23.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Instincts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii56/hisupermodel/Katherine_Heigl/Katherine-Heigl-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii56/hisupermodel/Katherine_Heigl/Katherine-Heigl-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She once starred in a box office debacle entitled Zyzzyx Road, a 2006 thriller etched in Hollywood’s history books as the lowest-earning film ever. It grossed a not-so-whopping US$30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not many among Hollywood’s current leading ladies can do a Katherine Heigl. For one, she was one of the few child stars who made that rare smooth transition from wide-eyed starlet to mature actress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She displays versatility in her craft, with noted performances across different genres: from period drama King of the Hill to acclaimed comedy Knocked Up, with horror flick Bride of Chucky in between. Katherine is also one of Hollywood’s select few who was able to sustain a career both on television and in major motion pictures, with stellar roles in teenage drama series Roswell and as the good medical intern Isobel Stevens in Grey’s Anatomy. Heck, she even got through last month's wardrobe malfunction without a Janet-esque press fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the starring roles are coming hard and fast, with this June’s Killers coming at the back of box office-friendly The Ugly Truth, and preceding yet another romantic comedy, Life As We Know It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realist, however, does not see life as roses and laughter all the time. “I do think you've got to fight a lot of the time to be respected in business, in relationships, in life,” she told Allure. “I learned that early in my career.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-6942728866559741481?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6942728866559741481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6942728866559741481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6942728866559741481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6942728866559741481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/04/killer-instincts.html' title='Killer Instincts'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii56/hisupermodel/Katherine_Heigl/th_Katherine-Heigl-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-2851155522645574160</id><published>2010-04-07T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:04:55.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You've Moved On In Life When...</title><content type='html'>Your emails sign off like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S7ye76FBnDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/CDtb8wgLCv4/s1600/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S7ye76FBnDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/CDtb8wgLCv4/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457411600506002482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-2851155522645574160?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/2851155522645574160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=2851155522645574160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2851155522645574160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2851155522645574160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-youve-moved-on-in-life-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;ve Moved On In Life When...'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S7ye76FBnDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/CDtb8wgLCv4/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-2525521869168521718</id><published>2010-04-04T08:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:44:48.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you send a SJIM/A towns representative to another country for exchange? We all already know, you get an earthquake. So how do you make ammends for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a 7 hour trip to the affected area, build a house, or 2, from scratch, work form 8am to 11pm, freeze your ass off and sleep. And guess what, repeat those steps again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in a days work. Stay tune for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-2525521869168521718?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/2525521869168521718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=2525521869168521718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2525521869168521718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2525521869168521718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-do.html' title='What do you do'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8801862873457307047</id><published>2010-03-31T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:20:18.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Gary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were a couple of things that bothered me this morning, while watching the Man U vs Bayern match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I missed Rooney's goal. By 1 minute. I fell asleep on my couch and when I finally woke up and switched the channel, the score already reads 1-0 to Man U. I know it's not the worst thing in the world to see, but I had planned to watch the match right from the start when they revealed the starting line-up. A bit of an anti-climax but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, watching the match on Singtel MIO TV was such an unpleasant experience. The images were constantly jerky throughout the entire match, which was just plain annoying. Every few seconds or so, the screen breaks into small pixelated boxes and makes this weird Transformers noise. And this is not even a one-off thing, even the other normal programmes are affected by the same problem. At the very least, we should be able to expect a smooth and uninterrupted programming, be it 'live' or not. The occasional glitches can be expected but the frequency of those occurrences suggests that there is more to it than just a technical glitch.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the kind of quality we get in return for paying nothing during the promotional period? Because if they're trying to break into the market, this is definitely not one way of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now onto the match. Here's a question. Besides having Lucas in the team, what are the other ways a team can self-destroy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)Have Gary Neville in the team.&lt;br /&gt;B)Have Gary Neville as captain of the team.&lt;br /&gt;C)Have Captain Gary Neville play volleyball just at the edge of the penalty box when your team is leading 1-0 away from home in a crucial Champions League Quarter Final.&lt;br /&gt;D)All of the above, so for God's sake please retire now and start running your marathons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is D), wow I totally didn't see that coming. Not only was it a moment of stupidity, it was a costly one as well. The free-kick he conceded led to Bayern's equaliser. That goal gave the home team the impetus to search for the winner, which they eventually did albeit in the dying minutes.&lt;br /&gt;And who started all this self destruction? Captain Marvel Gary Neville himself. Boy am I proud of this captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all though, Man U thoroughly deserved to lose the match. The midfield was dead and they lost the ball on too many occasions. Bayern ran the midfield and had most of the possession, which was frustrating because the 5 man midfield Man U deployed were supposed to do exactly just that. Bayern's passing game was nowhere as close to Barca's so for them to have that much of the ball showed how badly Man U played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still a 2-1 away defeat is not the end of the world. What is worrying though will be the extent of Rooney's injury. Another big match on Saturday awaits and I just cannot wait for the captain to lead the team out of the tunnel woohoooo go GARY! Tak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-8801862873457307047?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/8801862873457307047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=8801862873457307047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8801862873457307047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8801862873457307047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-gary.html' title='Go Gary!'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-5346018481862849263</id><published>2010-03-20T08:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:09:51.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chile But ya Week 3</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted any updates about my experience but I'll do it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was out today and I saw this. Reminded me of someone but ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVKgpnqZmVw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVKgpnqZmVw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought gifst for 2 of you guys. 2 down, 3 more to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mus, an alternative other than Shrunken head but ya. Might not be going Ecuador.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-5346018481862849263?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/5346018481862849263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=5346018481862849263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5346018481862849263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5346018481862849263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/03/chile-but-ya-week-3.html' title='Chile But ya Week 3'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3642871431906741845</id><published>2010-03-13T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:07:11.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didi Hamann</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm not gonna talk bout Didi Hamann, but Didi Benami. When I hear Didi, Hamann's the first name that came to my mind. Anyway, this Didi Benami, now in the top 12, has a damn nice voice ah, and I feel she's got the Taylor Swift vibe. I think got potential. Of course there's also Siobhan (nama style dok) and some other girls I can't remember their names, who also can go far. But check this out, I think it's a cool performance. I like her style ah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_iP3D-jIuw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y_iP3D-jIuw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3642871431906741845?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3642871431906741845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=3642871431906741845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3642871431906741845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/3642871431906741845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/03/didi-hamann.html' title='Didi Hamann'/><author><name>Nas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395485350412235433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6952565886254703846</id><published>2010-03-12T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:14:56.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budak Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S5oFRsg3ZhI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2XwmsZXpl8c/s1600-h/CIMG3799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S5oFRsg3ZhI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2XwmsZXpl8c/s400/CIMG3799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447672500822959634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kiiiiiiiiii badan kau. Tak. Happy Birthday but ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-6952565886254703846?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6952565886254703846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6952565886254703846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6952565886254703846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6952565886254703846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/03/budak-chile.html' title='Budak Chile'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S5oFRsg3ZhI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2XwmsZXpl8c/s72-c/CIMG3799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6687467277221882274</id><published>2010-03-09T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:19:30.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goodness Liverpool</title><content type='html'>I dunno why I bothered waking up in the morning to watch yet another pathetic horrible abysmal i-dunno-how-else-to-describe performance by Liverpool. Once again, they didn't fail to disappoint. Now the table looks smth like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Position&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Team&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GP&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tottenham &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;28&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;49&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man City&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;49&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Liverpool&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aston Villa&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;26&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for 4th ah, I think 5th also will have trouble getting. What the hell, I think 6th is a good enough target. One might wonder what is wrong with a team that has a high calibre star player like Lucas Leiva (see excerpt below) playing for them week in week out yet not able to win matches. There's nothing wrong but ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Wikipedia - "Lucas also became the youngest player to ever to receive &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Placar" title="Placar" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Placar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; magazine's &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bola_de_Ouro" title="Bola de Ouro" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Bola de Ouro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Golden Ball), given to the best player in the Campeonato Brasileiro — an honour previously won by the likes of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zico" title="Zico" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Zico&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falc%C3%A3o" title="Falcão" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Falcão&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Careca" title="Careca" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Careca&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexsandro_de_Souza" title="Alexsandro de Souza" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;, Fowi,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romario" title="Romario" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Romario&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kak%C3%A1" title="Kaká" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Kaká&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_T%C3%A9vez" title="Carlos Tévez" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;Tévez&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucas_Leiva#cite_note-1" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;[&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucas_Leiva#cite_note-1" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucas_Leiva#cite_note-1" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;]&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&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/3698823066590598784-6687467277221882274?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6687467277221882274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6687467277221882274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6687467277221882274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6687467277221882274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-goodness-liverpool_09.html' title='My Goodness Liverpool'/><author><name>Nas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395485350412235433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-8201566214522318378</id><published>2010-03-03T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:51:29.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Nas now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S46FU_mqU-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/JmPcAd71Upw/s1600-h/615+tow+that+could+have+been3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S46FU_mqU-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/JmPcAd71Upw/s400/615+tow+that+could+have+been3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444435595254977506" 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/3698823066590598784-8201566214522318378?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/8201566214522318378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=8201566214522318378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8201566214522318378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/8201566214522318378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-nas-now.html' title='This is Nas now'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S46FU_mqU-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/JmPcAd71Upw/s72-c/615+tow+that+could+have+been3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-3362823408578061533</id><published>2010-03-02T05:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:58:05.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Our Chilean correspondent Nazir with an exclusive update of the situation in Chile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLA Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah isap la ok. Basically you guys know the full story all. And for once I don't want to exaggerate. My area is safe but ya. Some shattered glass, cracks and stuff, but definitely not as bad as what you've seen on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave with you this for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/S40nGNPXknI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1iXsPj3DJjU/s1600-h/but+ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/S40nGNPXknI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/1iXsPj3DJjU/s320/but+ya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444050512147616370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-3362823408578061533?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/3362823408578061533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4508950260646956402</id><published>2010-02-28T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:48:59.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We hope you are safe but ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got this from Channel Newsasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SMU students in Chile for exchange programme are safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE: Four of the six Singapore Management University (SMU) students who are in Santiago, Chile, for an exchange programme are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students has called home, seven hours after the 8.8-magnitude earthquake hit 200 miles southwest of the capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two students are not in the same dormitory but are also believed to be safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massive quake had snapped power lines and severed communications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, the student's mother told MediaCorp that the group arrived in Santiago at about noon local time and headed to a dormitory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until she heard from her Saturday evening, that had been the last time she spoke to her daughter, who is a third year accounting student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are really worried because we are wondering exactly how bad the situation is and whether any of the buildings around her collapsed or anything like that," said Zerina Khushi, mother of Iman Ashil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I managed to speak to one of the families whose son is also there at the same time, and they haven't heard anything either and we are just praying really hard that she will be fine and somehow contact us as soon as she can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students are registered with the Singapore Foreign Affairs Ministry and the families are in touch with the Ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4508950260646956402?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4508950260646956402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4508950260646956402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4508950260646956402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4508950260646956402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-hope-you-are-safe-but-ya.html' title='We hope you are safe but ya'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-6766132885792585155</id><published>2010-02-15T14:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:00:11.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Wands</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="430" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CS7xDS24GGE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CS7xDS24GGE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="430" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because there are some problems you can't fix with a reparo charm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-6766132885792585155?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/6766132885792585155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=6766132885792585155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6766132885792585155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/6766132885792585155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/02/dangerous-wands.html' title='Dangerous Wands'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1325895309129268231</id><published>2010-02-13T00:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:10:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AI Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5V0iKkfuuA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5V0iKkfuuA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too early to tell now but when I first heard this on TV, I actually wanted him to play the entire song. Andrew Garcia, definitely one to look out for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-1325895309129268231?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/1325895309129268231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=1325895309129268231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1325895309129268231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1325895309129268231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/02/ai-alert.html' title='AI Alert'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4032073734299922144</id><published>2010-02-06T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:53:19.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing Muse Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrBaFgWqBxE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrBaFgWqBxE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse opened with Uprising and just look at the crowd which went hysterical. And seriously they sound exactly the same live la. Freaking awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X2J_2Bo-_ak&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X2J_2Bo-_ak&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is of lower video quality but from a very good vantage point. You can really hear the crowd singing. The part where it goes "Oooooohhhhhhh ya ya ya ya" semua orang macam faham. And I'm pretty sure one of those hands is mine. Make that two ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwjq8Xtn0us&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qwjq8Xtn0us&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights and sounds. You cant ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys can find better videos on YouTube, donts donts post it here. Dontsss ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4032073734299922144?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4032073734299922144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4032073734299922144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4032073734299922144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4032073734299922144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/02/reminiscing-muse-part-1.html' title='Reminiscing Muse Part 1'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-4488271380819217674</id><published>2010-02-04T13:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:40:03.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse : The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;M.U.S.E. Mindblowing, Unbelievable, Stunning Experience. Anyone who was lucky enough to be at Big Night Out 2010 yesterday at the Singapore Indoor Stadium will have to agree with me. I know it's easy to be caught in the post-concert euphoria but I'm sure I'll be talking about this one even after the dust has settled down. BNO 2010 featured 3 bands in total but there was no doubt who the headliner was on the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that Muse lived up to its billing would be an understatement. Muse was beyond awesome. Right from their very first song Uprising, it had the crowd jumping wildly and singing in unison. It was by far the craziest crowd I've been in. There was barely any room for me to jump but I did anyway, crashing and bumping into the unsuspecting random people around me. Such was the atmosphere that everyone was literally on a high, to the extent of oblivion to their immediate surroundings. And this is no exaggeration but at the end of the first song when I was finally on my two feet again, I saw the world spinning around me and for a while I thought that was how it felt to faint. It was that intense and energy-sapping, surviving the concert is a feat in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at all the songs Muse played, it will be hard to pick one that truly stands out. But I thought Muse totally killed me by playing Hysteria and Stockholm Syndrome back-to-back. To hear the opening bass solo of Hysteria was surreal, it was exactly what I imagined it to be and more having listened to them on my mp3 all this while. And then there was the small matter of Matt Bellamy slaughtering the solos. It sounded so much the same you could easily have mistaken for it to be played off a CD. Special mention also has to be given to songs like Starlight and Time is Running Out which had the crowd singing its every word. I guess everyone has their personal song favourites but they were all equally brilliant to me. Knights of Cydonia was the perfect song to close the show. It was an ending that will be etched in my mind for a good while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me the chills just reminiscing about it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I just cant explain in words how it felt to be in the moment, there and then. Musical orgasm, that will probably be it. In fact, I might have to check my pants. Itu seluardalam aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse Official Setlist: 3rd February, Singapore Indoor Stadium:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uprising&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Map of the Problematique&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resistance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interlude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hysteria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stockholm Syndrome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nishe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;United States Of Eurasia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunburn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helsinki Jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Undisclosed Desires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MK Ultra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time is Running Out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unnatural Selection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exogenesis: Symphony Part 1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plug in Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knights of Cydonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So as you can see, it was a full setlist so no misrep. Matrep ada ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-4488271380819217674?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/4488271380819217674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=4488271380819217674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4488271380819217674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/4488271380819217674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/02/muse-aftermath.html' title='Muse : The Aftermath'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1817190231737205220</id><published>2010-02-02T08:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:23:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mighty Sphinxes: Commentary by Suffian Hakim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thejakartaglobe.com/media/images/large/afp20100131135102169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 310px;" src="http://thejakartaglobe.com/media/images/large/afp20100131135102169.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, the mighty Pharoahs are the rulers of Africa, winning their third consecutive African Cup of Nations with a 1-0 victory over fierce rivals Ghana in Luanda today. Individual honours were given to their footballing princes, captain Ahmed Hossem - the cultured midfielder was picked as Player of the Tournament, while attacker-slash-super-supersub-slash-hero-of-the-final Mohamed Gedo came off the bench to claim his Golden Boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dominance over African football in the first decade of the 21st century is remarkable. As big money brought about the globalization of football, Egypt was relatively insulated as compared to big exporters Nigeria (with the likes of Nwankwo Kanu, Yakubu and Jay-Jay Okocha) and Cameroon (the master himself, Samuel Eto'o, Geremi, Alexandre Song). In their current African Cup of Nations squad, the only player still plying his trade in Europe was Borrusia Dortmund's striker, Mohamed Zidan. Ahmed Hossem used to play in Belgium for heavyweights Anderlecht, but returned to Egypt two seasons ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet it was the Northern Africans who lifted the trophy in Luanda. And they did so without boasting a Didier Drogba or an Obafemi Martins or (had it not been for the terrorist attack) an Emmanuel Adebayor. Their winning goal in the final was scored by a 25-year-old who made his national debut less than half a year ago. Mohamed Gedo's total number of caps attained since then is less than a twentieths of 34-year-old captain Ahmed Hossem's 172.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lions can learn a lot from the Egyptians. Sure, there are a lot of differences between us and the Egyptians. Their history has spanned for millenia, and they are hailed as one of the earliest civilisations in human history, Our history started mere centuries ago, with an Indonesian prince throwing his crown off his ship so it wouldn't sink. Their half-lion protector is the Sphinx, who presides before the Giza pyramids. Our half-lion protector is the Merlion, who spits out a lot of water into the Singapore River. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In football, the gulf is evident, but more bridgeable. We lack our own Ahmed Hossem - a charismatic leader so fine an athlete that he is capable of leading well into his 30s. A decade ago, we had such a player: only instead of Ahmed, he was an Ahmad. And instead of Hossem, he was Fandi. Fandi has since hung up his boots, and has since delved into the coaching and management aspects of the game. However, he had no successor in the national team. Indra Sahdan Daud, while intelligent and blessed with crisp finishing, has been inconsistent. Aleksandr Duric, imposing and towering, is foreign, and arrived into the scene too late to be a central figure in Singapore's international exploits. Noh Alam Shah perhaps possesses some of Fandi's guile, but lacks the discipline to achieve the latter's lofty heights. Khairul Amri, while blessed with talent, is still young and learning his trade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Egyptian team has a strong spine, with the rejuvenated defender Hani Said and experienced centre-back Wael Gomaa providing a stable platform to launch strong attacks spearheaded by the creative forces of Hossem, Shikabala and Zidan and the very enthusiastic Emad Moteab. Singapore has something similar. Baihakki Khaizan, Precious Emujeraye and Daniel Bennett, when on song, can provide a very solid base for Messrs. Hariss Harun, Khairul Amri and Indra to express themselves. And while this combination did bear some fruit regionally (a Bronze in the latest SEA Games), the Lions have yet to make their mark at a continental level, let alone in international football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A problem with Singaporean football is also perhaps our over-reliance on young talent. The existence of a Young Lions team in the S-League bears testament to that. While this ensures that these prodigies are groomed to fulfil their footballing potentials, it deters, perhaps even inadvertently preventing, late bloomers from making that step up to become a force in the national team. Egypt's hero of the final, Mohamed Gedo, earned his first cap at 25 - a senior citizen among national team debutants - and went on to become the tournament's top scorer with his 3rd to 8th caps. Building for the future is good, as long as the efforts of the less green are also given recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt also has a much different footballing culture than most of the African teams. It is identified by a stronger Middle Eastern influence rather than an African one. While perhaps lacking in physical prowess as compared to their counterparts in the tournament, the Egyptian squad managed this record-breaking achievement through determination and a strong, disciplined approach. Singapore has a different footballing culture also. Taking its cue from manpower trends in Singapore, the national team has also imported foreign talent into its ranks, giving the team a much more metropolitan feel than other teams from the region. This diversity in talent and footballing styles, if channelled properly, could bode well for Singaporean soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our Lions can learn from Egypt's triumphs, perhaps one day Singapore too, can dominate regional or continental soccer the way Egypt has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then finally we can revisit Goal 2010, but for a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-1817190231737205220?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/1817190231737205220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=1817190231737205220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1817190231737205220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1817190231737205220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-mighty-sphinxes-commentary-by.html' title='Like Mighty Sphinxes: Commentary by Suffian Hakim'/><author><name>suff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hWr3UImmlQ/S6xVbSwPdYI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fI_-BxkG5Nc/s1600-R/4536_185632510084_763395084_7337238_2615558_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-5712383239001041641</id><published>2010-01-31T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:29:53.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Federer Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S2Why34XubI/AAAAAAAAAmc/mCQ_h1fx_P8/s1600-h/b_FedererWin_27_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S2Why34XubI/AAAAAAAAAmc/mCQ_h1fx_P8/s400/b_FedererWin_27_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432926420858288562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S2WhtPwae-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ecp3ZSJvj2k/s1600-h/b_murray_31_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S2WhtPwae-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/ecp3ZSJvj2k/s400/b_murray_31_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432926324188150754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S2WhhzezKGI/AAAAAAAAAmM/TVtO7Ca0sXo/s1600-h/b_federer_31_42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S2WhhzezKGI/AAAAAAAAAmM/TVtO7Ca0sXo/s400/b_federer_31_42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432926127619516514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About this time last year, I wrote an entry just before Federer was about to enter battle against Nadal in the Australian Open 2009 Final. Nadal won that match in an epic 5 set thriller, one of the best that the Australian crowd had ever witnessed. During the prize presentation, Federer broked down into tears and sobbed uncontrollably. This coming from the man, whom at that time, was already a living tennis legend with 13 Grand Slams to his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a year later, I'm happy to say there is no such drama. The Australian Open 2010 has just concluded with Federer finally reinstated as champion with a straightforward victory over Andy Murray. He now holds 16 Grand Slams to his name, a record unparalleled in the history of the Men's game. His sublime shot-making aside, let me point out other less evident things about this great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been said about Federer, the tennis player, but not much has been said about Federer, the athlete. From all my time watching Federer play, I've never once see him pant. Not once. And this is with the multiple cameras following his every move every second. Granted that they're all super fit professionals but even the best of them had their moments when they look like they can take a breather. Federer, on the other hand, looks like he's taking a stroll on the park on every point. I'm not exaggerating, watch him play and you will know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federer may be a champion but more importantly, he is the people's champion. The fans love him, the players love him, even the journalists love him. He's outpsoken yet sincere, confident yet respectful. Just about the right amount I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Federer's a humanitarian. In addition to his own foundation, he also initiated "Hit for Haiti" at the start of the Australian Open which saw himself and fellow tennis superstars hitting for a cause. The laidback event was a huge success and proceeds went to the relief efforts in Haiti. Tennis aside, he is a good man after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, you all may not appreciate him as much as I do but tennis is my passion and Roger Federer is definitely the man for the sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-5712383239001041641?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/5712383239001041641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=5712383239001041641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5712383239001041641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5712383239001041641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/01/federer-express.html' title='The Federer Express'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S2Why34XubI/AAAAAAAAAmc/mCQ_h1fx_P8/s72-c/b_FedererWin_27_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-2098310142672670774</id><published>2010-01-31T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:14:30.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dah tua pe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S2Vz-IiNM_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/gSCFyR576kM/s1600-h/714+tow+they+all+turn+thirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S2Vz-IiNM_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/gSCFyR576kM/s400/714+tow+they+all+turn+thirty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432876036772410354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the first of us turns 24, I bet we must all be thinking like Joey. Kiii seh 24.&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/3698823066590598784-2098310142672670774?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/2098310142672670774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=2098310142672670774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2098310142672670774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/2098310142672670774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/01/dah-tua-pe.html' title='Dah tua pe'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y20btEVN_vg/S2Vz-IiNM_I/AAAAAAAAAmE/gSCFyR576kM/s72-c/714+tow+they+all+turn+thirty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-1665244098197619207</id><published>2010-01-29T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:57:30.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a letter makes : From Mus to MUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok guys, next Wed 3rd February 2010 is the night. Big Night Out 2010 featuring MUSE with guests Rise Against and Saosin but who cares about them la seriously. So to get into the MUSE groove again, I did a bit of research on their concert setlists. Here's a sample of their recent ones this January:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jan 15 Auckland, New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uprising&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Born&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Undisclosed Desires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interlude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hysteria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stockholm Syndrome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nishe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;United States Of Eurasia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helsinki Jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resistance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starlight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time is Running Out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unnatural Selection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plug In Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knights of Cydonia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 17 Southport, Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="summary clearfix"&gt;  &lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uprising&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stockholm Syndrome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Undisclosed Desires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interlude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hysteria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nishe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;United States Of Eurasia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeling Good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helsinki Jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resistance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starlight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time is Running Out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unnatural Selection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plug in Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knights of Cydonia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And their latest one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jan 26 Melbourne Australia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uprising&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supermassive Black Hole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Born&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Undisclosed Desires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interlude&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hysteria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nishe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;United States Of Eurasia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helsinki Jam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MK Ultra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starlight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time Is Running Out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unnatural Selection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back in Black (ACDC Cover- siapa menang seh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plug in Baby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knights of Cydonia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got these from http://www.setlist.fm/setlists/muse-53d6ebd5.html. A credible source ah, they're like the Wikipedia for concert setlists. So as you all can see, there's a pattern of some sorts. Only that they change the order of the songs from time to time. But the bulk of songs that they  play in each country pretty much remain the same. More importantly, Hysteria, Plug in Baby and Knights of Cydonia are in. Seriously I just can't wait for these 3 songs ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And also in case they decided to be matrep and not play their full setlist , I also read up on my law notes regarding Misrepresentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Misrepresentation is a pre-contractual statement and a false statement of fact which induces the innocent party(representee) to enter into a contract. The false statement is material and the innocent party relies on it. The most important aspect though is for misrepresentation to be actionable, it must induce the person to whom it is addressed to make a contract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remembered clearly reading on LAMC Productions(the organiser responsible for BNO 2010) official website, where they stated that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muse will play their full setlist in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. And only upon reading this, we then confirmed the decision to buy the tickets. This was important because we would not want to pay just to watch them play only a few songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not that I'm expecting LAMC to go back on their words la, but look what happened to The Killers and kita kan SJIM so you know la our luck. So don't worry guys in case shit happens, I'll ring up Roberts and Fong, talk to Rebecca Lim or Elfaeza Ul Haq and we can watch our case reenacted on The Pupil Season 2. Settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-1665244098197619207?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/1665244098197619207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=1665244098197619207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1665244098197619207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/1665244098197619207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-difference-letter-makes-from-mus.html' title='What a difference a letter makes : From Mus to MUSE'/><author><name>Zat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-7441800106071517571</id><published>2010-01-28T09:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:46:52.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Lawyer</title><content type='html'>The Salvation Army realised that it had never received a donation from the city's most successful lawyer. &lt;br /&gt;So a Salvation Army volunteer made an appointment to see the lawyer in his lavish office.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volunteer opened the meeting by saying, "Our research shows that even though your annual income is over two million dollars, you don't give a cent to charity. Wouldn't you like to give something back to your community through the Salvation Army?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer thought for a moment and said, "First, did your research also show you that my mother is dying after a long, painful illness and has huge medical bills that are far beyond her ability to pay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, the Salvation Army volunteer mumbled, "Uh... no, I didn't know that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Secondly," says the lawyer, "did it show that my brother, a disabled Veteran, is blind, confined to a wheelchair and is unable to support his wife and six children?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stricken volunteer began to stammer an apology, but was cut off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thirdly,  "the lawyer said, "did your research also show you that my sister's husband died in a dreadful car accident, leaving her penniless with a mortgage and the burden of supporting three children, one of whom is disabled and another who has learning disabilities requiring an array of private tutors?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely beaten, the humiliated Salvation Army volunteer said, "I'm so sorry. I had no idea."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the lawyer said, "So, if I don't give any money to them, what makes you think I'd give any to you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-7441800106071517571?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/7441800106071517571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=7441800106071517571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7441800106071517571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/7441800106071517571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/01/indian-lawyer.html' title='Indian Lawyer'/><author><name>Nazir17</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11022179889205470445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-5822495665606236697</id><published>2010-01-25T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:40:11.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dei, who won da</title><content type='html'>Its not every week that we come back from 3-0 down and win. Then again, its not often that we win at all, so I think this win deserves 2 entries. Got it from the AFL site. And I have to say, the picture is cool ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/S11abdpj7rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fuRpDsKF5Yo/s1600-h/Nas+and+Darryl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/S11abdpj7rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fuRpDsKF5Yo/s320/Nas+and+Darryl.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430596153540603570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Darryl, TlFC's most dedicated player, celebrating with a teammate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPOD News Center - Tusser Ranger Senior's challenge for the title suffered a major setback over the weekend when they lost to an energetic TL FC to fall 12 points off the leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few would have given TL a chance in this tie, especially when Tusser raced to an early 3-0 lead in the first half. TL then reduced the deficit to 2 goals with a free kick just before the break. The second half produced end to end football from both sides where a mixture of defensive mistakes and TL's strength at set pieces saw the undergraduates claw back to 4-4. A final nail was driven into Tusser's coffin right at the death of the match when they conceded an own goal from a TL corner kick, after which the final whistle went immediately as TL erupted in celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our game, Rendezvous asked John Tay for the score. They were damn shocked when they found out. Ah tau takut. Hopefully we get our 4th win in a row this week. Changed the game to Jurong West so that Azhari can play. Sorry Sheer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3698823066590598784-5822495665606236697?l=theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/feeds/5822495665606236697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3698823066590598784&amp;postID=5822495665606236697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5822495665606236697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3698823066590598784/posts/default/5822495665606236697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theonewithnosatay.blogspot.com/2010/01/dei-who-won-da_25.html' title='Dei, who won da'/><author><name>Nas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13395485350412235433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XQ0lIAE4Wkc/S11abdpj7rI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fuRpDsKF5Yo/s72-c/Nas+and+Darryl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698823066590598784.post-43917271215994210</id><published>2010-01-25T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:38:45.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siapa menang? Kita menang! Siapa menang? Kita menang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somewhere earlier this week, TLFC was having a player crisis. There weren't enough players for the game. Wait, that's no longer a crisis since we've learnt how to cope with that (smth I picked up from my Psychology of Crisis Stress Management elective). Having 8 players turn up for matches was really not funny, well it still is not. We have went through bad spells, or more of like one fucking long terrible spell, losing every other game by scorelines ranging from 1-0 to 17-0. I might have exaggerated the 17-0 la, probably it was 20-0. It came to a point where players were giving excuses like 'weddings', 'church', 'IHG', 'KL', 'referee' - a 'morning lesson' was close just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to comment about the spirit TL showed this morning. We didn't have our regular keeper so ya. We started off well, passing the ball around, creating some nice attacks. Obviously that lasted for only 5-10 mins ah. Then suddenly the tides turned, we were constantly under pressure, losing all the balls everywhere and conceded 3 goals in the first half, 2 of which I believe were quite lucky. With 3 goals down, there was nowhere else for us to go but up (actually still can get whacked la) and we started pushing for a goal. Our efforts paid off when someone, i can't remember who, won a free-kick just outside the box. Aizat converted it with a coolly placed ball straight into the bottom right corner of the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-time: 3-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the break, our star signing Vishnu gave some strategic modifications to our game-play. The 2nd half kicked off with a vibrant reawakened TL, and the chances came by so fast that it was 3-3 within the hour. Another freekick from Aizat hit the crossbar and Darryl pounced on the rebound after Aloy somehow missed. Vishnu capitalised on Tusser defending error and slotted the ball into the bottom left. We felt the blow as they nicked a controversial goal to take the lead once again. The ball was kicked from the keeper's hands. At 4-3, I thought that's it la, furthermore I was already sitting outside. Shawn showed some set of skills before blasting the ball into the crossbar, with his left foot. Azhari, too, had a shot that came off the bar. Our equalising goal came courtesy of the bar when Sheer headed Aizat's corner into the post rebounding off the keeper's back and into the goal. The winning goal was a result of who-else-if-not Sheer whose corner kick somehow went into the goal. The mystery scorer was Suff, our man-of-the-match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 3-0 down to 3-1 to 3-3 then 4-3 and winning 5-4 is really a feat. We deserved it for playing so well in the 2nd half. Final score: Tusser 4 TL 5 Post 5. More importantly guys is that "The atmosphere in the dressing room was good. Everyone showed character and positive attitude. We really wanted to win. Now we focus on the next game. 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