<?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-17175963</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:28:17.647+08:00</updated><category term='holiday'/><category term='self reflection'/><category term='malaysia boleh'/><category term='aliens'/><category term='running'/><category term='football'/><category term='work'/><category term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Welcome To My Dys-FUNK-tional World...</title><subtitle type='html'>go "behind the lenses" of an obsessive compulsive impulsive dsy-FUNK-tionalist.... and see that the world is indeed more colourful, funny and intriguing that we cynics like to believe. or maybe not.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-615325343506975129</id><published>2009-11-12T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:49:59.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Things To Do Before 2010....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just a quick note to myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. work on strengthening left knee (for those who didnt know - me busted my ligament about 2 months back)&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-size: small;"&gt;2. start running again (will aim to do Sydney/Melbourne and Angkor Wat runs in 2010)&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-size: small;"&gt;3. finish off my Marketing Management assignment (*groan*)&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-size: small;"&gt;4. house-train Ninja&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-size: small;"&gt;5. maybe mountain-bike again (mental note to self - buy some body armours first)&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-size: small;"&gt;6. &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-size: small;"&gt;7. &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-size: small;"&gt;8. &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-size: small;"&gt;9. &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-size: small;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&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/17175963-615325343506975129?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/615325343506975129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/615325343506975129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-to-do-before-2010.html' title='Things To Do Before 2010....'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-6015133738118243228</id><published>2009-11-12T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:03:43.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been a while.... decided to swing back into action. Let's see how long this lasts.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-6015133738118243228?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/6015133738118243228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/6015133738118243228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back....'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-115281330993337064</id><published>2006-07-14T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:04:30.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Angkor What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The temples of the old Khmer empires in Angkor (Siem Reap) in Cambodia are truly amazing and a must see for anyone interested in ancient cultures. Beaooooooooutiful country (although I only saw Siem Reap), expensive (and tasteless) food, even more expensive Coca Cola, extremely crazy tuk2 drivers, cars with no license plates, and did I mention the f*#king amazing temples??? Oh, home to some really cute and gorgeous children too! (Maddox is NOT the only cute Cambodian kid around).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For a country ravaged by so much poverty and sadness and cruelty, people there are surprisingly friendly - I suspect the locals secretly consume pizzas everyday (private joke probably only understood by people who have visited the place).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Back to the temples..... too many to see, and too little days. 2 that should NOT be missed are the obvious ones - the world famous Angkor Wat, and the not-so-distant-behind-in-popularity Ta Prohm (due to 2 reasons and 2 reasons alone - Lara Croft's boobies). How did humans build these giant temples with giant stones mined from hundreds and thousands of miles away over 900 years ago? NO FREAKING WAY!!!! Aliens, I tell you. Aliens! And here's my reasons why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Restoration works require 200m high cranes to carry and move bricks around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The biggest religious site on the planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1,000 temples covering about 200 square kms? C'mon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Structures so large - humanly impossible to make, move, carry, stack, etc.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Angkor Wat - only one word to describe it - f*#king amazing! Okay, two! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;See it to believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NOTE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This blog is dedicated to Lat, our tuk2 driver, who nearly lost his life (and of our friend's too) - no thanks to Italy and France going overtime and all the way to penalty kicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-115281330993337064?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/115281330993337064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/115281330993337064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/07/angkor-what.html' title='Angkor What?'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114828439911766523</id><published>2006-06-23T15:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:04:16.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia boleh'/><title type='text'>Kuala Lumpur - 3rd "Rudest" City In World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A definite taboo topic amongst Malaysians. I think Reader's Digest was being kind when they mentioned this. Personally, I think the statistics should be analysed closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look around us....&lt;br /&gt;How many people do you see on a daily basis that you would do your utter most to avoid becoz you think they're a little insane in the membraine?&lt;br /&gt;How many times do you say the following to yourself or outloud (consciencely or unconsciencely), or how many people do you think feels the same about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least.... think about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114828439911766523?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114828439911766523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114828439911766523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/06/kuala-lumpur-3rd-rudest-city-in-world.html' title='Kuala Lumpur - 3rd &quot;Rudest&quot; City In World'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-115095799291834613</id><published>2006-06-22T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:52:00.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Different Shite, Same Smell....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is an ode to our favourite daily routine - that dreaded word called WORK. To comfort myself, and the millions who suffer the same allergy to work as me, I did a quick Google on the worse jobs one could possible have! And these are the worse of the worse of the worse jobs in the world! Ever!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If your job doesn't include scooping shit or cleaning carcasses then you ain't got nothing to complain. Welcome to the dys-funk-tional guide to crap jobs. Read them &amp;amp; weep. And spare a thought for these poor souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Top 10 List of Worse Jobs on Planet Earth (in no particilar order): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Best part about these jobs are, as nonsensical as they may sound, I just can't imagine how our lives would function properly without these people! Honestly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Nappy Sorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One lucky woman in the US spends her day sorting through thousands of used baby nappies before they are bleached, cleaned and reused. Cleaning one nappy every two seconds, the colourful contents often drip onto her shoes. No matter – she merely uses the next nappy to clear up the offending spillage and moves on without even a pause for thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Animal Masturbator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Researching animal fertility or artificial insemination poses one rather obvious problem: how is the sperm extracted in the first place? Researchers who want animal sperm have a number of less-than-attractive options at hand. Electroejaculation involves a rectal probe being used to send pulses of electricity through the ‘lucky’ animal’s nether regions. In the case of gaining semen from dairy bulls, an artificial vagina known in the trade as an AV is commonly used. Apparently, bulls soon learn what’s going on and follow instructions. Digital pleasure, which is used on pigs and even turkeys, involves the animals being administered a more, er, traditional method of relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Pesticide Drinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;According to Discover magazine, you can get up to $200 a day for testing pesticides. No US laws govern such practises, and an industry spokesman commented, “It surely kills fewer people than drinking alcohol does and it also pays the victims, rather than having the victim pay.” We can’t help but think he’s missing the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Flatus Odour Judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;While odour judges might be used by dental companies researching the efficiency of toothpaste or mouthwash, one Minneapolis gastroenterologist recently paid two brave souls to indulge repeatedly in the odours of other people's farts. 16 healthy subjects volunteered to eat beans and insert plastic tubes into them. The gas was collected and inhaled by the odour judges.Remember that next time you want to complain about a funny smell coming from the office fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Isolation Chamber Tester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Imagine taking a car trip cross-country with your family. Now imagine that it lasts for months on end, that you can't open the windows, and that you can never get out of the car.” That's how Marc Shepanek, NASA's Deputy Chief for Medicine in Extreme Environments, once described the severe psychological challenge that astronauts face on long-distance space missions. But at least they’re going somewhere. Just imagine the torture of the men and women picked to test the immobile isolation chambers on the ground. At NASA, space engineers responsible for on-board life-support systems regularly spend months at a time in uncomfortable captivity to test the equipment. Extra cash? No. Still not convinced? You try recyling your own urine for drinking water. Then repeat it a dozen more times over the next 91 days. Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Carcass Cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Natural history museums display clean white skeletons or neatly stuffed animals, but their field biologists drag in rather less attractive specimens, commonly carcasses ripe with rotting flesh. Each museum's onsite taxidermist has his own favourite technique for sprucing his specimen up to display standards. One zoologist swears by his preferred strain of flesh-eating buffalo-hide beetles, while Jeppe Møhl at the University of Copenhagen Zoological Museum deposits sperm whales and dolphins into vast empty tanks and lets nature take its course. Finally there's the old Fatal Attraction boiling method which is useful for samples that even the bugs won't touch. It’s an approach favoured by archaeologist Sandra Olsen, who can only say of boiling down tough old hyena paws: "It felt like inhaling the gases would literally kill us” Luckily for her it merely gave her a lung infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Sewage Plant Gate Cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Working in a sewage treatment plant is a grim proposition at the best of times. But some lucky individuals are plucked from obscurity to scrub the gates that filter out all the ‘material’ from the water as it passes through the plant’s cleaning cycle. Not so much ‘diving for pearls’ as ‘diving for turds’, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Asbestos Remover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The developed world now has a clear understanding of the risks of being in close proximity to asbestos (lung cancer, heart disease, skin complaints, infertility) and it is no longer used as a building material. Luckily, it is now uniformally being removed. One poor soul explains, ‘All day I crawl around in dirt, grime, and spiders in my underwear inside an air-tight suit wearing a very uncomfortable respirator. Millions of asbestos fibres float around me, getting in my hair and eyes. I would be a prison guard any day of the week over an asbestos remover. This is by far the worst job in the world.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Endangered Species Ecologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think your job is pointless? Can’t see where you’re going or why you even bother turning up to work anymore? Try being an Endangered Species Ecologist. The lush island of Hawaii (okay, it sounds pretty good so far, granted...) has 34 &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bird species on the endangered list. Half a dozen of these feathered friends haven't been seen for decades, but faithful scientists don't have the heart to declare them extinct. Probably just havent found proof that they are extinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Armpit Odour Sniffers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The cosmetics industry goes to great lengths to ensure that you smell good. The effectiveness of both deodorants and antiperspirants is still tested in the old fashioned way, by the human nose. Volunteer 'sniffers' smell the pits of up to 60 subjects an hour, taking three sniffs per pit, and rating offensive odours on a scale of 1 to 10. There might be the start of a good science fair experiment here... actually, maybe not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and a special&lt;/span&gt; mention goes out to... Taxi Drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The job you&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;’re most likely to be murdered while doing. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Unless of course, you're a Colombian drug lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, next time you wake up in the morning and dread the thought of your coming hours spent at work, be thankful instead....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or worse... you could have MY job!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-115095799291834613?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/115095799291834613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/115095799291834613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/06/different-shite-same-smell.html' title='Different Shite, Same Smell....'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-115080275912532060</id><published>2006-06-16T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:33:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup vs Work... Who Shall Prevail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As every human alive in the world should know by now, WC2006 started 9 June 2006. And since then, many have endured sleepless nights, endless banter about past games, cursing and swearing at referees and players alike, shouting and screaming like madmen, etc. I'm sure many of us are familiar with these scenarios - either experiencing it personally or being stuck in a relationship where your other half is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work takes a back seat, as do eating, sleeping, relationships, family, children, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before jumping to any conclusions as to who the eventual winner might be, let's explore the facts (for arguments sake)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT A:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup - a wonderful event which draws together the human race comes along once every 4 years. Effect is highly contagious. Usually airs on telly in ungodly hours of night (at least in this part of the world), unless you're one of the select 2m+ people lucky enough to catch it live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT B:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work - a routine which plagues 73.716% of the human race, occurring 5 days a week (sometimes more), 8-10 hours a day (almost always more). Some call it a trade, profession, a means of livelihood. I call it cheap labour, slavery. B-O-R-I-N-G as hell..... unless of coz your Hugh Hefner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothetically, World Cup football matches eats up only 90-mins of a person's time per session.... but has been proven to be highly inaccurate. More likely to consume thoughts for duration of his/her waking hours (and some sleeping hours). Lasts about 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most humans are at work physically 9am-7pm. But usually found wanting when it comes to actual working hours. Work hours more frequently littered with activities like personal emails, instant messaging, internet surfing, phone conversations with other halves/friends, day-dreaming, long lunches, banking, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FACT E:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the word WORLD CUP sounds more appealing than WORK. Anything that encompasses the word "world" or "universe" sounds more interesting than something that doesn’t. Obvious examples include: Miss Universe vs Miss Earth. Mr Universe vs Muscle Man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is......&lt;br /&gt;As if there was ever a doubt.&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/17175963-115080275912532060?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/115080275912532060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/115080275912532060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-vs-work-who-shall-prevail.html' title='World Cup vs Work... Who Shall Prevail?'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114888813865778850</id><published>2006-05-29T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:38:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success is getting what you want, Happiness is wanting what you get....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wahliao! I didnt know I had such philosophical friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sheds some light on why some extremely successful people may not be as happy as you think they will be. It probably takes a heck of a lot of effort to get where you want to be, you sometimes lose sight on why they wanted to get there in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess this bellies a lot on how people were brought up. Parents today put so much pressure on making money, getting a good job, running a successful business, driving expensive cars, living in gigantic house in a exclusive area, etc..... That is the measure of happiness in the world we live in today, when in fact it should be the measure of success. Think the distinction between those 2 definitions got lost somewhere along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Admittedly, I am a pretty happy soul. Maybe becoz I am not exactly as successful as I should/could be. But it's a choice I made in life. So what if I dont have an expensive car or a nice house, and that I am still living at home :P It is, after all, MY life. And MY choices. At least I got to enjoy and live life the way I want to. Well, most of the time, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have met people who are not relative well-off financially, but they seem to perpetually have a smile on their faces. I also know many successful people who frowns on their faces like they are constantly in worry. Of coz there are also cases of UNsuccessful and UNhappy people around, as well as the successful AND happy ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But given the choice, which would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114888813865778850?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114888813865778850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114888813865778850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/05/success-is-getting-what-you-want.html' title='Success is getting what you want, Happiness is wanting what you get....'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114855451347443314</id><published>2006-05-25T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T18:55:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is My ex-Company CEO's Birthday, So We Decided To SMS Him Together....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This was a fun exercise. Thank you for everyone's support. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Took us 15mins to gather about 10 ex-staff to do the SMS broadcast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And what a good sport of Mr Italian Sausage to reply our SMSes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114855451347443314?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114855451347443314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114855451347443314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-my-ex-company-ceos-birthday.html' title='Today Is My ex-Company CEO&apos;s Birthday, So We Decided To SMS Him Together....'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114786264531473787</id><published>2006-05-17T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:03:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Works, Too Little Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont even know where to start to comment on something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;WTF is that supposed to mean? C'mon!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ould potentially qualify for inclusion into the Bad English signboard picture websites usually associated with those found in China/Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;For all I care, your status message should have read: &lt;strong&gt;SO MANY WORKINGS, TOO FEW TIMES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Funnily enough, this actually makes a heck of a lot more sense to me (but then again, I dont expect you to get it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114786264531473787?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114786264531473787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114786264531473787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-many-works-too-little-time.html' title='So Many Works, Too Little Time...'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114786359861181095</id><published>2006-05-15T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:26:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul II In FA Cup Final....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a cup final such as the one experienced in Istanbul last season, my expectations were low heading to this game. I just had a bad sense about it, and felt we were on a "lose-lose" situation: no praise if we beat a dangerous West Ham side, an embarrassment if we didn’t. And besides, nothing could top May 25th 2005, and nothing could come close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What was achieved on Saturday 13th May 2006 still ranks far lower in the grand scheme of things, given the FA Cup is not the European Cup, and that West Ham are not AC Milan by any stretch of the imagination. Add that Cardiff is most definitely not Istanbul, no matter how much beer you may have drunk, and that 2-0 down after 30 minutes to a good side is not the same as being 3-0 down at half-time to a superb one, and you have a list of reasons why this could not come close to the events of 12 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But that said, what a game of football! As one West Ham fan remarked later in the evening, ‘Football was the winner’. Which is of course something you never say if your team has just won. For the record, ‘Football’ hasn’t just been engraved onto the FA Cup on the 125th line – ‘Liverpool Football Club’ has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6 goals, 8 penalties, 3 penalty saves, and many tired legs later.... all hail the FA Cup Champions!&lt;br /&gt;It may be heart-stopping and not particularly good for our health but there surely isn't a Liverpool fan alive who would have preferred a mundane one-nil win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/1279/400/gerrardtrop_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114786359861181095?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114786359861181095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114786359861181095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/05/istanbul-ii-in-fa-cup-final.html' title='Istanbul II In FA Cup Final....'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114707865049609178</id><published>2006-05-08T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:57:30.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawal Symptoms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This status is entirely mine - brought about by the imminent end of the current 2005/2006 season's football leagues. More specifically the English Premier League. More specifically, Liverpool!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What am I to do after that? Saturdays and Sundays (and sometimes Tuesday/Wednesdays - for Champions League) will not be the same. No more shouting and cheering, no more cussing, no more missing dinners with friends, no more Monday morning office chat-chat on the games, no more...... football!!! Be prepared to see an endless number of depressed-looking men (and some women) from now forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;These last 2 seasons have been a renaissance of sorts for Liverpool. Coming from nowhere to win the Champions League last season (and in some fashion too, I may add). And this season, finishing 3rd behind ManUtd and Chelski. Plus, we have the bonus of the FA Cup to play in a couple of days' time. So much improvements. It's a pity it's got to end so soon. Let's hope the close season brings Liverpool some exciting new players that will finally make us championship-worthy material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a funny thing this game called football - Many are able to sacrifice sleep for football (sometimes only taking in 2 hours sleep a night), without jeopardizing work performances too much. We're better off having had 3 hours of live adrenaline-pumping football than 8 hours of sleep!!! Can anyone explain this phenomenon? True, World Cup starts 9 June. But it just aint gonna be the same as watching me beloved Liverpool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As such, as an ode to Liverpool's showing this season, I would like to take this opportunity to list my Liverpool Top 10 Happenings from this season:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Momo Sisoko&lt;/strong&gt; - The Energizer Kid... never seems to run out of steam! What a find!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Champions League qualification &lt;/strong&gt;(despite finishing 5th last season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;FA Cup wins over Man Utd and Chelski &lt;/strong&gt;(what a wonder goal by Luis Garcia as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Welcoming back God's to the Kop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;StevieG &lt;/strong&gt;- PFA Player of the Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;3rd placing in EPL &lt;/strong&gt;(and only 9 points behind Chelski)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Xabi Alonso &lt;/strong&gt;- The True Passing Maestro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;7-0 &lt;/strong&gt;drubbing of Birmingham (5-1 Fulham comes close)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Jamie Carragher &lt;/strong&gt;- The Rock!!! Liverpool runs in his veins!!! Long Live Carra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;2006 FA Cup champions&lt;/strong&gt;??? (potentially)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It will be a long walk to August, when the EPL starts again.... but it will be a walk that I will not be taking alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114707865049609178?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114707865049609178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114707865049609178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/05/withdrawal-symptoms.html' title='Withdrawal Symptoms...'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114655478500707736</id><published>2006-05-02T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:11:30.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest People Are The Biggest Farks Around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happiness stems from 2 sources - contentment and purposeless-ness (or irresponsible-ness, whichever way you want to see it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, there is a fine line between contentment and purposelessness. Purposelessness, in my books, are made up of the guys/gals who are either:&lt;br /&gt;1. filthy f*cking rich, oblivious to how much sufferings there are in this world&lt;br /&gt;2. dumb as f*ck, oblivious to everything and anything around them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. government-aided, without a care whatsoever in this world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think Malaysia is generally made up of such "happy" people - 5% from the first group, and 65% from the other 2 groups. These people are BORN into these groups. Unfortunately for you and me, we are the 30% who do not make up that group. I use the word "unfortunately" not becoz we are NOT them, but becoz it means we are almost constantly surrounded by these f*ckers. hahahaha. I HATE THESE PEOPLE!!! These people may say that they're a happy bunch of people, but to me, these are the BIGGEST FARKS you will ever meet in your life - the people who laze around all day at work, the people you curse on the road, the people who expects you to do their work for them, the people who sit around all day winging that the government doesnt hand them enough charity, etc.... Lightning could strike 1-2-3 and kill all these people tomorrow for all I care, and no one would miss them. The only people who might miss them would most probably perish with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Truly happy (ie contented) people, on the other hand, are the ones you see who have exceeded their own expectations in life - found true love, close family ties, real friends who actually care, stable employment, good health, started and built a successful business, money in bank, or whatever other goals they may have set themselves to achieve.... These people have a purpose for living, and they MADE their lives happy. THESE PEOPLE I ENVY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont get me wrong, I am happy with my life... but I wouldnt go as far as saying that I am truly happy and contented. I still have some things that I have not achieved yet in this short lifetime of mine. I classify myself as being 74.298% happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114655478500707736?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114655478500707736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114655478500707736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/05/happiest-people-are-biggest-farks.html' title='The Happiest People Are The Biggest Farks Around...'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114614120532757045</id><published>2006-04-27T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:17:03.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Water, Drink Beer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/1279/1600/Save%20Water,%20Drink%20Beer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/1279/320/Save%20Water%2C%20Drink%20Beer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Very interesting quote! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never thought of it that way. Thank you for enlightening me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty good about myself knowing how I have contributed to the environment over the course of my life without even realising it - in fact, so much so that I think if I had pursued it, I may even have been awarded a Green Peace Environmental Award. Or badge. Or whatever. Heck, I think I have probably 'saved' enough water to be a lifetime recipient of the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking beer doesnt just save the environment's water - it has other benefits to human life too! It makes the world a better place to live in - in one way or another. It build camaraderie, increases happiness levels, liven up parties, reduces suicide rates (happy people dont wanna die), improves cognitive functioning (for those who dont drink beer, this means it makes you smarter), cures insomnia (meaning: sleep better), lowers risks of cardiovascular diseases, etc... it's not rocket science, really!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And being the environmentalist that I am, I managed to 'save' 3 mugs of water this afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114614120532757045?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114614120532757045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114614120532757045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/save-water-drink-beer.html' title='Save Water, Drink Beer!'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114599217594522746</id><published>2006-04-26T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T18:19:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Gay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;First things first - I am NOT homo-phobic! Just need to get that outta the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reasoning here is that - for someone to ask that "Am I Gay?" question about himself is probably asking for it. Are you seriously expecting a straight (pun intended) answer to that? hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There may be some questions about yourself that you may not be the best judge of, but I would think your sexual preferences shouldn't be one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How hard can it be? Do you prefer guys or do you prefer girls? Or maybe you have preferences for both sexes. Straight up - A, B, or C answers.... There is no 'maybe a little of A and B' answers. Multiple choice. No twists or turns or potential hidden ideas behind the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, there might be that chance (surprising as it may be, this statistic is probably a growing trend today) the person might have a preference for bestiality acts.... But let's safe that story for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And just for the record: I'm not gay; not that there's anything wrong with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114599217594522746?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114599217594522746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114599217594522746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-gay.html' title='Am I Gay?'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114561239531281482</id><published>2006-04-24T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:17:10.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Deteriorating Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Do you feel that life has been unfair to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Do you feel that your existence on this planet is just to make up the numbers so that the rich/powerful have more subjects to feel superior over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Are your favourite phrases: "I am depressed", "I feel miserable", "Life sucks", "They are bad", "I hate myself", "I can't do it"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Do you feel that you are living less as the days go by, and are just merely staying alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Do you feel that you have forgotten the real reason you are living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you answered YES to any of the above, WAKE UP!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The problem is not the world. Have you thought about where the root of the problem lies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sit back, close your eyes, have a breather, and think.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Has life really been unfair to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Were you not born with all your limbs intact and food on the table to feed your hunger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Do you not have eyes to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Did you not have the love and affection of family and friends (and sometimes even strangers) who have touched your heart in one way or another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heck, you're reading my blog - which means you have had the pleasure (and fortune) to afford a decent computer and internet access... what else can you complain about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;True, there may have been some downs in your life, but my philosophy in life is that there are no losers.... only quitters! Even a perfectly happy woman who starts saying to herself "I feel miserable, I hate myself" once every five minutes... even she would feel depressed. Heck, even her family and friends may be affected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These kind of self-obsessive thoughts blind us to the needs of our family and friends, and we do nothing to help &lt;/span&gt;them. As a result, we receive less positive feedback and love from them, and also less simple satisfaction and joy of making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;them happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morale of story:&lt;/strong&gt; If you repeat your problems to yourself often enough, it will all come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Positive affirmations&lt;/span&gt; can have strong therapeutic effects; "Other people are much worse off than me", "I can help others", "I am OK". And not just upon yourself, but your aura will also live on in others. &lt;em&gt;(ceh-wah, my phylosophical self talking)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember, tomorrow is a brand new 24 hours. Even today, there is still a couple of brand new hours awaiting us. Wake up before you lose your day. Life's not that bad, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If all else fails, freat not - there's always Blues music... or Daniel Powter's "Bad Day"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114561239531281482?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114561239531281482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114561239531281482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-deteriorating-existence.html' title='My Deteriorating Existence'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114559621268801314</id><published>2006-04-21T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T15:12:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creditors have better memory than debtors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Interesting observation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Makes you wonder how easy people forget once they have gotten/received that favour from you. Especially when it comes to money!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When they're desperate for money, they are like your best friends. Actually, more like a bloodsucking leech that doesnt want to remove itself from you - hanging around you 24/7, the constant phone calls, the "masterplan" of why they need the money, and face thick as brick - with the intentions of asking for some money with the promise to pay you back in due time with interest rates that will make even loan sharks salivating for their business!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Once money has been transfered or handed over, dont be surprised if they magically turns into Harry Houdini with the disappearing/escape act still intact. Flash Gordon wouldnt be able to catch up with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And in the remote chance that you do suddenly bump into them after much searching, you should probably expect the following reactions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a) dont worry, i will pay you back your money. give me your bank details, and i'll transfer the money to your account next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;b) aiyo, you so rich... what's the hurry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;c) hey, long time no see. eh, can you wait for a while, need to go to the toilet. (an&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d promptly disappears... again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;d) how's business? oh, you wanna come check out my new Merc SLK parked outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kinda makes a mockery of a famous saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forget favours you have bestowed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember those you have received. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But sometimes, just sometimes, an exception to the rule may work in the lender's favour - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;if lending someone $20 means never having to see that person again, it was probably worth it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114559621268801314?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114559621268801314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114559621268801314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/creditors-have-better-memory-than.html' title='Creditors have better memory than debtors!'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114553230012637965</id><published>2006-04-20T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:42:37.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistrust makes life difficult, Trust makes it risky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmmmm, food for thought indeed! Never thought it of that way, but couldnt agree more.... Think about it - who else would be able to commit the ultimate sabotage than your own best friends or family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I may not be much of a strategist (in fact, dont think I'm much of anything), but one of my all time favourite quotes is Sun Tzu's &lt;em&gt;"b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e close to your friends, closer to your enemies!"&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagine if your so-called "best" friend decides to be an arse and rats on you. Or that your so-called "best" friend was only there in your times of need becoz he/she needed some juicy tales to use when he/she eventually decided to blackmail you for a brand new SLK in exchange for keeping his damn mouth shut. Only God knows what kind of skeletons will be released from the closet. Even you may not know what poppycock may be fabricated to insinuate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, next time you're looking for someone to share your deepest darkest secrets with.... just talk to your imaginary friend. Or that teddy bear you have on your bed. Or if you really need to see a real-life moving person, stand in front of the bloody mirror!!! (Just make sure no one else sees you doing this, might be a tad embarrassing). Or start a blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You dont expect any advice anyway, so why the need to talk to someone? You have been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But if you're still looking for a "best" friend to share your classified, confidential, secrets.... you can always trust me! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114553230012637965?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114553230012637965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114553230012637965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/mistrust-makes-life-difficult-trust.html' title='Mistrust makes life difficult, Trust makes it risky!'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114544521450203902</id><published>2006-04-19T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:38:21.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Boys Go To Heaven, Bad Boys Get The Chicks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahahaha. How many &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;times have we heard that line? We all secretly harbour that wish we could be that "bad" boy that girls love having flings with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Even if it were for a week. Or a day. Or even an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I dont think I am in the position to say anything more on this for fear of getting in trouble with my other half (yes, the years have taught me much about things like this - but that's another story). But still, I couldn't resist the temptation to share this YM status with you all - how true (or untrue) you may think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just for argument sake, I am probably&lt;/span&gt; one of the exceptions - good boy getting the chick! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114544521450203902?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114544521450203902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114544521450203902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-boys-go-to-heaven-bad-boys-get.html' title='Good Boys Go To Heaven, Bad Boys Get The Chicks....'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114535964958916778</id><published>2006-04-18T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:27:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrites Should Be Shot Dead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HYPOCRITES &lt;/strong&gt;- Dont we all just love them to pieces? So much so that it would please us to death to be able to blow them away into tiny little pieces of scrap. I like to refer to them as "a waste of sperm".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How much fun is it walking around constantly wearing a "mask", conning people and feigning oneself to be what he/she is not? How do people like that sleep at night? False pretenders simulating piety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do these people actually believe that we cannot see through their deceit and lies? Maybe not all the time, but eventually words spread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I have only one thing to say to you... actually, I dont. Waste of my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But if I had to pity them, it would be for purely one reason and one reason only - it's so so sad that they do not have the chance to really know and learn about themselves. They're too busy playing someone else. Maybe, just maybe... deep deep deep down, really deep down, under some rocks and beneath the crater, they MIGHT just be reasonably "nice" people. I guess we'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, for sake of not wanting to be bias, I can think of more people I would like to see get shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Traffic Policemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Bad Drivers (including road hogs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Incest Offenders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Fat Ugly Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Obnoxious People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Rich People (this stems from pure jealously!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. The Spice Girls - not Ginger, Scary, Posh, Sporty and Baby, but the ones working in KL Sentral whom I shall keep anonymous (you know who they are!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Ex-girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. People with BO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Micheal Learns To Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone has anymore to add to the list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114535964958916778?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114535964958916778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114535964958916778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/hypocrites-should-be-shot-dead.html' title='Hypocrites Should Be Shot Dead...'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114490385471125170</id><published>2006-04-13T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:14:01.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm... Stories Flying Around Are Getting Juicier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what...&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt believe what I just heard....&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Promise not to tell anyone what I'm about to tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jack told me that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Havent we all done our fair share of gossiping. That weakness to share that secret (sacredly pledged just 10-mins ago) with someone, just to show off that you got news of it first. Then comes that craving to twist the truth to exaggerate the situation. That same very urge to add just that little bit of drama to spice up the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gossip seeps through every corners of our lives - every dinner table, every bathroom stalls, every work cubicle, &lt;/span&gt;every city malls. In fact, gossip seeps through our very veins - keeping us alive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gossip is entertainment for most people... as long as it's not about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A poem I came across many weeks back - interesting read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I have no respect for justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I maim without killing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I break hearts and ruin lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;The more I am quoted the more I am believed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I flourish at every level of society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;My victims are helpless; they cannot protect themselves against me because I have no name and no face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;To track me down is impossible. The harder you try, the more elusive I become.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am nobody's friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I topple governments and ruin marriages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I end ministries set up by God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache and indigestion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I spawn suspicion and generate grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I make headlines, headaches and heartaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I make innocent people cry in their pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Even my name hisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO AM I? I AM GOSSIP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I just hear a collective gasp of disbelief amongst the gossip kings and queens of Malaysia (and the rest of the world), followed by a half-full cup of realisation that the statement above is indeed..... true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114490385471125170?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114490385471125170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114490385471125170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/hmmmm-stories-flying-around-are.html' title='Hmmmm... Stories Flying Around Are Getting Juicier'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114465228102988053</id><published>2006-04-11T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:33:58.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It All About The Money, Honey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;M-O-N-E-Y!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;a.k.a: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ka-ching, duit, bucks, cash, dough, moolah, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dollar, Oprah Winfrey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone's favourite indulgence and taboo! When it is a question of money, everybody is of the same religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;With $$$, comes status, respect (sometimes), a bunch of "yes" men plus that $125k watch, $3.5m yatch, $50k holidays, $5.2m villa in the Bahamas, etc... you get my drift! With money in your pocket, you are wise and you are handsome and you sing well too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How money make the world go round. Money has so much impact on our very existence that it was only &lt;/span&gt;a matter of time before..... wait a minute, EVERYTHING IS ALREADY ABOUT THE MONEY!!! I admit I'm guilty of it myself at times. Actually, many times. A lot of time. All the time. But experience, observation, judgment, and know-how over the years have made me realise (and accept) that I am probably not in line to be the next Bill Gates. Not even close. In fact, I'm probably as far away from that as one can get from being that! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But have you stopped for just one minute to ever wonder.... why has $$$ become such an important commodity in th&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is world? To you. To everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Easy for me to say.... hahaha. I think I'm having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out-Of-Money" experience!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114465228102988053?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114465228102988053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114465228102988053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/is-it-all-about-money-honey.html' title='Is It All About The Money, Honey?'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114430395146737706</id><published>2006-04-06T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:52:24.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conspiracy, The Idiots, The Cowards and The Bitch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Having had experience of being tangled in a web of lies, empty promises and deception in my last job, i can definitely relate to the status my ex-colleague posted on her IM today. It's got all the ingrediants for a pretty darn interesting movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, introducing "&lt;strong&gt;The Radius Connection&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;em&gt;(we might just be staring at the first global blockbuster from Malaysia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Plot &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(aka Conspiracy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;- An international white-collar crime drama, starring a husband/wife team committing illegal, wrongful, and subversive acts of crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;- Headquartered in the dark (no pun intended) corners of Brickfields, this "Italian Mafia / Chinese Communist"-plotted espionage stretches to every corner of the world (from Singapore to Australia to USA to UK to India)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main Actor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(aka The Bitch)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- The lewd, loud, spiteful and overbearing mastermind of "The Radius Connection" operation (unfortunately seem to have left "mind" somewhere else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;- Hardly seen in HQ, only seen during routine "Dr"-prescribed Anger Release Therapy sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Lives in own imaginary GohOneKnee world of denial (somehow seem to think she is "gwailo" - born and bred in Australia - but is in fact born in small village of Muar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Phrases: &lt;/strong&gt;In all my years of working experience, Why is everything so slow???, I wished I had a son just like him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supporting Actor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(aka The C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;oward)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- The Bitch's "Dr" husband (or whoever else fronting "The Radius Connection" operation in "Dr"'s absence), al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ways showing ignoble fear in the face of danger or pain (i.e. when speaking to The Bitch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Best friends with Idiots, manipulating Idiots into carrying out dirty deeds for The Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Phrases: &lt;/strong&gt;No distinguishing dialogue, just repeats after The Bitch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extras &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(aka The Idiots)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Bitch's loyal servants, ready and willing to cater to her every whimper and desire, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Similar role to Coward&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, except Idiots do not know what they're getting themselves into... in fact, Idiots dont really know much about anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- The guys who would normally end up bankrupt and/or loses arm/leg/eye and/or dead and/or shot and/or in jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Usually portrayed by person of profound mental retardation having a mental age below three years and generally being unable to learn connected speech or guard against common dangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Phrases:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Can be done, When do you need it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;The Radius Connection is already a very popular Reality TV series airing right here in KL (everyday from 9am-6pm). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, uncontented with just being infamous in Malaysia, The Bitch is planning on &lt;strong&gt;going GLOBAL&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Anyone's got Ron Howard or Brian Singer's contacts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114430395146737706?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114430395146737706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114430395146737706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/conspiracy-idiots-cowards-and-bitch.html' title='The Conspiracy, The Idiots, The Cowards and The Bitch...'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114420715227705472</id><published>2006-04-05T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:56:40.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Merc To Interview...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First, some background - This good friend of mine owns a pretty damn successful business of his own, has 30+ staff on his payroll, and drives a Proton Wira! I am assuming he interviewed a potential candidate and he/she came in driving a Mercedes! A fresh grad looking for a job, pulling up in a Merc to your office.... talk about trying to deflate your potential boss' ego!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first question: &lt;/strong&gt;Why do parents buy Mercedes for their kids to drive on a daily basis??? To compensate for their lack of love, time, affection and attention to their kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My next question: &lt;/strong&gt;How do they bloody afford it??? If their kids drive Mercs/BMWs, they would probably be driving a __________&lt;fill&gt; (fill in the blank yourself).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reminds me of a story back in my days I was a kid in a small, humble and laid-back "beach" town on the East Coast of Malaysia, when we got excited just getting the latest Vanilla Ice music cassettes or $200 mountain bikes... and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; school mate of mine got a brand new BMW 318i as a pressie when he got his driver's license! He was 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can still picture him pulling into the school carpark in his silver BMW every morning.... and then him changing his punctured tyres every afternoon after school. Yes, EVERYDAY!!! Hahaha. And shiny BMW soon became full-of-scratches BMW. Almost every kid who walks past the car either deflates his tyres, or had a key (or coin, or nail-clipper, or stone, or whatever else) in hand. Me included. Yes, me! Mr Angel "goody-goody-two-shoes" Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stylish as his BMW may be, the impression he had wanted to portray comes crashing down when you see his overweight mass labouring away in his sweat-drenched uniform changing his punctured tyres!!! Or when his mom came to school (twice!) to address every classroom individually on the (im)moral(ity) of our (mis)behaviour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead of being the school's style icon, he became the school's court jester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did we do it? Jealousy? Probably not. Peer pressure? Nopes. Thinking back, it was most definitely for the fun of it. Hahahaha. Oh, and no one was ever caught! Maybe probably becoz the prefects and teachers may have been in it themselves too! That's a thought.... (scenario: 36-year-old teacher slaving away on minimum wage sees snotty 17-year-old student prancing around in brand new BMW).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Call him dense or call him persistent... maybe he really did love his car very much - enough to have to go through all the torture just to enjoy a 5min drive to school. I've never personally owned a BMW to truly appreciate the driving pleasures of its historical European marques, but c'mon!!! How much fun is it REALLY to drive a BMW???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5mins of fun in BMW &gt; 17 new scratches + 30mins of changing punctured tyres everyday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You do the maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just goes to show how ignorant, self-absorbed and dim-witted some rich some people can be. And then some more. And a little bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental note to self: W&lt;/strong&gt;hen my kids grow up, they buy their own cars with their own money! (not that I can afford to buy them one anyway, but that's another story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17175963-114420715227705472?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114420715227705472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114420715227705472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/driving-merc-to-interview.html' title='Driving Merc To Interview...'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17175963.post-114414359832276122</id><published>2006-04-04T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:09:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever Wondered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ever wondered what weird nonsense goes through people's minds everyday? nah, neither have i. hahahaha. but being an avid instant messaging user, i have noticed many interesting IM status messages posted by my friends, colleagues, long lost friends, enemies, strangers, street vendors, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some have raised curiosity (at least to me). i have to say, i am NOT a very curious soul. so, i was thinking.... if some of these phrases can get me thinking about what nonsense the other party may be going through, it MUST be worth at least a mention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, many of these status messages can (and will continue to be) ignored completely. no offense intended.... and none taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, let this be my contribution to the world. call it an ode to instant messaging, or just plain useless jabber to waste 15mins of my time everyday. your call. you decide. i'm just trying to kill 15mins of my time :)&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/17175963-114414359832276122?l=dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114414359832276122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17175963/posts/default/114414359832276122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dysfunktionalist.blogspot.com/2006/04/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='Have You Ever Wondered...'/><author><name>OTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306177761715815976</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></entry></feed>
