<?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-4845534653242437591</id><updated>2012-02-12T14:04:47.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>august - bored shitless</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogging is for people who have far too much free time. Unfortunately I've just realised I seem to fall into that category. WAIT! BLOGGING IS FOR RANTING AS WELL! BWAHAHAHA DIE MOFOS!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-7588363325512659538</id><published>2009-01-19T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:15:38.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeeee!</title><content type='html'>Apparently someone is still "following" this blog. Lol hello Isaac you're probably the only one will see this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dusts off cobwebs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah perhaps I'll just create a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://augustineurope.blogspot.com/"&gt;augustineurope.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-7588363325512659538?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7588363325512659538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=7588363325512659538' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7588363325512659538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7588363325512659538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2009/01/wheeeeee.html' title='Wheeeeee!'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-1863243033457554786</id><published>2007-09-05T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:51:50.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah</title><content type='html'>Hi Augustine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have received your email regarding the inappropriate behaviour of a driver associated with this network, via the 131008 email feedback.  This company welcomes comment from passengers and the public, both critical and complimentary, as an important resource that assists our efforts in quality control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us to investigate your complaint could you email back with the time this incident happened and confirm that it was on Saturday the 1st September 2007.  We view this type of behaviour most seriously, as it is not the type of behaviour we want or expect from our drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon receipt of your return email the driver concerned will be called in for an interview, and depending on his past performance, a caution may be issued, a requirement to attend remedial training in Public Relations, a penalty, or suspension may be imposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be assured that the matter will be fully investigated and the appropriate action taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Cath Chalker.&lt;br /&gt;Quality Control&lt;br /&gt;Silver Top Taxi Service Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 29, Abbotsford Vic 3067&lt;br /&gt;Phone: (03) 84138107&lt;br /&gt;Fax: (03) 84138131&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);" href="mailto:cchalker@silvertop.com.au"&gt;cchalker@silvertop.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-1863243033457554786?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1863243033457554786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=1863243033457554786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1863243033457554786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1863243033457554786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-370446339632639530</id><published>2007-09-02T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T12:15:25.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step 1:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To 131 008:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good day sir/madam. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, I flagged down one of your taxis in the Melbourne CBD along Swanston St. The driver proceeded to ask me my destination, and when I told him near Melbourne University (as I live there), he swore at me and drove off. Not only that, he pointed the middle finger at me and my companions. Following this, he pulled over 1 street ahead of us in front of a night club. As we walked past, I looked into the cab and he pointed the middle finger at me directly in my face once again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am very upset at this treatment. For the sake of your company's good name, immediate and harsh disciplinary action should be taken against him. His taxi number was M 6421 and he was of Indian or Sri Lankan descent. I am not sure if this was racial discrimination, as me and my companions were of Malaysian descent. I hope he is dealt with swiftly. No human being should disrespect others in such a manner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please do not take my email lightly, as he may repeat this in the future. Thank you for your time and please let me know if any action has been taken. I would also like to know if he is an immigrant so I can report him to DIMA or other relevant authorities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn tulan now. But I've included some lighter stuff below. Enjoy! Augustisbored.blogspot.com is BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqJqthZlwGw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqJqthZlwGw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BoS0YJe4BGA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BoS0YJe4BGA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-370446339632639530?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/370446339632639530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=370446339632639530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/370446339632639530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/370446339632639530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/09/step-1.html' title='Step 1:'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-7430830638082711521</id><published>2007-02-27T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:11:06.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan Mail =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In reply to the earlier post about my trip to Ipoh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Dear August,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;How are you? Hope you are fine back in Malaysia. Ah Ma and I are fine here in Melbourne. Thank you very much for blogging about your trip to Ipoh. Ah Ma and I found it very interesting. Hope you enjoyed yourself there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay..with the niceties out of the way, now............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Eh apek! You not happy with Ipoh izzit?? Wanna get whacked ah? You just wait til Ah Ma and I go to Sarawak and kutuk everything in sight like what you did when you reached Ipoh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Your post a bit the one- sided hor?? Haha..How come you didn't blog about your many trips to the loo to ulti? And about the way you two had me drive all the way to Jusco just so u guys can ulti for like 25 freakin' minutes! Made me wait in the car looking like a complete idiot!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;For the uninitiated, Ulti = Ultimate = Number 2 = Pass Motion = Poo = Pang sai. Apparently, you can't poo till you've reached a 'critical' point because poo-ing at your critical point will enable you to save time as the poo comes out faster. And how might one go about achieving this critical point, you might ask. Simple. Just restrain yourself from going to the toilet for the number 2 until you feel like your world would explode if you didn't relieve yourself. And that, my dear friends, is a 'critical'.&lt;/span&gt; ] [ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;information courtesy of Guan Hui Ong, 2007&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And about the way you scoffed at Perak's caves since you said, and I quote, "You're bringing me to see gua? Cheh! I have the deepest gua in the world leh!". -_-" And here I thought only girls have 'gua's. How ignorant I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And what about the way you bugged me the whole entire day to drive u all 45 minutes away to Tanjung Rambutan to see Hospital Bahagia (Tanjung Rambutan is a place btw, Hospital Bahagia is the mental institution) just so you can take a picture with it to show the world that you've been there? There's actually no need, since the whole world knows you deserve to be in it anyways :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And the way you guys made me come to your hotel at 7 am in the morning and when I reached you two were still snoozing away all wrapped up in the blankets and still stinky stinky and I had to wait until 9 plus before you two vain pots were ready to be off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;And what about the way you released a few powerful 'bombs' in my car while we were cruising Ipoh Parade looking for a parking space just before we went to K-Box? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok lah...I shall stop embarassing you here since I've run out of time. Actually you two made our weekend fun and enjoyable. It was cool ferrying you around, even if you did release fragrances in my car ^_^. Come again next time and we'll eat more good food!! *grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Omega and Ah Ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://omegalwy.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-reply-to-augusts-post.html"&gt;http://omegalwy.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-reply-to-augusts-post.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-7430830638082711521?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7430830638082711521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=7430830638082711521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7430830638082711521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7430830638082711521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/fan-mail-p.html' title='Fan Mail =P'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-7941620770083673213</id><published>2007-02-25T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:51:17.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Shutdown</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have a functioning PC in Miri - plus I had more important things to do during CNY (aka gambling, gambling and more gambling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My PC in Melbourne thinks she's Sleeping Beauty. Only she won't even start up after I kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think my hard disk died. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;. Hope there is a way to recover all my photos in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and happy belated Chinese New Year people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-7941620770083673213?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7941620770083673213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=7941620770083673213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7941620770083673213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7941620770083673213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/temporary-shutdown.html' title='Temporary Shutdown'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-6829380695547477097</id><published>2007-02-16T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:08:14.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Weeks</title><content type='html'>So it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my grumblings about how boring or sien I was at work, I know how important this short period of time is on my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words in print in this world will never substitute the value of first-hand experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt a lot about myself as well, during this time. I have discovered shortcomings, such as being unable to communicate with others at times due to language/culture/age differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, this internship at Shell will serve me well in the future. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not to mention my resume looks so much better now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-6829380695547477097?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6829380695547477097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=6829380695547477097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/6829380695547477097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/6829380695547477097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/10-weeks.html' title='10 Weeks'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-7806176160841559093</id><published>2007-02-14T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:11:26.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day...?</title><content type='html'>I thought you're only supposed to say it to one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I put &lt;strong&gt;"is it the norm to wish friends happy vday?"&lt;/strong&gt; on my MSN nickname. Quite a number of people replied me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then wished me Happy Valentines Day to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple of them were guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is something wrong here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-7806176160841559093?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7806176160841559093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=7806176160841559093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7806176160841559093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7806176160841559093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day...?'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-1161889166973409525</id><published>2007-02-12T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:35:18.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batu Caving</title><content type='html'>Did everyone think that I was just going to Batu Caves to see the temple there? Granted the humongous gigantic gold statue was really a sight to behold and the temples were beautiful, especially set in a natural backdrop, but I was also there for the Dark Caves adventure. Sze Ching was my trip-buddy for the day. We were joined by a Dutch bloke called Andy a.k.a. &lt;em&gt;Anne&lt;/em&gt; (pronounced Ah-nuh : no it's not a girls name it's his real name in Dutch), a Pom and a girl from Sydney. Rounding out the United Nations was our tour guide, Swiss-Malay and his son (Swiss-Malay-Indian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty educational, and some of the rock formations were absolutely beautiful. There were even some walls that were glittery. However, the amount of graffitti in the cave was staggering. Almost everywhere you looked, idiots carved their names, dates, anything you can think of. There was even a wall with a chinese school's name and the names of the entire rombongan. What the. Where got people do roll call on the walls one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most challenging part of the adventure was the wriggle. &lt;em&gt;Wriggle?&lt;/em&gt; When the guide demonstrated it to us, I thought he was joking. Until we came to the chamber and he pointed at the tiny hole that we were supposed to go through. To put it simply, my body was flat on the ground, with my arms in front, flailing myself forward while keeping my head sideways. Not to mention the ground was muddy and wet. What was I wearing? My white Real Madrid jersey of course haha. On the way out we met some Japanese tourists who were just doing the educational tour walkabout, not the adventure one. When they saw my shirt they all went "Tsugoi!" and stared at us like heroes. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure tour was a great experience. But it is a bit steep at RM80. So if you're willing to fork out the money for about 3 hours of educational and physical fun, I recommend it. Oh and remember to bring an extra set of clothes cause you can take a bath after near the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another adventure of a different kind awaited me later in the day, when I met up with GH to explore the heart of Bukit Bintang. I shall blog about that some other time since this post is so long dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I end this post, let me share something. Yesterday I met up with my long lost cousins who I haven't seen for more than 5 years. We spent most of the day in Sunway Pyramid catching up and lepaking around. On the way out, we noticed a shiny red Ferrari in the lane beside us. My cousin said: "Want to see my Kancil overtake the Ferrari?" Impossible you say? &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;. We left the Ferrari biting our dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can such a thing happen? Let me tell you. The road had a few bumps mah... and Ferraris are so damn low that it takes &lt;strong&gt;FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt; to cross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-1161889166973409525?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1161889166973409525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=1161889166973409525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1161889166973409525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1161889166973409525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/batu-caving.html' title='Batu Caving'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-4798725909514072622</id><published>2007-02-09T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T14:00:21.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So how was my brief visit to Ipoh?</title><content type='html'>Saturday started out a bit stressful. Halfway out of Menara Alpha, I realised I forgot the bus tickets! Haha fortunately I realised before I got into a cab. Anyways, have you ever been to Puduraya bus station? Everywhere you walk, someones trying to sell you something! I saw someone put his arm around a student who just walked in, trying to convince him to buy tickets! Needless to say, I turned and walked in the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guan Hui (from now on he shall be GH coz lazy to type his name) was late. As usual haha his friends would know... his famous football excuse, "I'm on my way" means he's still at home, or just stepped out of it. He panicked, then his brother broke every speed limit in KL (if there are any) to get him to the bus station. Lucky no jam, or GG him. In his haste, he forgot to bring "something important" which was the main reason for this trip. Learnt your lesson mate? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride there was uneventful. GH was asleep most of the time and I struggled to solve the day's Sudoku puzzle. It didn't take me the full two hours and a half, but a large enough chunk of it. *paiseh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omega (O) and Chong Chyn (Ahma) were our official tour guides. That they brought me all the way to Taiping Zoo on my first day shows Ipoh really got nothing to do one. Haha but that day I had my first taste of Ipoh White Coffee, Kaya kok (currypuff pastry with coconut jam on the inside - ive never seen such a thing before!), the legendary Ngar Choi Kai with Hor Fun (steamed chicken with short and fat beansprouts served with rice noodles, wickedly soft and delicious) and beer snowshake (creamy frothlike bubbles made from freezing beer and the glass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on to the non-food side of it. We went to a temple first, beside a mountain before heading to Taiping. Taiping Zoo was actually a lot funner than I thought. Maybe it was the company hehe. O had never been there while Ahma's last visit was a decade ago. There's a fricking big fish from the Amazon there, longer than I am tall I reckon. And we got to see baby elephants suckle as well. On a side note, are they feeding the animals there ecstacy? Haha you needed to see it for yourself. The elephants, turtles, you name it... they were all shaking their heads as if there was loud trance music blasting somewhere. After that we went to a nearby lake to paddle on paddle-boats! Me and Ahma paddled straight into a fountain and drenched ourselves haha shioknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we planned to see the rest of Ipoh, the leaning tower of Teluk Intan (not Pisa) and to Kampar to eat curry bread but in the end we didn't go. Had "Dramatic" dim sum, lunch with O's folks, then sang karaoke the whole afternoon. After that Ahma had to go home for a family dinner. The remaining 3 of us then had the famous Ipoh Wat Dan Hor (err how to describe? wet kuey tiao?) before going to the bus station. Oh we stopped by the temple again en-route because O had a sudden wish to see &lt;s&gt;her subordinates, as she was their Queen&lt;/s&gt; monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I learnt two things during this trip. &lt;strong&gt;TANJUNG RAMBUTAN &lt;/strong&gt;is in Perak! I never knew! Secondly, the long standing rumour that Ipoh girls are the prettiest girls in Malaysia is sadly false. Some defend it, saying they all migrate to KL already. If so prove it to me, then I shall retract that statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-4798725909514072622?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4798725909514072622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=4798725909514072622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/4798725909514072622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/4798725909514072622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-how-was-my-brief-visit-to-ipoh.html' title='So how was my brief visit to Ipoh?'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-6878381844269935422</id><published>2007-02-08T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T10:05:28.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Jess</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;/-\/\/ : +6016 873 2387 augustisbored.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;haha batu caves is kinda near where im staying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;jess. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ok. is that the one where they have some sort of religious ceremony at ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;/-\/\/ : +6016 873 2387 augustisbored.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;yaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;/-\/\/ : +6016 873 2387 augustisbored.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;indians go there for thaipusam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;jess. says:&lt;br /&gt;ha ! correct ! thats the name of the day hahaha i was going to say hari gawai..but i wasn't going to risk it hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is what happens when one lives abroad for too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways I'm going Batu Caving this Saturday! Haha seems like I've gone into full tourist mode, taking up every offer I can to see this side of Malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I have yet to blog about Ipoh... shall get to it soon! Many thanks to Omega and Chong Chyn aka Ah Ma for showing me the sights (there weren't many haha) and stuffing all sorts of local delicacies into me! Shall return the favour if you guys come Sarawak next time =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-6878381844269935422?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6878381844269935422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=6878381844269935422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/6878381844269935422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/6878381844269935422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/dedicated-to-jess.html' title='Dedicated to Jess'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-4744716625296959824</id><published>2007-02-02T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:51:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipoh</title><content type='html'>Uploaded a Lee Hom photo from last weekend. Stolen from &lt;s&gt;OmeGLUTEUS&lt;/s&gt; LENG LOI OMEGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Ipoh, Land of the Hor Fun for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If can get bus tickets that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-4744716625296959824?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4744716625296959824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=4744716625296959824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/4744716625296959824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/4744716625296959824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/ipoh.html' title='Ipoh'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-1322683722022338615</id><published>2007-01-30T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:33:00.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZIbPN5_mAM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DON'T SCREW IT UP.  &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-1322683722022338615?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1322683722022338615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=1322683722022338615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1322683722022338615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1322683722022338615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-4796477956821469860</id><published>2007-01-29T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:47:31.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Progress Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UPDATED AGAIN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovorgkt8fio/RcaoIRyX53I/AAAAAAAAABA/PR-ABMqakR0/s1600-h/rainsbus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027890894172841842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovorgkt8fio/RcaoIRyX53I/AAAAAAAAABA/PR-ABMqakR0/s320/rainsbus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovorgkt8fio/RcanxRyX52I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0KolFml7_EQ/s1600-h/rainsbus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027890499035850594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovorgkt8fio/RcanxRyX52I/AAAAAAAAAA4/0KolFml7_EQ/s320/rainsbus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; with my name on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovorgkt8fio/RcLb2RyX50I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qFLn5NNo1ng/s1600-h/leehom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026821859632998210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovorgkt8fio/RcLb2RyX50I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qFLn5NNo1ng/s320/leehom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's Lee Hom. Blame &lt;s&gt;Omega&lt;/s&gt; Guan Hui's lousy photo taking skills, not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lee-Hom_Wang"&gt;LEE HOM&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday. Then I saw &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rain_(singer)"&gt;RAIN&lt;/a&gt;...'s crew bus on Sunday. Celebrity-fueled weekend lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically on Saturday I hung out with Guan Hui, Omega and her friend Amy. We had lunch, walked around aimlessly, shared a fondue thingy and finally watched Blood Diamond. Shit that movie was good. It was like... National Geographic &lt;strong&gt;on steroids&lt;/strong&gt;. Although Leo DiCaprio had to put on a super dodgy accent, he "&lt;em&gt;hou man ah&lt;/em&gt;!" Haha on a more serious side, the realness of the scenes portrayed in the movie just hits you, how fortunate we are to be at peace now. The brainwashing of child soldiers, the bond between father and son, how much blood is spilled over chunks of rocks to fuel the dream weddings of others. Watch this movie. TIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a cab to Bukit Bintang to have dinner. We had no idea he was coming haha so to our surprise, he popped up on stage, looking like a Celcom salesman (dressed in blue with a cap on) and had a short interview, you know the usual stuffs. Then he belted out 2 songs, one of which was his new single (I still think rap should be made illegal in Chinese pop) and then my favourite song of his, &lt;em&gt;Da Cheng Xiao Ai&lt;/em&gt;. Damn it was nice. Pity my phone's video quality sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all the best of luck to you Mr Ong. Must keep in touch ah... don't overwork yourself! Take care mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to the pre-departure briefing in Hotel Nikko. To shamelessly whore MoMU lo what else. Check out momumomu.blogspot.com ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea anyways me and Mel got dragged to go up on stage for a short talk. Once again I confirmed my lack of public-speaking skills. Luckily Mel did most of the talking hehe. Yea anyways mission accomplished, people know we exist and hopefully will sign up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Su Ann told me today that she weighs in at 38 kg. WTF?!?! Someone needs to feed this girl. Anyways Cookies for Charity anyone? (&lt;a href="http://justmilk.blogspot.com/2007/01/cookies-for-charity.html"&gt;http://justmilk.blogspot.com/2007/01/cookies-for-charity.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone noted that Rain was staying at this hotel. Yes the Korean Dep Chai that has begun his World Tour and looking towards global domination. I still have to understand what's so great about him. Actually I'm glad I don't. Or else I will begin to doubt my straight-ness. Did we bump into Rain? No, fat chance. But we saw his ride. And took pictures with it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you complaining I don't have pics on this blog, I'm blogging from work. I'll steal them off the relevant people if and when they post them =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-4796477956821469860?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4796477956821469860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=4796477956821469860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/4796477956821469860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/4796477956821469860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-progress-report.html' title='Weekend Progress Report'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovorgkt8fio/RcaoIRyX53I/AAAAAAAAABA/PR-ABMqakR0/s72-c/rainsbus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-5161061651027144475</id><published>2007-01-26T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:10:07.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>"Eh, shi bu shi &lt;em&gt;'I'm interested &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your apartment'&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;("Hey, is it &lt;em&gt;'I'm interested &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your apartment'&lt;/em&gt;?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bu shi lah! Shi &lt;em&gt;'I'm interested &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your apartment'&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;("No lah! It's &lt;em&gt;'I'm interested &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your apartment'&lt;/em&gt;!")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-5161061651027144475?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5161061651027144475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=5161061651027144475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/5161061651027144475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/5161061651027144475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/overheard_26.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-1680491517370000453</id><published>2007-01-25T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:21:20.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>Today on the way to work, I saw a motorcyclist pull up beside a car at a red light, then used its side view mirrors to adjust his helmet strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I see tomorrow I wonder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-1680491517370000453?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1680491517370000453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=1680491517370000453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1680491517370000453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1680491517370000453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-1517124031379054943</id><published>2007-01-23T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:07:26.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>Qantas refused to let a man board a plane from Melbourne to London because he was wearing a T-shirt with Bush and the words "World's No. 1 Terrorist". Ridiculous. Will they ban Che Guavara ones next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2007/01/22/1169330830791.html?from=top5"&gt;http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2007/01/22/1169330830791.html?from=top5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I stumbled upon this today. May I add that I'm not anti-Bush or anything... I just think he looks like an idiot and acts like one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, January 10th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Mr. President: Send Even MORE Troops (and you go, too!) ...from Michael Moore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your address to the nation. It's good to know you still want to talk to us after how we behaved in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, can I be frank? Sending in 20,000 more troops just ain't gonna do the job. That will only bring the troop level back up to what it was last year. And we were losing the war last year! We've already had over a million troops serve some time in Iraq since 2003. Another few thousand is simply not enough to find those weapons of mass destruction! Er, I mean... bringing those responsible for 9/11 to justice! Um, scratch that. Try this -- BRING DEMOCRACY TO THE MIDDLE EAST! YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to show some courage, dude! You've got to win this one! C'mon, you got Saddam! You hung 'im high! I loved watching the video of that -- just like the old wild west! The bad guy wore black! The hangmen were as crazy as the hangee! Lynch mobs rule!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I have to admit I feel very sorry for the predicament you're in. As Ricky Bobby said, "If you're not first, you're last." And you being humiliated in front of the whole world does NONE of us Americans any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir, listen to me. You have to send in MILLIONS of troops to Iraq, not thousands! The only way to lick this thing now is to flood Iraq with millions of us! I know that you're out of combat-ready soldiers -- so you have to look elsewhere! The only way you are going to beat a nation of 27 million -- Iraq -- is to send in at least 28 million! Here's how it would work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 27 million Americans go in and kill one Iraqi each. That will quickly take care of any insurgency. The other one million of us will stay and rebuild the country. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know you're saying, where will I find 28 million Americans to go to Iraq? Here are some suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. More than 62,000,000 Americans voted for you in the last election (the one that took place a year and half into a war we already knew we were losing). I am confident that at least a third of them would want to put their body where their vote was and sign up to volunteer. I know many of these people and, while we may disagree politically, I know that they don't believe someone else should have to go and fight their fight for them -- while they hide here in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Start a "Kill an Iraqi" Meet-Up group in cities across the country. I know this idea is so early-21st century, but I once went to a Lou Dobbs Meet-Up and, I swear, some of the best ideas happen after the third mojito. I'm sure you'll get another five million or so enlistees from this effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Send over all members of the mainstream media. After all, they were your collaborators in bringing us this war -- and many of them are already trained from having been "embedded!" If that doesn't bring the total to 28 million, then draft all viewers of the FOX News channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bush, do not give up! Now is not the time to pull your punch! Don't be a weenie by sending in a few over-tired troops. Get your people behind you and YOU lead them in like a true commander in chief! Leave no conservative behind! Full speed ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We promise to write. Go get 'em W!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mmflint@aol.com"&gt;mmflint@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michaelmoore.com/"&gt;www.michaelmoore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-1517124031379054943?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1517124031379054943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=1517124031379054943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1517124031379054943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1517124031379054943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-1606059404689659143</id><published>2007-01-18T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:49:46.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh Ais...</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm a Teh Ais addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Miri for the weekend. (Thurs nite till Sunday morn)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-1606059404689659143?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1606059404689659143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=1606059404689659143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1606059404689659143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1606059404689659143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/teh-ais.html' title='Teh Ais...'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-7898115857609846958</id><published>2007-01-16T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:13:33.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Rules</title><content type='html'>Quote of the day (one of my colleagues) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picks up newspaper* "Kota Tinggi tenggelam? Tak cukup tinggi lah ni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kota Tinggi (means high city) is underwater? Not high enough it seems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Singapore the last few days. Whilst having lunch at Suntec City, I stumbled upon an unspoken rule. You know how food courts are always packed and people often have to hunt for seats? These Singaporeans have a novel way of booking seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They leave a packet of tissues on each "reserved seat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were empty tables full of tissue packets. How in the world would any non-Singaporeans know that the tables are &lt;em&gt;booked&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't give a shit, you'd be coming back to your seat with me sitting on it wolfing down my lunch, and using your tissues to wipe my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I came back from Singapore yesterday night. Feeling exhausted, I decided to take a cab from Central instead of the usual LRT ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told the cabbie I was headed to Wangsa Maju, he asked "Section 1 or 2?" I said I didn't know and said to go the the LRT side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glared at me, and asked again "You wanna go Section 1 or 2?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Errr Section 1... I think," I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went. I tell you... this guy was unbelievable. He sped, overtook and honked at anyone who was in his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we neared the area, he asked where exactly did I wanna go. I told him Menara Alpha. His face turned black and said that's Section 2, not Section 1! The LRT side was Section 2 whereas the Jusco side was Section 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MACIBAI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD HIM LRT SIDE AND HE DARE SCOLD ME SOMEMORE?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he sped along again. I saw that we were nearing yellow lines and he wasn't stopping. Too late. His cab flew across the bump and we heard a sickening &lt;em&gt;thud&lt;/em&gt;. The grimace on his face said it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma is a bitch that bites back &lt;strong&gt;HARD&lt;/strong&gt;. Bwahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-7898115857609846958?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7898115857609846958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=7898115857609846958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7898115857609846958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7898115857609846958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/unspoken-rules.html' title='Unspoken Rules'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-932440990244760505</id><published>2007-01-12T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:31:23.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Funny how time changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met an old schoolmate at an LRT station. He lives in Wangsa Maju as well and was headed home, just like me. We ended up having dinner together after our long journey home. Topics of conversation ranged from other schoolmates whereabouts to Starcraft to our work to... just about anything you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years ago, I would never have imagined it. I doubt he would've as well. I knew him only by name in school and we were at loggerheads. Ahh the bliss of immaturity. Back in those days we were part of opposing Counter Strike clans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glory of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter taste of defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-932440990244760505?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/932440990244760505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=932440990244760505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/932440990244760505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/932440990244760505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-7450256283486867243</id><published>2007-01-09T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T11:54:53.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(phone rings) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... Hi Chris, can I call you back? I'm parked in front of the porcelain at the moment."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-7450256283486867243?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7450256283486867243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=7450256283486867243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7450256283486867243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7450256283486867243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-3870842595225627615</id><published>2007-01-07T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:45:36.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Vegas - Days Go By</title><content type='html'>My favourite music video of all time. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EpaH1s0uWo8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I heard she got struck by lightning." &lt;/em&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-3870842595225627615?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3870842595225627615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=3870842595225627615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/3870842595225627615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/3870842595225627615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/dirty-vegas-days-go-by.html' title='Dirty Vegas - Days Go By'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-3357020772121657415</id><published>2007-01-04T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:03:25.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scam?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been ambushed by cute girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once outside Low Yat Plaza and again near Sungei Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to clarify the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to Sungei Wang to meet friends. A girl suddenly appeared in front of me and stopped me in my tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to dodge past, but she blocked me. "Sir, don't be scared! I'm not going to rob you!" (in mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uh oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both times their actions were identical. They would show you their IC to "prove" they're not swindlers, even asking you to call a number to verify them. Then they'd talk about their cause (first was a mental institute and the second one was for disabled children), show pictures and ask for a donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I thought, yeah a few dollars won't hurt. Then they whip out this white sheet of paper with &lt;strong&gt;RM 30&lt;/strong&gt; boxes in the columns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WTF.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both times I said I didn't have that much money on me and gave RM 5. Also had to write name and sign it somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're legit. But isn't this tactic a little too aggressive? Another one of my friends in KL recently for a holiday was also approached by one in Mid Valley. We noticed they were all Chinese girls who spoke mandarin straight away. Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something smells fishy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-3357020772121657415?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3357020772121657415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=3357020772121657415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/3357020772121657415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/3357020772121657415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/scam.html' title='Scam?'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-7283242291655763670</id><published>2007-01-03T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T14:43:49.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt vs Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wangsa Maju LRT Station:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reload RM 20," I said, handing him a RM 100 note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, issued me a receipt and gave me back my change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned 2 green notes and 3 red ones.&lt;br /&gt;(For non-M'sians: 2 x RM 50 + 3 x RM 10. Do the math.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three steps later, a wave of guilt hit me like a sack of potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned back and returned the RM 50. He didn't even say thank you. Or anything for that fact. I swear the look he gave me was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents must be so proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Btw, big thanks to Hubert, Kelene, Jocelyn, Adelyn, Kenny, Amelia and the rest of the crew for making the final day of '06 so awesome. Who knew Ikea could be so much fun? =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-7283242291655763670?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7283242291655763670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=7283242291655763670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7283242291655763670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/7283242291655763670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/guilt-vs-stupidity.html' title='Guilt vs Stupidity'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-8816223070217382756</id><published>2006-12-29T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T09:06:03.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Ayu is a Lucky Girl ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Copied off my Friendster bulletin board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why girls should eventually marry an engineer over a Law, Management, Arts or Medical School Graduate. He has three distinct advantages over the rest of the graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advantage 1: Secure lifestyle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An engineer boyfriend can provide you with a secure lifestyle. At 27 years old, an engineer probably has a respectable, stable job that gives him a high income to own a car, invest, have a comfortable life, and get married and buy a house too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law graduates are still working as a lowly apprentice in law firm. Most management graduates have just failed on their first business plan. The arts graduate is still looking for a job. And the medical school graduate is still living in a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advantage 2: Unmatchable industriousness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An engineer boyfriend will dedicate an unimaginable amount of his time and effort to understand you. Engineers strain really really hard tounderstand their work. You can believe that they will try really really hard to understand women too, just like how they understand their work, once they believe that you are the one. So even if they don't understand you initially, they will keep on trying. Even if they still do not understand, they will figure out the correct method to keep you happy (e.g. buy diamond ring = 1 week's worth of happiness.) And once they find out the secret formula, they will just keep on repeating it so that the desired results appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the Lawyer who will argue with you. The Management graduate who will try to control your spending, The Arts graduate who will 'change major'. And the medical school graduate who will operate on you. And you know what, it's really so easy to make engineers believe that You are the 'one'. Say that you like one of their projects and they will be hooked to you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advantage 3: An engineer boyfriend will never betray your trust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first tell you what is wrong with the rest of the others - The lawyers will lie about everything. Management graduates will cheat your money. The arts graduate will flirt, and you probably just look like another cadaver to the medical school graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your engineer boyfriend is either too busy to have an affair, and even if he does, he is too dumb to lie to you about that. Hence, an engineer is the most secure boyfriend that you will ever find - rich enough, will keep on trying to understand and please you, has no time for affairs, and too dumb to lie to you. Plus they are cooler than the others. So girls, why procrastinate? Get an engineer for your boyfriend :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-8816223070217382756?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8816223070217382756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=8816223070217382756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/8816223070217382756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/8816223070217382756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-ayu-is-lucky-girl.html' title='Why Ayu is a Lucky Girl ;)'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-4994443933914595612</id><published>2006-12-27T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T13:52:02.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sien</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is on leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sole colleague (same department) is on sick leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*turns head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 female colleagues are gossiping animatedly while surfing Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over half the desks are empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-4994443933914595612?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4994443933914595612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=4994443933914595612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/4994443933914595612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/4994443933914595612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2006/12/sien.html' title='Sien'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-3754684171546619752</id><published>2006-12-26T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:38:55.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostage</title><content type='html'>Random thought. If all the icebergs in the world melt, wouldn't the sea level remain unchanged? Then whats all this fuss about global warming =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I am allowed to rant rite? No names will be mentioned. You people know who you are and I will not apologise for anything I say. So suck it up and close this window if you don't want to read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kidnapped on Sunday. Yes I was. And held hostage for half a day. All over one damn messy breakup which happened a few months ago. (And no, I'm still with Ayumi thanks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before I was out till 2. Friend's birthday dinner which was destined to lead to late night DotA (hehe dun deny it birthday boy, ur addicted). Then I watched an interesting low-budget movie called "Thumbsucker" until 4 plus. Had a few notable extras too: Keanu Reeves, Vince Vaughn and that guy from Law and Order- Criminal Intent. Anyways back to the point, it was the wee hours of the morning before I got to bed. 5? Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am. Ring ring. WTF. Silence. ?. Snore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10am. Ring ring. WTF. Ring ring. WTFWTFWTF. Hello? Shit she's crying. What did that biatch do this time? Coming to pick me up? Huh? Talk? Huh??? ON THE WAY? HUH?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that the half hour drive to the beach (her idea) was uncomfortable would be an understatement. To destabilise her any further emotionally was going to be suicidal. Oh yeah I was freakin awake during that trip, my right hand was poised to grab the hand brake at any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info: everyone knew from the start they were never going to end happily ever after. But when they were going out, he was impossible to seperate from her. When he was overseas, he even indulged in the super annoying "long missed call" technique which he so vocally renounced a year earlier when someone else did it. But there was one thing that bothered us: he never allowed her to spend time with us. Possesive? Up for interpretation. I barely knew her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm her best friend now? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakup was a messy one to say the least. I think she still harbours feelings for him. He though is together with another girl now. And hides the fact that he is. You see where this is going? He tells me he has "hinted" to her. What does that even mean? I had to break the news to her at the beach. Watch her cry her eyes out. Sigh. Why me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard an angry, broken-hearted girl ramble? If yes, I feel your pain. Hell &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; hath no fury like a woman scorned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-3754684171546619752?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3754684171546619752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=3754684171546619752' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/3754684171546619752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/3754684171546619752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2006/12/hostage.html' title='Hostage'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-3039078000991820761</id><published>2006-12-22T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:46:13.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO CUTE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovorgkt8fio/RYuMNpNE6XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Zv0NSHJaNms/s1600-h/gimpbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011253176406698354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovorgkt8fio/RYuMNpNE6XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Zv0NSHJaNms/s200/gimpbag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who's your Daddy... I'm your Daddy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;break&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Come on... whip me you bitch!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;break&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uhh yeh, oh slap me, yeh, oh yeh harder harder, ouw yeh baby, ha, ha, ha!!!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;divalign="center"&gt;&lt;break&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back in Miri for the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-3039078000991820761?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3039078000991820761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=3039078000991820761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/3039078000991820761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/3039078000991820761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-cute.html' title='SO CUTE!!!'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovorgkt8fio/RYuMNpNE6XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Zv0NSHJaNms/s72-c/gimpbag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-1536178719411287226</id><published>2006-12-20T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:08:39.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentleman</title><content type='html'>What is up with KL drivers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did they learn how to drive? Seriously they drive as if the roads don't have lines and park all over the place. And I mean &lt;em&gt;all over the place. &lt;/em&gt;The worst are obviously those who just park on the roads itself. Yes they just park their bloody cars on the sides of main streets, which causes jams for everyone else. At times, I am tempted to take out a coin from my wallet and scratch their cars to my hearts content. Perhaps that will teach them a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road culture here, if one can call it that, is survival of the aggresive-est. Cars don't line up and wait their turn, they drive all the way to the front and cut in. They change lanes without signalling early or even at all, and just poke their heads in, forcing people to give way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week, this bad behaviour was featured on the front page of the New Straits Times. Several statistics were shown, a whopping 320,000 accidents occur last year, causing 6200 fatalities. Driving schools were blamed who in turn blamed the government for their outdated driving course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corruption of course plays a role as well. One of my friends from KL actually failed her driving exam, but bribed her way to get her license. And it seems to be the norm not just here, but all over the country. However in Miri, many of my friends failed their driving exams the first time round and willingly repeated it, paying the full exam fees again each time until they passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let me show you a classic example of KL driver mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I went out for lunch with Jerome and his cousin (who's name sounds like "cou-sin" lol pun intended sorry) at Bangsar shopping centre. We entered the basement looking for a parking spot. After circling around once we spotted someone reversing out and waited. Now I cbf drawing a diagram but suffice to say all the roads were one-way and we were clearly on the right lane. Opposite us (use your imagination) there was a car who signalled and was going to drive &lt;em&gt;AGAINST&lt;/em&gt; the traffic to get into that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver was menacingly trying to claim the space even though she would block traffic in her selfish pursuit for a parking space. Now there were 3 security guards on duty and they all were waving and telling her to go the other way. Jerome immediately stuffed his fat car in (which didn't work, had to manoeuver a bit to fit it in- security guards helped him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got out, the other car had driven round and pulled up beside us. The driver, a young woman glared at Jerome and said: "I've never seen such a gentleman before." Then she drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-1536178719411287226?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1536178719411287226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=1536178719411287226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1536178719411287226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/1536178719411287226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2006/12/gentlemen.html' title='Gentleman'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845534653242437591.post-3048530086626845606</id><published>2006-12-19T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:16:13.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Just another day I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual there was a crowd at the bus stop. Nothing new, happens everyday. After a few minutes, a brownish golden coloured bus pulled up and everyone scrambled to get in. Without giving it a second thought, I followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sign something was wrong was that the bus driver didn't ask for any money nor issue a ticket to anyone. Looking back, I realise what a dumbass I am because my first thoughts were "Yay! Free bus ride!" -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes in I knew I was screwed. The bus turned out to be an&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;express bus... &lt;em&gt;straight to SEREMBAN! WTF!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later our bus passed an overhead sign that said "Goodbye! Please Come Again!" I officially exited KL! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the bus stopped at one of those toll collection checkpoint thingys. A horizontally challenged Malay conductor came on and I told him my plight. He laughed, shook his head and asked me to get off the bus and wait for him. So I did. The first thing I saw in a distance was... &lt;em&gt;Mines Wonderland.&lt;/em&gt; OMG where was I? I mean I've heard of the place and wanted to check it out while I was in KL, fake snow and all, but &lt;strong&gt;NOT LIKE THIS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I was at the Sungai Besi checkpoint, wherever that is. The conductor then told me to wait for him till his shift ends, which was around 7 and follow him back to KL. He was very friendly and chatty, which was a relief. I believed him when he said I was lucky that he was on duty, not some other fella. Anyone else would've just issued a ticket to Seremban and asked me to find my own way back. LOL now that would've made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he got off work, we crossed to the other side, dodging cars as they came. Then we sat at the side of the road and talked while we waited for the bus to go back. I was glad for his company and help, he really saved my ass. To thank him, I handed him RM20. He took one look, said it's too much and returned me RM10. Somemore he said it's to cover the express bus fare only. WAH... this guy is a pure good samaritan I tell you. This world would be a much better place if there were more people like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the return bus stopped near Pasar Seni Station and I got on the next LRT home. Not before sticking in the wrong ticket into the machine first. Aih should've just bought a Touch'n'Go... why KL so many different tickets for everything one? With "Visit Malaysia Year 2007" coming up, I can't wait to see all the confused tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to cap off the day, I walked into a glass door at the cyber cafe. &lt;em&gt;BANG&lt;/em&gt;... followed by a stream of blood above my eye. Heh isn't the first time and doubt it will be the last &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845534653242437591-3048530086626845606?l=augustisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3048530086626845606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845534653242437591&amp;postID=3048530086626845606' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/3048530086626845606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845534653242437591/posts/default/3048530086626845606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustisbored.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday'/><author><name>august</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498415369189217549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j4/85august/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
