<?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-37793153</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:11:14.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken soup for the teenage stomach</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cranberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046366650285630447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793153.post-116616971358544531</id><published>2006-12-14T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:04:53.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYED!!!</title><content type='html'>Do u guys know the mamak called Syed?....It's also quite famous for a mamak...loads of chains all over malaysia... The food's pretty good to if u compared it with my moms cooking...:P... Well back to Syed... One just open'd across my place and i couldnt wait to try it out....after all the wonderful experiences i shared in Syeds all over Shah Alam... Finally there's one so close to me... But i should have guessed...Nothing good ever happens in wonderful "seksyen 10".. Here's what happened in the Mamak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i was....dressed...perfumed...ready to walk across for my breakfast in the newly open'd mamak stall.... the morning was still young....the sun still lazyly rising.... The malay neighbour busy polishing his rundown kancil (pathetic fella)... i opened my front gate.... Sweared as loud as hell because my maid newly painted it.... Went back in the house to wash my hands....Returned outside to the now ajar door with a handprint.... And finally began my journey... Crossed a few roads...turned left...went straight..showed the finger to a motorcyclist for not showing his signal.... crossed another road n finally reached thy mamak stall....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats where the breakfast began.... Shockingly... The shop was packed with lots of chinamen...lol... U might be wondering wats wrong with that, but its really rare to find chinese ppl in this part of town...Its like muslim central.... I managed to find a seat near the sink and what i taught to be the cellar.... But i was mistakened....the damn door beside the sink was actually the freakin toilet... But the signage showed that the toilet should be loacated at least a few metres to my right.... Wth is it doing here on my left... Ill get the picture of the place soon.... Then u guys can see for urself... Well i ignored the fact that i was sitting next to a nuclear reaction facility n called the waiter to order... After the meal i witnessed probably the first Syed fight i ever seen.... this is how it happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two men seated in front who apparently have not received wat they ordered for... The first dude said this loudly &lt;strong&gt;"Saya suruh kamu buat satu mee goreng tanpa sayuran tapi kenapa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;skrang ade ini taugeh, Kamu faham tak bahasa&lt;/strong&gt;".. The waiter reply'd "&lt;strong&gt;Saya minta banyak sorry, saya tak dengar dengan betul. Biar saya tukarkan"&lt;/strong&gt;... To me that sounds prety reasonable la...After all ppl do make mistakes... But that wasnt the way the dude was going to handle it... His friend beside him shoved the hot plate of delicious mee violently towards the waiter and then asked him to clean it up.... Let me tell u something... These guys at Syed respect food..... The next second there were like 5 indian waiters all around their table one who was still holding a biriyani packet in hand n man, did they look pissed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should have seen what happened next.. The indian waiter who had mee on him dragged the fella who threw the mee, on to his feet, twisted his hand behind his back, bent him over, n actually forced him to eat a mouth of the mee which he pushed on the floor... Damn that was cool.... The next guy was dragged on to his feet n tossed out of the shop.... his friend followed soon after with a much fuller stomach.... The waiters were loudly applauded by the crowd when they returned... Chinese ppl are such good audiences....watched the whole thing so silently... pin drop silence.... Hehe... And thats why i eat Syed.... Good food n better fight scenes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-13-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793153-116616971358544531?l=i-spotblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116616971358544531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37793153&amp;postID=116616971358544531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default/116616971358544531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default/116616971358544531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/syed.html' title='SYED!!!'/><author><name>Cranberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046366650285630447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793153.post-116616590847502796</id><published>2006-12-14T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:59:34.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Class</title><content type='html'>Yay!!...i started guitar classes....And its fun.. FUN!!....Never thought id find sumthing that'll get me giggling like a school girl on her birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons i like the guitar:&lt;br /&gt;1) Its shaped like a womans body.&lt;br /&gt;2) It makes noise.&lt;br /&gt;3) Its pretty easy to learn actually.&lt;br /&gt;4) My teacher is a psychiatrist, that means each class if different....in a weird twisted way...&lt;br /&gt;5) Did i mention the damn thing is shaped like a womans body?!...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup....wonderful reasons right.....U guys should try it out too....Its like 2nd best instrument for a music illitarate to start with (the triangle is the 1st).... And the guitar aint that expensive too.....the classical one i have is only about Rm400.... Thats pretty reasonable for an object that brings u so many hours of fun n delivers torture to the ears of listening neighbours..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-13-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793153-116616590847502796?l=i-spotblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116616590847502796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37793153&amp;postID=116616590847502796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default/116616590847502796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default/116616590847502796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/guitar-class.html' title='Guitar Class'/><author><name>Cranberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046366650285630447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793153.post-116616511674364201</id><published>2006-12-14T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:45:16.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissapearance.....</title><content type='html'>Well....guess u guys been wondering why i created a blog n just left it to rot.... Here's the reason.. My &lt;em&gt;Grandmother &lt;/em&gt;is &lt;strong&gt;sick!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup....i would like to once again congratulate malaysian doctors...we'll at least the doctors at SMC... A few months ago my grandmother had to go for an intestine operation there..... she couldn't digest her food properly... Well the operation was a success but those bastards didnt clean the wound properly...So recently... my grand discovered she had a very severe infection around her gut n an operation has to be done.....again.... An wats worse is that the operation has only a 50% chance of success....the other 50% would mean sending my grandma on a herse ride..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this sucks.....so guys....Hope im forgiven for not posting....Its really hard.... My grandmother means a lot to me.....Dont want to lose her just yet.... So&lt;strong&gt;....pray&lt;/strong&gt; for me... And hopefully it all ends well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-13-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793153-116616511674364201?l=i-spotblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116616511674364201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37793153&amp;postID=116616511674364201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default/116616511674364201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default/116616511674364201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/dissapearance.html' title='Dissapearance.....'/><author><name>Cranberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046366650285630447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793153.post-116515671679827799</id><published>2006-12-03T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T08:49:20.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Indian wedding i attented</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup.....last week i attented an Indian wedding....Big hall, banana tree roadblocks, and food enough to feed an army of rich fat British woman....I've been told they eat alot... Well... i reached the wedding when it was a halfway through n i still regret it.... Not because i missed watching all the pre marriage customs but my wonderfull uncles n aunties wil never quit reminding me i was late..&lt;br /&gt;An example of a conversation i had.... Im the one Bolded out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi uncle... do you have an envelope... My dad forgot to bring one along to present the money in....Doesnt seem right to just hand the couple the money plain...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... Maybe if u came a little earlier i'd still have some... I just gave the last one to your grandfather....And i did that an hour ago..... An hour ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah... Well its ok uncle... Thanks anyway.. I'll just run across to the shops n buy one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....sure u will...The shops are all closed now...But maybe if u reached here an hour ago..... It might have still been open.... Then u would have made your purchase without any problems... but since u didnt come here an hour ago....i guess u cant get ur precious envelopes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okk...I'll just tell dad that he'll have to give the cash without an envelope... Bye uncle...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i walked away.... But only a few feet when this happened... My uncle Ram was approached by another one of my uncle which i am not that familiar with... Im not that known among my further relatives... This was their brief conversation... Uncle Ram is bolded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Ram....Do u have an envelope.... I must have left mine at home... You know kids... Always with their last minute rushing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes yes....i understand...my little tykes are just the same... But at least we made it in time... Here's &lt;/strong&gt;(he reaches in his jacket) &lt;strong&gt;the envelope u wanted.. Luckily i always carry spares...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean....come on man....Even the bride n groom are cool about it.... Whats your problem la.... I continued meeting more of my very punctual uncles n aunties he whole night.... Each with their own ways of passing the message to me... Other then that....the wedding was ok... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-13-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793153-116515671679827799?l=i-spotblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116515671679827799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37793153&amp;postID=116515671679827799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default/116515671679827799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default/116515671679827799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/indian-wedding-i-attented.html' title='An Indian wedding i attented'/><author><name>Cranberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046366650285630447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793153.post-116515428529932963</id><published>2006-12-03T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T07:24:29.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...My First Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally....the blog is created....Thanks Jay Min for all the help n constant nagging... Instead of going for tuition classes or going outside to enjoy nature's various wonders i listened to u n confined myself indoor for many hours completing this blog...Thanks again Jay.. U'll be hearing from my mom very soon... :)&lt;br /&gt;Since this is the 1st post....im going to do all my thanking n get this irratating grateful feeling of my back... I've already thanked Jay, now whose next... Oh yea...the person who created this skin... Eventhough 3 ppl already said it looks like a constipated rats ass (how would any1 know how THAT looks like) i would still like to thank Miss Yinny for spending her time detailly creating this masterpiece....&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank my dad for contibuting a brand new SONY 21' inch FLATscreen monitor for my blogging pleasure....Did i mention that the cpu's upgraded too?..Yea its now using the latest Dual Core processor from INTEL....N yes...it probably better then what ur using but dont worry, i wont brag about it... :)&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....That concludes my 1st post... Adios Muchachos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-13-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793153-116515428529932963?l=i-spotblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116515428529932963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37793153&amp;postID=116515428529932963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default/116515428529932963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793153/posts/default/116515428529932963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-spotblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-first-post.html' title='...My First Post...'/><author><name>Cranberry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13046366650285630447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
