<?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-7711924</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:03:58.828+08:00</updated><category term='Wen Lan'/><category term='PAS'/><category term='Over-enthusiasm'/><category term='deodorants'/><category term='Brut'/><category term='MTV Asia'/><category term='David Beckham'/><category term='6ixth Sense'/><category term='reunion dinner'/><category term='The Fray'/><category term='Transformers 2 soundtrack'/><category term='On The Run'/><category term='Jay Chou'/><category term='HSBM'/><category term='Game of Chess'/><category term='Oprah Winfrey'/><category term='Martin Luther King'/><category term='Transformers 2'/><category 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term='anti-smoking'/><category term='election'/><category term='Sha Gua'/><category term='Peterpan'/><category term='Dell XPS M1710'/><category term='journey'/><category term='life'/><category term='discounts'/><category term='Malaysians'/><category term='Kerispatih'/><category term='UPM'/><category term='Chinese New Yeara'/><category term='Click'/><category term='Malaysian football'/><category term='Pergi'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='tunnel'/><category term='ENTJ'/><category term='KPZ UPM'/><category term='religion'/><category term='21 Guns'/><category term='Pissed off'/><category term='revolution'/><category term='Adidas'/><title type='text'>In Written Words</title><subtitle type='html'>i write what i write. i wrote what i wrote.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-5695614666662852178</id><published>2010-09-18T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T01:32:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Who knew a simple conversation could put my mind into ruins for nearly a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny isn't it, how sometimes things just suddenly pop into your mind and then suddenly they never leave. Hurm. It took me quite some time to get past this, to get over this issue and now, it's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&amp;nbsp;I just wished that things were easier, much more simple and less complicated. Sometimes I just wished that things were straight forward and that I do not have to think so much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, everything we do in this life has its consequences. Will I be able to live with the consequences in life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, but then I believe I had found the solution, but yet at times, it always seem so elusive. So hard to find. I need to get away to somewhere far and clear my mind. I need peace within myself. I just need myself back. Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-5695614666662852178?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5695614666662852178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=5695614666662852178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5695614666662852178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5695614666662852178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/09/liang-seng-and-myself.html' title='Liang Seng and Myself'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2770096919124271257</id><published>2010-07-25T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:36:06.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teh Liang Seng'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Greed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There's a lot of things I want to get. But I do not think I am greedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new pair of shades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new pair of futsal shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new laptop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit Old Trafford.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Bali. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new crib.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marry Jennifer Aniston.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ok, maybe I am greedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2770096919124271257?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2770096919124271257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2770096919124271257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2770096919124271257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2770096919124271257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/07/liang-seng-and-greed.html' title='Liang Seng and Greed'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1993581561507260438</id><published>2010-06-27T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:53:07.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been some time since my last time here. Many things had progressed since. Going into my fnal month of my first year with CIMB. Knew a lot of friends there. Found some good ones. Things have been going on well for me, at least from my own perspective. Settling into my final department and hoping to be confirmed there. Corporate Finance has a notorious reputation of killing the life out of you, but I felt it is something I can excel in. Hope I am not killed by it then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been a year and so since I left UPM. Found a lot of friends there, and discovered some good and close ones. Really enjoyed myself among some of the greatest companions that I had. Somehow I found myself very attached to UPM, for some reason that I do not know why. Perhaps it is the best 4 years of education that I have ever had. Not to say that I do not treasure my years in secondary and primary, it's just that it's been a personal hell for me then. Having said that, there are many of my childhood and teen-hood friends who I am still hanging around with till today. Something about being from some small town in Penang that keeps us together I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been&amp;nbsp;5 years since I first stepped into the metropolitan soil of KL. I still miss Penang alot, and particularly cause both my parents are there. As much as I hate it, I guess I need to establish some track record here for myself before I finally move back to Penang. Not in the foreseeable future I presume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are many things that I want to do. Many things in life that I want to achieve. Yet there are many stumbling blocks ahead of me. Blocks that seem to be out of my control. The bad news is, I am sticking around for some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1993581561507260438?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1993581561507260438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1993581561507260438' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1993581561507260438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1993581561507260438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-some-time-since-my-last-time-here.html' title=''/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3857761512668629791</id><published>2010-04-28T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:43:06.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peterpan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerispatih'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D&apos;Massive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6ixth Sense'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Indonesian Bands</title><content type='html'>I'm in a sombre mood, and Indonesian bands seems to always have the songs that suit my mood. Here's a few songs that had always been there when I am clouded by my emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerispatih - Demi Cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcu_Y86zWQM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcu_Y86zWQM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'Massiv - Merindukanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e86Whn8TaMg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e86Whn8TaMg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ixth Sense - Tak Bisa Memilihmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAHyrusWebs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAHyrusWebs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan - Kisah Cintaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_JASntJiNs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_JASntJiNs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honest truth, there are more but these are one of the best ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-3857761512668629791?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3857761512668629791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3857761512668629791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3857761512668629791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3857761512668629791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/04/liang-seng-and-indonesian-bands.html' title='Liang Seng and Indonesian Bands'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-6852082386651530421</id><published>2010-04-28T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:11:00.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English: Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;French : Doute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spanish: Duda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meaning: the state of being unsure of something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the month of April closes in, doubt creeps through me more. May marks the start of my 3 month tenure in another new department. One that I had chosen as my first choice to be confirmed in. Corporate Finance. It's name sends shivers throughout investment bankers. No life. Terrible working hours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You earn a lot of money because you won't have time to spend it.&lt;/span&gt; These are the things people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it's not a matter of the hours. It's a matter of sustainability. Will I be able to push myself to be in here for at least 3 years? Will I be happy doing things that I do not really like? Then it comes back to another question. What do I really like? I like marketing. And I like teaching. I like to be able to share with people my thoughts and ideas. I like to be heard. So will Corporate Finance open a path for me to be able to do such things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really don't know. What I know is, in this world, if you don't have the money, then you will either be lagging behind, or be left behind. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They say money can't buy happiness&lt;/span&gt;. But I like to think that &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;money will enable you to buy things that make you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So yeah, I guess my mind is clear. I know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question is, will I be doing it for as long as I want? I will. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-6852082386651530421?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/6852082386651530421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=6852082386651530421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6852082386651530421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6852082386651530421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/04/liang-seng-and-doubt.html' title='Liang Seng and Doubt'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-5761981639489518894</id><published>2010-04-21T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:54:22.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Tiada Lagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This blog has been a site that allows me to run away from the reality that I am facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, this song had been stuck to me. The melody, the lyrics, the voice. Somehow, this song seems to be haunting me. And as much as I hate it, I get all emo when I hear songs like this. I have no idea why, perhaps it reminds me of things in the past, or perhaps it serves as a reminder of what will happen in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am alone and scared in the dark today. Will there be a brighter tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tiada Lagi by Search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kita jalin cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bila hati selalu berbeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sampai kapan lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aku harus menahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rasa kecewa di dalam dada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seandainya kita masih bersatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tak mungkinkan menyatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walau masih ada sisa cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biarkan saja berakhir sampai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiada lagi yang ku harapkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiada lagi yang ku impikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biar aku sendiri tanpa diri mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tiada lagi kata cintamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Takkan lagi ku bersama mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biar ku simpan semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kenangan ku bersamamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p0-pFTiGGIU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p0-pFTiGGIU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-5761981639489518894?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5761981639489518894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=5761981639489518894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5761981639489518894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5761981639489518894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/04/liang-seng-and-tiada-lagi.html' title='Liang Seng and Tiada Lagi'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1071129745944109511</id><published>2010-04-05T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:04:38.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Suspicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tried accessing my blog in the office. This is what came out. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/S7ns7NhykYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0X-Jd078kxI/s1600/suspicious1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/S7ns7NhykYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0X-Jd078kxI/s400/suspicious1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456652925523890562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I am terrorist. Maybe I am a politician. Maybe I am blacklisted? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1071129745944109511?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1071129745944109511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1071129745944109511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1071129745944109511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1071129745944109511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/04/liang-seng-and-suspicious.html' title='Liang Seng and Suspicious'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/S7ns7NhykYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/0X-Jd078kxI/s72-c/suspicious1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3042716488558912396</id><published>2010-03-23T22:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:12:16.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: Misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;French: Incompris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Italian: Frainteso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Meanings: wrongly understood; interpret in the wrong way; to understand incorrectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are times when we do things, and people perceive it differently from the way that we wanted to portray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are times when we do things for a good reason and then people perceive it the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We get shot down for doing the things that we think is good for others. We get criticized for all the wrong reasons, doing the things that we thought will be good. We get blamed and bad mouthed for the things that we thought we knew was right and beneficial to them. But what do we get at the end of the day? A piece of crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I am just tired of being the nice guy. I guess I am just tired of being what I used to be. And speaking of this, it brought me back to the day when Calvin told me he dreamt of my funeral. To get such an email from a colleague so early in the morning is not fun. More so when he is speaking of your death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Calvin: Eh, I dreamt of you last night. You slipped and died. But it's ok-lah. A lot of people cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told the story to another colleague, Nick and he interpreted the dream to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nick: Do you believe that we have a sub-conscious world outside of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Yeah (even though I have not much clue what he is talking about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nick: Yeah, so when he dreamt of you dying, it is part of you which died. Not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: But it's not even me who is dreaming of me. It's CALVIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nick: (It's) the same-lah. And when a lot of people cried, it means it is a part that everyone missed. A part that everyone liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Well, then I am praying that it's my weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nick: (rolls his eyes) Yeah. ~chuckles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come to think of it, I guess it is true somehow isn't it. And I guess I am so sick and tired of caring what other people feel that I neglected myself all these years. It is time to be selfish. It is time to care about me. It's about time I let part of me die and never come back. It's about time that I do not care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJxR2NSEjxc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJxR2NSEjxc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-3042716488558912396?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3042716488558912396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3042716488558912396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3042716488558912396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3042716488558912396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/03/liang-seng-and-misunderstood.html' title='Liang Seng and Misunderstood'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2666138572712315371</id><published>2010-01-24T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:41:01.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysians'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/S1xMmfkZ5vI/AAAAAAAAAYM/p3N0A-fiMA0/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/S1xMmfkZ5vI/AAAAAAAAAYM/p3N0A-fiMA0/s400/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430299474894907122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture taken from www.tonyfernandesblog.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember reading this article written by some youngster few days back, noting how we were all born colour blind, and then we were blinded by colours at a certain stage in our lives. Thinking back, it is really true isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when we were 6 years old, do we really care if Gurprit Singh is of Punjabi origin, or Soon Pau Voon is a Chinese, or if Jayasilen Pragasam is an Indian, or Mohd. Nasrul is a Malay? They were all just 'friends'. I couldn't remember a time when I can clearly define what 'race' actually is, until education came along and taught us the meaning of unity and all. So was education really beneficial to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when we were small, all we cared was our own little world. People around us, there were no colours to them. If they were strangers, either we run away from them, or just stand still and wish they will talk away. But if they're friends, we will play together, run around in the field, share the same bench in the canteen, line up to buy ice cream from the uncle outside the school gates. Aci duduk never knew the difference between colours. The police and thief game never knew what are colours. The only difference is, *ehem* your weight and ability to move around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when we were older, when we were more educated, when we are supposed to be more matured, we learn to see colours. No longer was Nasrul my friend from school, he is now my Malay friend from school. Pau Voon is my childhood Chinese friend I knew from Primary One. Jayasilen is the Indian friend who danced like Michael Jackson, and Gurprit is now the Singh guy who loves music and culture. And then they started separating us according to our colours. Here comes the vernacular schools, where only Chinese and Indians go to. And even for government schools, we now have this quota for how many people in a class according to our colours. To promote unity they call it, so we mix around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what really happened? Did our eyes stop seeing the indifference in colours as we grow up? Did we not know the friends that we used to know the same before? What I think is this. The more we try to promote unity, the harder it is for us to achieve it. Why some might ask? What do we do when calls for unity comes along? MCA comes out, saying they support unity. MIC comes and give their approval. UMNO comes calling too, giving their green light. And then they start discussing the 'details' of how unity should be achieved. Of how much should be allocated to certain colours. Of how many of certain colours should be somewhere, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it. If we all really care about unity, we will not care any less about any allocations, or whatever it is supposed to achieve. If we are united, if I see my friend fall into the drain, won't I help him? If I see a friend in distress, won't I reach my hand out to him to hold on to? You see, understanding unity is different from promoting it. I hear many people talk about unity, and being un-racist, and then they start talking about how certain people get certain allocations. And stupid people who burn churches and suraus? Did your religion teach you to do that? I guess you're not preaching what your religion teaches; just what Satan teaches. So yeah, I guess start reading your holy books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we should stop promoting unity. We should just start promoting friendship. Look beyond a child's eyes and realize that we all too should be colour blind. If a child can do it, why not us mature adult people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYxdth21KYo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYxdth21KYo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2666138572712315371?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2666138572712315371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2666138572712315371' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2666138572712315371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2666138572712315371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/01/liang-seng-and-colours.html' title='Liang Seng and Colours'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/S1xMmfkZ5vI/AAAAAAAAAYM/p3N0A-fiMA0/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-4691919398230737638</id><published>2010-01-17T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:14:42.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yasmin Ahmad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pergi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aizat'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Pergi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had always been a fan of Yasmin Ahmad. Great of a person she was, she is the epitome  of what Malaysia should be. Instead of all the commotions of certain words pertaining to God, instead of all the stupid actions of burning down religious places, we should all just live perfectly in harmony. Perhaps we had all gone over our head, perhaps we should knock some sense into ourselves. Perhaps, people like Yasmin Ahmad had gone too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to Yasmin Ahmad. Great song by Pete Teo. Sang in Malay version by Aizat, which won him the best song in Anugerah Juara Lagu 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pergi by Aizat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayu terpisah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hikayat indah kini hanya tinggal sejarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berhembus angin rindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begitu nyamannya terhidu wangian kasihmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hujan lebat mencurah kini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagaikan tiada henti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaulah laguku kau irama terindah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tak lagi kudengari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kau pergi.. pergi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sepi tanpa kata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terdiam dan kaku tak daya kau kulupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apa pun kata mereka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;biarkan kenangan berbunga di ranting usia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/shSpzm-W_0Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/shSpzm-W_0Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-4691919398230737638?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/4691919398230737638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=4691919398230737638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/4691919398230737638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/4691919398230737638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/01/liang-seng-and-pergi.html' title='Liang Seng and Pergi'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-6389085604860747660</id><published>2010-01-06T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:01:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dunno what is it, but there's just somethings that's stopping me from going further with you. I am not sure if it is my own fear and insecurity, or is it my own sense that I can never be the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I tried to forget everything about you. But you always seem to be there when I needed you. Though at times I felt that I have neglected you, everytime I come calling, you will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I dunno if it's you or is it just me, but it is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;And I cant help but wonder if it is meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is me, wondering if I could ever give you the world,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is just me, and all is just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E231TF4CzU0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E231TF4CzU0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-6389085604860747660?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/6389085604860747660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=6389085604860747660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6389085604860747660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6389085604860747660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2010/01/liang-seng-and-you.html' title='Liang Seng and You'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3757572119190329129</id><published>2009-11-05T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:41:54.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mentari Project'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Mentari Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had the privilege to help out at Desa Mentari the other Saturday, in a volunteer programme called "&lt;strong&gt;The Mentari Project&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mentari Project is a weekend tuition and personal coaching project for primary school children run by volunteers. Mentari Project is initiated at Desa Mentari, a low cost housing area which comprises of a few blocks of flats. From what Pn. Marwani told us, a few blocks of Desa Mentari are inhibited by foreign workers and at times the children themselves do not feel safe when they’re there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the noble Pn. Marwani came up with the idea of Mentari Project to be able to provide a place for the kids to at least brush aside their insecurities and feel safe to be able to do what kids do. According to her, the main objective of the project was to provide affordable tuition for the primary school children there, providing them with an environment that is non-threatening and supportive with personal attention to the kids. The Mentari Project is also aimed at ensuring that the kids are able to catch up with their studies in school and ensure that they have the opportunity to pick up the English Language in order to equip them for the future. As such, the medium of teaching and conversation between Pn. Marwani, the volunteers and the kids are in dual language, predominantly English and Malay, for kids whose grasp of English Language is still poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In view of her effort, Pn. Marwani highlighted that the project needs volunteers to help out with the sessions with the kids every now and then. As they are yet to be a fully fledged organization, the sole drivers behind the Mentari Project are her and her son, Yasir. At times, she will rope in her relatives such as niece and nephews. As much as the volunteers will like to help, most of them are fully occupied with work and could not really commit a fixed time to help out as the classes and sessions are held during the weekend. What the volunteers will need to do is to guide the children through each session, ensuring that they are able to learn and benefit from it. Pn. Marwani explained that in an instance where there is more volunteers, more personal attention can be given to the kids at any time, and hence they can be guided more effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the tie up between CIMB’s TCBians and the Mentari Project is seen as very beneficial to the project. As we have a steady stream of management trainees coming in, the Mentari Project is at least guaranteed a few volunteers throughout the years. Besides CIMB, there are also volunteers from a few MNCs who are helping them out. In spite of this, the project still has problems in getting volunteers to be present as work schedule seems to be a hindrance everytime. Hence, Pn Marwani is considering going into the tertiary education institutions to see if she is able to rope in help from the students there. They are also welcoming people to help them spread the word about the Mentari Project, as she said most of her volunteers get to know about the project based on word of mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So yeah, if you guys have the free time, then go over to Desa Mentari and help out. They have classes on every Saturday. For further details on the project, you can log on to &lt;a href="http://mentariproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://mentariproject.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or you can contact the person in charge, Yasir at 017 636 2047 or email them at &lt;a href="mailto:mentariproject@gmail.com"&gt;mentariproject@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like they say, "Do it for the kids!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-3757572119190329129?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3757572119190329129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3757572119190329129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3757572119190329129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3757572119190329129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/11/liang-seng-and-mentari-kids.html' title='Liang Seng and the Mentari Kids'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-8924189859414557831</id><published>2009-11-03T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:50:57.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manchester United'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the True Red Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quoted this from Mymanutd forum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-start-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man U is not a term REAL / TRUE United fans refer themselves to. WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This term is mostly only used by other supporters as a complete and utter insult. In case anyone on this board is not aware rival supporters used to sing a song about Munich and it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man U Man U went on a plane,&lt;br /&gt;Man U Man U never came back again”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if that’s not getting your blood boiling nothing will. I started this thread way last year because after being on the board for some time I found more and more people referring to us as THAT name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are UNITED, MAN UTD, MANCHESTER UNITED, or RED DEVILS. We do not have any songs with THAT name in them nor will you be able to buy any official merchandise using that term. It is not printed on any scarves or badges, also I was at the Reading game and there is no way did that song ring out around the ground. You don’t use the phrase Man C Leeds U Aston V. So don’t use M** *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the song goes “There’s Only One United” so people will know who you support when using this term. All said whenever someone calls us M** * I simply correct them. And I think this should be implemented on this board. So come on lads let’s educate the ones that need it and keep THAT name away form our club and this board. The term Utd is the proper abbreviation for the word United and nothing else. Why can’t some people not just accept this and get over themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if anyone can remember the Scousers’ chanting and it pains me even to type this but for educations sake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man U Never Intended Coming Home”&lt;br /&gt;(notice the first letter of each word from the phrase means MUNICH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope true United fans will stop referring to United as Man U.&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/7711924-8924189859414557831?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/8924189859414557831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=8924189859414557831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8924189859414557831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8924189859414557831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/11/liang-seng-and-true-red-devil.html' title='Liang Seng and the True Red Devil'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7408676647681904188</id><published>2009-10-15T08:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:31:18.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1Toilet'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and One(1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just read this news article on the Star online, and boy it chuckled me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A state in Malaysia had decided to introduce 1Toilet. Yes not two, but one. 1Toilet was said to be mooted in line with the 1Malaysia concept, where teachers and students could have a feeling of "oneness". Imagine this scenario:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Student: Cikgu, nak pergi tandas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teacher: Tak boleh. Duduk balik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Student: Cikgu, tak tahan dah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teacher: Ok. Jom pergi sama-sama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it gets even funnier.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The article quoted, "“We want students to have a sense of belonging that we believe would inspire them to excel further in their education. When students share the toilets with the teacher, they (students) will believe that they are on par with academicians and this automatically invokes a sense of being important to an organisation, which, in this case, is the school.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the toilet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teacher: Ahmad, belajar baik baik tau. SPM dah dekat ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahmad: Ye cikgu. Ahmad tau. Tapi tak confident la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teacher: Confident sikit. Tengok, Ahmad pun dah setaraf ngan cikgu dah. Toilet pun dah kongsi sama cikgu. Betul tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahmad: Hmmm, betul gak cikgu. Tapi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teacher: Tapi apa Ahmad? Ragu ragu lagi ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahmad: Kenapa saya punya lebih besar daripada cikgu punya ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would understand the sharing of canteen part. But to share toilet to instil sense of belonging and create excellence? Come on. We can do better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To read full article, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/15/nation/4906693&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Disclaimer: This post in no part represents any views of the officer(s) mentioned in the article, or any of the related parties mentioned or related to the article. This post represents the writer's point of view and is written in a humorous point of view, with no intent to harm or kill anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7408676647681904188?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7408676647681904188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7408676647681904188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7408676647681904188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7408676647681904188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/10/liang-seng-and-one1.html' title='Liang Seng and One(1)'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-6292238884177234519</id><published>2009-10-14T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:54:10.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peterpan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kisah Cintaku'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Peterpan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just like this song ALOT. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Peter Pan – Kisah Cintaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Di malam yang sesunyi ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aku sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tiada yang menemani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Akhirnya kini kusadari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dia telah pergi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tinggalkan diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*courtesy of LirikLaguIndonesia.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(kini kau tlah pergi tinggalkanku)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Adakah semua kan terulang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kisah cintaku yang seperti dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(mungkinkah terulang lagi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hanya dirimu yang kucinta dan kukenang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Di dalam hatiku (di dalam hatiku)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Takkan pernah hilang (takkan pernah hilang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bayangan dirimu untuk selamanya (selamanya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Reff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mengapa terjadi (tlah terjadi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kepada dirimu (di dirimu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Aku tak percaya kau telah tiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Haruskah ku pergi tinggalkan dunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Agar aku dapat berjumpa denganmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Adakah semua kan terulang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kisah cintaku yang seperti dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(mungkinkah terulang lagi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hanya dirimu yang kucinta dan kukenang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Di dalam hatiku (di dalam hatiku)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Takkan pernah hilang (takkan pernah hilang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bayangan dirimu untuk selamanya (selamanya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Back to Reff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6292238884177234519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6292238884177234519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/10/liang-seng-and-peterpan.html' title='Liang Seng and Peterpan'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2843715151500986538</id><published>2009-10-07T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:53:04.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Religion</title><content type='html'>If there is any one word that can confuse me, I believe it is religion. Is it a belief? Or is it a culture? Is it faith? Or is it the way we live our lives? I can call myself a Buddhist, but I don't practice much of what Buddhists do. I don't pray that much, but whenever I do, I pray with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fascinated about other religions, and what they believe in. I'm fascinated that some can follow strictly on the rules of the religion, and yet some can find ways to bend the rules and yet still be in line with religion. So what is it about religion that make us believe in it and stick by it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I have no idea. I have no idea what religion is there for. Is there God? To say that I do not believe in God, I had seen things that us mortals cant do. But to say that I believe in God, I do not think that He had been fair in his doings and all. If there is God, then why is there poor people who are suffering? Had they not pray enough? I think they pray more than any rich people.  So why are they still where they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, ask me what religion I am, I'll tell you I am Buddhist. But then, serious shit, I really dunno much. Do I believe in God? To an extent, yes. But will I put everything in God's hands? Hell no. Our destiny is written in our hands. And no one else's. And if everything else fails, well God, please save a place for me. But until then, I'm giving it all my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31526b6c289d2d36" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31526b6c289d2d36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DBAA7D729890EDCBC6D06C01363A1AF90A73BC.1EE2E617F56DB8AF559A44C179B681AD6DF94115%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31526b6c289d2d36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzocjxEMlxa9-3X7rCmVp-ee9bgA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31526b6c289d2d36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DBAA7D729890EDCBC6D06C01363A1AF90A73BC.1EE2E617F56DB8AF559A44C179B681AD6DF94115%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31526b6c289d2d36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzocjxEMlxa9-3X7rCmVp-ee9bgA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2843715151500986538?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2843715151500986538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2843715151500986538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2843715151500986538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2843715151500986538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/10/liang-seng-and-religion.html' title='Liang Seng and the Religion'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-8849560113348950355</id><published>2009-08-30T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:02:21.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ministry of Health'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Anti-Smoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This ad was on during the interval of Manchester United vs Arsenal match yesterday. I would call it as shocking, disgusting, yet straight to the point. It shows the 'benefits' of smoking, much to my disgust. All the reason why we all should start to stop smoking. Not that I smoke anyway. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, enjoy it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0V2zn_ArlVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0V2zn_ArlVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-8849560113348950355?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/8849560113348950355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=8849560113348950355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8849560113348950355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8849560113348950355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/08/liang-seng-and-anti-smoking.html' title='Liang Seng and Anti-Smoking'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-819029540156023246</id><published>2009-07-26T15:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:24:53.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yasmin Ahmad'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Yasmin Ahmad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was any Malaysians that I looked up to, the first name that I would have to say is Yasmin Ahmad. She's just this wonderful personality that sees things beyond any other Malaysians. She truly understood unity, and a person who's blinded by togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, all great people die early. I guess it is God's way of making us realize all the great things that these people had done. All the messages that they are trying to spread but we never had the chance to truly be mesmerized by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin Ahmad had done wonders for the media world, from her renowned television ads to international ads for AirAsia, as well as her creative ideas behind groundbreaking movies such as Sepet. Being Yasmin Ahmad was never easy. Of all the different things that she tried, and of all the messages that she tried to spread, she has her own critics. People whom never believed in what she believed criticized her and doubted her. But I guess, she never see them as obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I decided to post some of the videos of her work that I like and admire alot. Her idea, the message behind it. Everything just epitomes greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The funeral, done for Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-358c7d90b0549a46" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D358c7d90b0549a46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A66337DC525DE1CA946B2DD3EACF09676A3EA47.471D0A92EECBC5D54360E900DE4E134C1FAFA3C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D358c7d90b0549a46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHiSVuDrzZ23yIrkCiYn2H3qQyrU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D358c7d90b0549a46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A66337DC525DE1CA946B2DD3EACF09676A3EA47.471D0A92EECBC5D54360E900DE4E134C1FAFA3C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D358c7d90b0549a46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHiSVuDrzZ23yIrkCiYn2H3qQyrU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Air Asia ad, Yasmin's first commercial ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6b4f3aa6c55b6bab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b4f3aa6c55b6bab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5216C50DBE0BC17BF5CEF700F73C7DE549040AAD.24DC035F0D88C7F9BB69D01E22FCE1E870E2CDCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b4f3aa6c55b6bab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5V1DyuJSuVOUkwlCtbXGbUafspg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6b4f3aa6c55b6bab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5216C50DBE0BC17BF5CEF700F73C7DE549040AAD.24DC035F0D88C7F9BB69D01E22FCE1E870E2CDCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6b4f3aa6c55b6bab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5V1DyuJSuVOUkwlCtbXGbUafspg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50th Merdeka Ad - Dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-51dfe6bca730cf7b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51dfe6bca730cf7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3ACC948A9068295E1A9BA4F55CAD676FE0971467.277C0C830BEFD80C75C2066779D9DED88C6C5984%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51dfe6bca730cf7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCPLb0SkNHEpd5C5L3q7HXJErimQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D51dfe6bca730cf7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3ACC948A9068295E1A9BA4F55CAD676FE0971467.277C0C830BEFD80C75C2066779D9DED88C6C5984%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D51dfe6bca730cf7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCPLb0SkNHEpd5C5L3q7HXJErimQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin Ahmad is truly a great Malaysian, and forever will be. May God bless your soul and may you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-819029540156023246?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2ed858581532453c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=358c7d90b0549a46&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=51dfe6bca730cf7b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6b4f3aa6c55b6bab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/819029540156023246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=819029540156023246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/819029540156023246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/819029540156023246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/07/liang-seng-and-yasmin-ahmad.html' title='Liang Seng and Yasmin Ahmad'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-5064832921847665526</id><published>2009-07-21T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T00:05:41.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manchester United'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Manchester United Asia Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SmXlSsWxdWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/isGquTjxqKk/s1600-h/IMG_1887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SmXlSsWxdWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/isGquTjxqKk/s400/IMG_1887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360943040761525602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 July 2009. Manchester United came to town for the Manchester United Asia Tour 2009. First stop, the Bukit Jalil National Stadium in Malaysia. You see, when Manchester United came, you can expect few things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lots and lots of supporters turning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SmXlS7fZqiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/gO3m9WYxgXc/s1600-h/IMG_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SmXlS7fZqiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/gO3m9WYxgXc/s400/IMG_1866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360943044824246818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Massive traffic jam. MASSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, bearing all these, it's not everyday that Manchester United comes to play in Malaysia so yeah, it's worth all the suffering. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I think the online blogs will be full of posts talking on how great the United team was, how electric the atmosphere was in the stadium, how they cherished the wonderful experience and all things wonderful bout the match. Therefore, I beg to differ with this post of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna talk about certain things the Malaysian coach, K. Rajagopal mentioned to the Star newspaper. (For further read, please click &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/sports/story.asp?file=/2009/7/20/sports/4353344&amp;amp;sec=sports"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I was actually impressed and proud of the Malaysian team's performance for the two matches. Considering the fact that majority of the players are from the Under-23 team, to lose 3-2 in the first match, and 2-0 in the second one is indeed a proud achievement. Mind you, not many teams can say they lose to Man United by such a close margin. Maybe the heat and humidity played its part. Maybe it's the jet-lag. But whatever it is, the Malaysian team is a team at last. We defended disciplined-ly, and the midfield as well as the strikers worked their socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we did jeer and boo at the Malaysian players few times. And personally I believe that our actions as football fans are justified. Too many times players do not pass to their teammates who are better positioned than them in the field. And too many times many opted for personal glory, rather than teamwork. (Yes, Amri Yahyah's first goal was ridiculous, but he did screw up many shots and chances before that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from my observation, I believe that the rightest strategy for the Malaysian national team will be a defensive mindset. Judging by how well our team defended that day. Defensive, and hit teams on the counter attack. Many teams had done well using defensive tactics; the Italian national team, Chelsea under Jose Mourinho. And if this strategy works well, I sincerely believe that our Malaysian national team can qualify for the World Cup finals. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;By right, the fans should be rooting for us,&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt; - K. Rajagopal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are rooting for the Malaysian team. Which is why we cheered when they scored both goals. At least my section of fans did. And if these two matches are the outlook of Malaysian football to come, we're in for a very wonderful ride indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajagopal, you're my man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SmXlnXnRHQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zw8cKANmr2E/s1600-h/IMG_1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SmXlnXnRHQI/AAAAAAAAAYA/zw8cKANmr2E/s400/IMG_1927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360943395970817282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-5064832921847665526?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5064832921847665526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=5064832921847665526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5064832921847665526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5064832921847665526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/07/liang-seng-and-manchester-united-asia.html' title='Liang Seng and Manchester United Asia Tour'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SmXlSsWxdWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/isGquTjxqKk/s72-c/IMG_1887.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-6550234310872698231</id><published>2009-07-13T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:43:16.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miley Cyrus'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have no idea what is wrong with me, or what is going on. There will be times when I'm just sick and tired of life. I want all those pesky little things that troubles me to go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never really liked Miley Cyrus, but her song really epitomes me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song: The Climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Singer: Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can almost see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That dream I am dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But there's a voice inside my head saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You'll never reach it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every step I'm taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My faith is shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I gotta keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes might knock me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But no, I'm not breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I may not know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm gonna remember most, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just gotta keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I, I got to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always gonna be a uphill battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somebody's gonna have to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep on moving, keep climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep the faith, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's all about, it's all about the climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the question now is, what happens when you really feel like giving up? You feel your faith is waning, and you're really sick and tired of this life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What happens after that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-6550234310872698231?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/6550234310872698231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=6550234310872698231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6550234310872698231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6550234310872698231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/07/liang-seng-and-climb.html' title='Liang Seng and the Climb'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-8564775609014528947</id><published>2009-07-08T09:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:32:19.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manchester United'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Greatest Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People are arguing, after Crystiano Ronaldo, who will be the one filling the empty number 7 jersey in Manchester United? Will it be Darren Fletcher? Or will Wayne Rooney be handed this jersey? Or will it be the new boys? Michael Owen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For me, I think the number 7 jersey should be awarded to all of you Manchester United fans. For being the greatest fan in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being there and keeping faith when Eric Cantona did his infamous flying kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For believing in the team through ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being there in the dying minutes of the 1998 / 99 UEFA Champions League Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being there when John Terry missed the penalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being there when Sir Alex Ferguson sold Beckham to Real Madrid (I personally wished he didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being there when Sir Alex Ferguson sold Christiano Ronaldo to Real Madrid (World Player yes, but never liked his selfish-ness).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/26692426@N03/3699917344/" title="greatest fan by Teh Liang Seng, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/3699917344_4e6624ddab.jpg" alt="greatest fan" width="354" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here's to all United fans. The number 7 jersey. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-8564775609014528947?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/8564775609014528947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=8564775609014528947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8564775609014528947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8564775609014528947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/07/liang-seng-and-greatest-fan.html' title='Liang Seng and the Greatest Fan'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/3699917344_4e6624ddab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-8084144825974991103</id><published>2009-07-04T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:49:35.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysians'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Poor Doggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/Sk8JQHu2CjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9YyArlDuMWs/s1600-h/nice-try-bitch.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/Sk8JQHu2CjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9YyArlDuMWs/s400/nice-try-bitch.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354508654524893746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dear blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I must let you know that I am so 'upset' today. I have a mad dog trailing me everywhere I go, simply barking at me for no reasons. I tried to give the dog a bone, I tried to ask the dog to go away, but the dog kept coming back. I have no idea what it is barking for. For some reasons it is barking at me. I have no idea what to do. Please teach me what to do my blog. Coz I'm running out of my mind facing this dog. And I think it has rabies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dear blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The dog is back. And it is still barking. The funny thing is, the dog seems to imply that it's barking because it had heard things about me, and it is confirmed true. I'm confused my blog. I have no idea who is so free to do such things or who has so much grudge against me. Oh well, maybe the person really likes to talk stuff about people. Or maybe the person has nothing to do. Or maybe the person is simply crazy. Oh well, I guess the dog needs to grow up. And be more mature in it's thinking. To listen to a person and simply pass judgment on people. Poor dog. One day, it will be run over by a car or something. Hopefully I won't be the one driving the car then. Hmmm, is it just me or it is funny a person can actually talk to a dog? Oh well. Life is full of surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dear blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The dog is back barking again. Somehow, whenever it barks, I feel funny. I have to laugh whenever I shoo it off. I speak kind words, I told it nicely to go away. But it is still barking. And barking even more loudly, it is as if it's words are in CAPITAL LETTERS!. Well, what to do. It's a dog which don't know much about ethics. Momma once said, it is very rude to type things in capital letters. Maybe momma didn't teach her much. Or maybe momma is the type who thinks her daughter dog is the prettiest, smartest, most loving dog in the whole world? Hmmm, pity momma dog. Telling little dog all lies and no truths. Doggy gonna get hurt real bad one day. Poor doggy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Day Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dear blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have this pitiful feeling whenever I think of the dog. Poor dog must be thinking that it is the smartest dog in the world. Thinking it has the world at its feet. Thinking that it is way above others. Poor doggy didn't realize it is only a poodle, not a Rottweiler or a Pitbull. Oh well, I hope poor doggie doesn't get bitten to death. Well, just hope it will survive the rabies first. I pity the fact that doggy did not get any proper education at home either. Momma dog did not give it good education at home. Poor Momma dog didn't know that she's gonna kill doggy by doing that. I feel sad for doggy. Poor doggy must not have many friends. Poor doggy must be lonely, and scared of the world. Poor doggy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I hope life relieves doggy of all its cruelty. And I hope God does not punish doggy and send it to burn in hell for all the things it has done in life. Doggy is just an innocent, immature dog living in its own world. Poor doggy didn't do anything wrong. Poor doggy was merely trying to show its "friendliness". I guess poor doggy just wants a friend. Poor doggy wants attention. Oh well, I hope doggy finds another friend. I do not think I'll suit doggy well. I'm an ignorant person, who is a sore loser, who don't have many friends and is just plain idiotic for poking fun at people. So doggy, be good and go find yourself a pussy cat. Maybe both of you can be good pussy friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh blog, I just found out that doggy is a female. Guess that makes her a bitch as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Liang Seng the Cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-8084144825974991103?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/8084144825974991103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=8084144825974991103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8084144825974991103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8084144825974991103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/07/liang-seng-and-poor-doggy.html' title='Liang Seng and the Poor Doggy'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/Sk8JQHu2CjI/AAAAAAAAAXg/9YyArlDuMWs/s72-c/nice-try-bitch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-5738816634000311661</id><published>2009-07-01T13:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:22:44.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysians'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Malaysian Whines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SksXnKWNSJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LlCz6W9bNm8/s1600-h/whiner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SksXnKWNSJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LlCz6W9bNm8/s400/whiner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353398543619803282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those "Letter to the Editor" sections you have in the newspapers? Usually I like to read them, just to see what comments and suggestions that Malaysians have to solve problems. There's this one that caught my eye today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Six hours to register at varsity"&lt;/span&gt; from The Star newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see, I would have no problem with it, since the writer already mentioned that the delay was caused by technical problems. And the writer too quote,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They apologized and we accepted their apology"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why the heck are you writing in to The Star to complain about this? Please tell me, which part of "We accepted their apology" that you yourself wrote that you do not understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, the writer complained bout lack of information given and signboards to guide them to the dormitories. Ok, maybe the university is wrong in this. Maybe they should have put up signs or banners or whatever things saying "Go this way to the dorms". But the funny part is here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It took me 10 minutes to walk around the campus just to find the toilet"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm, sorry sir / madam, but I was just wondering, why not just ASK anyone who is there where is the toilet? Surely will save you time right. And why not just go to the ones at the dorms, instead of walking around campus. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, then comes the final interesting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I urge universities to revamp their registration system to avoid wasting a whole day just to get the children enrolled"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, did the writer think that all universities use a standard registration system?  Perhaps I should ask my alma mater if they're using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reg.Uni &lt;/span&gt;version 2.0. Perhaps they should have updated to a version 3.0 instead. And how are we going to revamp the whole registration system? Set up a committee to investigate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian are whiners you see. Instead of being grateful that the sister managed to secure a place at the university, or proud of the sister's achievement of managing to get herself into a university, the writer chose to whine about walking around for 10 minutes for a toilet, the fact that the system broke down, and the idea that the universities should REVAMP (not improve) their registration system. Come on-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. An example of Malaysian third class mentality perhaps? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is a chain reaction you see. When you get a place, you complain bout the university, the dorms, the rooms, the lack of buses, the apalling facilities in the university, the backdated syllabus that they're using to teach, the quality of teachers, the dress code.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't get a place, you complain about the inequality, the racial quota for entry into public university, the disparity between treatments that some Datuk's sons get, the expensive fees charged by private universities, how Barisan Nasional is not doing their work (Yes, Malaysians go to MCA, MIC for help coz we are all the SMARTEST!!!), bla bla bla. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Food for thought: If all is so smart, then who is stupid?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How-lah. You get what you want, you also complain. You don't get what you want also you complain. So the simple fact is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no it's not we're not good enough.&lt;/span&gt; The simple fact is, Malaysians like to whine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysians are whiners&lt;/span&gt;. Guess I should start whining bout the fact that I am overweight, and how the government and universities should revamp the education system to accomodate more exercise for people like me. Hmmm. Maybe, just maybe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-5738816634000311661?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5738816634000311661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=5738816634000311661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5738816634000311661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5738816634000311661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/07/liang-seng-and-malaysian-whines.html' title='Liang Seng and Malaysian Whines'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SksXnKWNSJI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LlCz6W9bNm8/s72-c/whiner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-72793521761826617</id><published>2009-07-01T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:29:04.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers 2 soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never Say Never'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Transformers 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having watched Transformers 2, I'd say the movie is just mediocre at least. It did not leave any lasting impressions, or made me want to watch it for the second or third or fourth time like Transformers the Movie. Yeah, the fight scenes were great, but you know it's not the greatest movie when all you remember bout the movie is 2 songs from the soundtrack. Love these songs, reminded me of someone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here you go. The first is The Fray's Never Say Never (ending credits), and the second is Green Day's 21 Guns (scene where Mikaela strips while Sam was talking to Bumblebee in the garage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gy9TczXqHQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gy9TczXqHQM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LuHJV4Lt0Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LuHJV4Lt0Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-72793521761826617?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/72793521761826617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=72793521761826617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/72793521761826617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/72793521761826617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/07/liang-seng-and-transformers-2.html' title='Liang Seng and Transformers 2'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1735761305731344708</id><published>2009-06-29T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:23:33.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Changed the layout. It's back to black again. I always liked black, thought I'd change it to white for a change, but then, black rules. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1735761305731344708?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1735761305731344708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1735761305731344708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1735761305731344708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1735761305731344708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/06/liang-seng-and-new-look.html' title='Liang Seng and the New Look'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7513571252727330446</id><published>2009-06-25T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:52:25.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC Hardtalk'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Hardtalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just stumbled upon BBC's Hardtalk with Tun Dr. Mahathir. Kudos to Stephen Sackur of Hardtalk. Here's some quote from it when talking bout the H*ndraf street protests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephen: But the point is, there is 80,000 Indians for example, were on the streets protesting long and loud last November because they are no longer prepared to live with the racial division that you set in the stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tun: Why now? Why not during my time? They were quite free to demonstrate. Many of the people who diagreed with me, demonstrated but... (Stephen intervenes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephen: But people who disagreed with you, I'm afraid ended up in prison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tun: Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephen: Hundreds of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second part&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephen: I just want to put to you this final point, Anwar Ibrahim says that he is going to push, of course he your long time friend who later became your political enemy, he is going to push for a colour blind Malaysia where affirmative action is open to all who need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tun: Well, this is opportunism for him. Now that he's out of the government. He   was in the government for a long time, he never made any complaint. He never did anything to err...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephen: Well, he certainly made a complaint and you locked him up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Classic. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7513571252727330446?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7513571252727330446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7513571252727330446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7513571252727330446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7513571252727330446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/06/liang-seng-and-hardtalk.html' title='Liang Seng and Hardtalk'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3313702255595645982</id><published>2009-06-25T17:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:58:31.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KPZ UPM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPM'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and F.R.I.E.N.D.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;Shakespeare once said "Parting is such sweet sorrow". And I guess it is true isn't it. Wind back the clock to 4 years ago. Back to when I first entered UPM. Things go through your mind few days before entering. What will my coursemates be. How will UPM be. Will I be bullied there? I gonna miss my school friends. And the list goes on. Looking back, it is kinda foolish whatever it is that I thought. But in a way, it couldn't be helped right.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;To be honest, I think when I first stepped into Kolej Pendeta Za'ba, I was more than relieved. The rooms looked good, and the toilet doesn't look too bad. I mean, all of the are nicely tiled, so there weren't much complains there. And even more, having a nice roommate helps. Tan Koh Sing, you know who you are. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest, I can't remember much of my first year in UPM, except for the people that I had met, and the wonderful connections in life that we made. In truth, never stayed at a hostel with so many people really opened my eyes. Confined to the luxuury of home all the time, hostel life is beneficially different from home. You learn about the various things that you never know. You learn about the various cultures of the people there. And more importantly, you learn more about yourself, and grow out of it.&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkND8Xpc7_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/R9CDDbA1iKw/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkND8Xpc7_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/R9CDDbA1iKw/s400/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351195486665371634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then in my second year, I got more actively involved in things. Majlis Tertinggi Mahasiswa Kolej Pendeta Za'ba they call it. An organization which is orientated towards student welfare, but personally it's more to kissing up to the management, and make sure that the resident students have enough activities for their merits. Loathe it or hate it, I must admit that I learned a fair share during my stint in the MTM. I learned that it's not easy being in an organization. And I learned that it's not easy to do things the way I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as things will go, being an organization made us all grew closer through the thick and thin. While it is true that we all had our fair share of arguments, yellings and sorts, it is these things that made our friendship bonds stronger. It is of these ugly things that make you realize, "Hey, we're all different after all." And you really appreciate the difference, for it made you realize the fact that we Malaysians are of multi-racial. But in the end, I must admit I had fun and enjoyed my time in it, the experience is just simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkND9ajrWgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IblU11HnXUQ/s1600-h/DSC05411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkND9ajrWgI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IblU11HnXUQ/s400/DSC05411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351195504626326018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all, for what makes us ugly, makes us beautiful. Every single moment shared is a blessing indeed. It makes you grateful for all you have, it makes you realize all the people around you. The laughter shared and the tears shed, it is part and parcel of growing up. And through these growth, it had made us all unique, different and special in our very own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you my friends for making my journey in UPM for these 4 years a truly worthwhile and memorable experience. Appreciate whatever you guys did, and all the best to all of us in our future undertakings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkND9NBv8EI/AAAAAAAAAXI/n8ejipQuFdo/s1600-h/IMG_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkND9NBv8EI/AAAAAAAAAXI/n8ejipQuFdo/s400/IMG_1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351195500994359362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkND8jy3-3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/MFQzHQydKdk/s1600-h/P3147975+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkND8jy3-3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/MFQzHQydKdk/s400/P3147975+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351195489926118258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how beautiful and handsome everyone has grown up into? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wFhqh-IWIwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wFhqh-IWIwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7711924-3313702255595645982?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3313702255595645982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3313702255595645982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3313702255595645982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3313702255595645982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/06/liang-seng-and-friends.html' title='Liang Seng and F.R.I.E.N.D.S.'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkND8Xpc7_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/R9CDDbA1iKw/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7174196339397595321</id><published>2009-06-23T22:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:04:11.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CIMB'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and CIMB, Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkEHy3Tpi8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/FKEoqweyGck/s1600-h/cimb+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 65px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkEHy3Tpi8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/FKEoqweyGck/s400/cimb+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350566402714078146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when I went for the &lt;a href="http://www.cimb.com/index.php?tpt=cimb_group"&gt;CIMB&lt;/a&gt; interview, I was asked these two general questions. "What do you know about CIMB?" and "Where do you wanna work in CIMB?" There's also this question on "Why do you wanna work in CIMB?" which I responded funnily by answering "I was attracted to the logo." I got out of that by twisting and turning my facts, but if any other person got the same question, please do not mention anything bout their logo. You've been warned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was told that I need to read up more on CIMB, as my current knowledge on CIMB is not enough. It was too general, and I must admit, I only read on the general stuffs. Not the separate divisions they have. Nor on their board of directors. So here I am doing my homework. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Question: Where do you wanna work in CIMB?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Looking back at the different institutions, I would say that I would prefer their investment division or their consumer banking division. I have nothing against Islamic banking, and I feel it is a great thing to have in the financial sector, but in honest truth, as much as I trust my abilities, starting off in the Islamic sector with so much still to learn will be a great task, even for someone like me. But hey, who knows right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under Investment Banking, they have further divisions under them. First is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ib.cimb.com/index.php?ch=ib_busi_advisory&amp;amp;tpt=ib"&gt;Advisory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advisory or Corporate Finance, is the wing under CIMB that gives financial advisory services regarding equity instruments and equity-linked instruments to their client. From issuance to strategies and advice on M&amp;amp;A, debt restructuring to initial public offerings, these are all done under Advisory. Am I interested? Well, maybe. But not to an extent of going crazy over it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Interest ratings = 50%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.ib.cimb.com/index.php?ch=ib_busi_banking&amp;amp;tpt=ib"&gt;Corporate Banking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, corporate banking is the nice term of lending money to corporations. Through this channel, financial and lending services is provided to corporations to support their business growth. This service is provided through various channels, such as credit and trade facilities, internet banking to improve overall efficiency, cash management and treasury. Through their international banking facilities, financial leverage can also be obtained for international firms and corporations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Interest Ratings = 80%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ib.cimb.com/index.php?ch=ib_busi_equity&amp;amp;tpt=ib"&gt;Equity Market and Derivatives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CIMB provides the linkages between investors and the issuing institutions such as fund managers, insurance companies, pension funds and even government institutions. CIMB has won many awards for its capital market excellence, notable Best Equity House in 2007 and 2008. This section of CIMB deals with the equity capital market, as well as issuance and trading of derivatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Interest Ratings = 20%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ib.cimb.com/index.php?ch=ib_busi_retail&amp;amp;tpt=ib"&gt;Investors Services&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name goes, Investor Services focuses on providing the best for investors dealing with investments in the stock markets. These services can be accessed online, or their mobile portal or via SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Interest Ratings = 20%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ib.cimb.com/index.php?ch=ib_busi_treasury&amp;amp;tpt=ib"&gt;Group Treasury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group Treasury focuses on the regional fixed income market, namely the bond market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Interest Ratings = 20%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ib.cimb.com/index.php?ch=ib_busi_research&amp;amp;tpt=ib"&gt;Research&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the name goes, this division focuses on providing investment advices to interested parties. CIMB Research also shares with them their views and opinions regarding companies, markets and economic trends. Research is done on equities(fundamental analysis)  economies(development and risks, etc.)  as well as fixed income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Interest Ratings = 85%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ib.cimb.com/index.php?ch=ib_busi_cash&amp;amp;tpt=ib"&gt;Transaction Services&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transaction services is divided into two, cash management and securities services. Cash management services help the clients to better manage their cash flow through AR / AP / Acc Management. Securities services on the other hand provides services in handling transactions, from start to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Interest Ratings = 50%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ib.cimb.com/index.php?ch=ib_busi_private&amp;amp;tpt=ib"&gt;Private Banking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private banking services is specifically catered to CIMB's High Net-Worth clients, i.e. the rich clients. There are various services provided, from wealth enhancement to wealth protection and distribution. In Malaysia, financial planning and portfolio management is the key service providers of private banking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Interest Ratings = 70%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ib.cimb.com/index.php?ch=ib_busi_asset&amp;amp;tpt=ib"&gt;Asset Management&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asset management comprises of virtually all asset classes and investment strategies, from stock to derivatives. Asset management is provided via Fund Management (Mutual Fund) to retail customers and via Wholesale Funds that includes Real Estate, Private Equity, Strategic Assets, Structured Investments and Venture Capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Interest Ratings = 60%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ib.cimb.com/index.php?ch=ib_busi_ccs&amp;amp;tpt=ib"&gt;Corporate Client Solutions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate Client Solutions offers CIMB's corporate clientele the full suite of CIMB's universal banking products and solutions. In Malaysia, the services provided is focused on four sub-categories, Investment Banking; Government Relations; MNC Relations and Japanese Corporate Relations. Hmmm, multi-lingual requirements perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Interest Ratings = 80%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7174196339397595321?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7174196339397595321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7174196339397595321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7174196339397595321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7174196339397595321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/06/liang-seng-and-cimb-part-one.html' title='Liang Seng and CIMB, Part One'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SkEHy3Tpi8I/AAAAAAAAAWw/FKEoqweyGck/s72-c/cimb+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1360623297040646664</id><published>2009-06-02T12:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:01:55.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, words can't really express what we feel. Sometimes, words are not enough. Sometimes, we try to find the words but we can't. And sometimes, the easiest words are the hardest to come by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This clip epitomes my difficulty in words right now. Take care now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="180" height="160"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiL4xsHZ5Rg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiL4xsHZ5Rg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1360623297040646664?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1360623297040646664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1360623297040646664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1360623297040646664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1360623297040646664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/06/liang-seng-and-words.html' title='Liang Seng and Words'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-8732732592487769570</id><published>2009-05-21T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:25:55.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wen Lan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sha Gua'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Sha Gua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have no idea why this song is stuck to my head for these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sha Gua (Fool) by Wen Lan (Landy Wen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lyrics by Landy Wen&lt;br /&gt;Music by Kenji Wu Ke Qun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;其实他做的坏事我们都懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qi shi ta zuo de huai shi wo men dou dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know what bad things he has done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;没有什么不同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mei you shen me bu tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;眼光闪烁 暧昧流动&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yan guang shan shuo ai mei liu dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roaming eyes and ambiguous relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;闭上眼当作听说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bi shang yan dang zuo ting shuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and pretend they're just hearsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;其实别人的招数我们都懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qi shi bie ren de zhao shu wo men dou dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know too well the tricks of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;没有什么不同&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mei you shen me bu tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;故作软弱 撒娇害羞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gu zuo ruan ruo sa jiao hai xiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to be weak and shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;只是有一点别扭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhi shi you yi dian bie niu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only a little unnatural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;傻瓜也许单纯地懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sha gua ye xu dan chun de dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools are perhaps innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;爱得没那么做作&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ai de mei na me zuo zuo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their love is not so pretentious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;爱上了我不保留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ai shang le wo bu bao liu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have fallen in love, I won't hold back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;傻瓜 我们都一样&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sha gua wo men dou yi yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools we are, all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;被爱情伤了又伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bei ai qing shang le you shang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt by love time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;相信这个他不一样&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xiang xin zhe ge ta bu yi yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing that this one will be different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;却又再一次受伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que you zai yi ci shou shang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet we get hurt once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;傻瓜 我们都一样&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sha gua wo men dou yi yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fools we are, all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;受了伤却不投降&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shou le shang que bu tou xiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt by love and yet never gave up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;相信付出会有代价&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xiang xin fu chu hui you dai jia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing there will be a reward for our giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;代价只是一句傻瓜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dai jia zhi shi yi ju sha gua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all it is, to be called a Fool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-8732732592487769570?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/8732732592487769570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=8732732592487769570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8732732592487769570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8732732592487769570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/05/liang-seng-and-sha-gua.html' title='Liang Seng and Sha Gua'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-4884451733259597333</id><published>2009-05-07T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:49:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpVU441KDyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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Now how come &lt;/span&gt;our Malaysian government never tried something like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it. It's a powerful video about family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v66VMFBPq8E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v66VMFBPq8E&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2290453147729688637?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2290453147729688637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2290453147729688637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2290453147729688637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2290453147729688637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/05/liang-seng-and-funeral.html' title='Liang Seng and the Funeral'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-9182761570377231191</id><published>2009-05-05T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:53:13.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone forwarded to me in email. Though in Malay, it is damn touching la. Read it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini awak nampak serabuta&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang kutuk&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ada juga yang puji&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, u can always count on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini awak senyum kat saya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, saya buat tak nampak&lt;br /&gt;Padahal nak elak dari pengsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini awak datang kelas saya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, saya buat bodoh jer&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, bumi ini rasa macam dah tak cukup gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini awak nampak comel&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang puji&lt;br /&gt;Tapi saya puji dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, nak puji sekuat hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya senyum kat awak&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, awak jalan depan saya&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, senyum pun tak guna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini awak tegur saya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi saya buat-buat pekak&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, tahan elak dari tak berhenti borak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya tegur awak&lt;br /&gt;Tapi saya tegur awak dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;Jadi awak tak pernah dengar all the good lucks and take care hari-hari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kita duduk semeja&lt;br /&gt;Tapi rasa macam jauh gila&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, tak sampai sedepa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini awak beratur belakang saya&lt;br /&gt;Tapi saya tak tau nak cakap apa&lt;br /&gt;Jadi saya blah macam tu aje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini berubah situasi&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, saya still kat sini&lt;br /&gt;Padahal dah kosong tak berisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya nampak awak kat McD&lt;br /&gt;Tapi awak tak macam dulu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, saya terdiam sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya dah janji nak pergi&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, tak tau kenapa tak boleh pergi&lt;br /&gt;Padahal, ada yang lagi best menanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya menyesal ada ego yang tinggi&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dah takde harapan kat sini&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, nak tak nak terpaksa sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini hari terakhir nampak awak&lt;br /&gt;Tapi awak tak toleh ke sini&lt;br /&gt;Awak focus kat tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini saya tengok gambar kita senyum&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, gambar tinggal gamba&lt;br /&gt;Nak buang sayang, nak simpan sedih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Esok antara kita ada balai berlepas&lt;br /&gt;Esok takde esok untuk saya&lt;br /&gt;Esok juga takde esok untuk awak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Semoga suatu hari nanti&lt;br /&gt;Saya menginsafi diri&lt;br /&gt;Tak nak ego tinggi lagi&lt;br /&gt;Buat sakit hati awak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awak,&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum pergi&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini kat sini&lt;br /&gt;Saya janji, semua ini untuk awak&lt;br /&gt;Sebab mengenali awak adalah anugerah terindah yang pernah saya miliki&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih, Awak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-9182761570377231191?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/9182761570377231191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=9182761570377231191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/9182761570377231191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/9182761570377231191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/05/liang-seng-and-you.html' title='Liang Seng and You'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-5451800698248652490</id><published>2009-05-04T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:38:31.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had always said that life is about making choices. Whether it's to wake up or continue to sleep, or to drive or take the bus to town. Life is all about choices. Certain choices we have to make are not as easy as taking the bus. Certain choices we make demands sacrifice. Certain choices we make require us to forgo one thing for another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish it was as easy as flipping a coin. Head or Tail, we'll let God decide. But as much faith I had in God, I believe sometimes our fate is in our own hands. So yeah, how I wish things was as easy as flipping a coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom walked past me the other day, and I noticed that she had lots of white hair, more since the last 3 months I saw her. The reality is, Mom and Dad is getting old and I can't change that. I can't change the fact that the clock will always tick by while we're doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do I choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I go and work in the metropolitan city of KL where there's abundance of opportunities and ladders to success? Or do I stay here in Penang and watch Penang grow and accompany my parents? While certain people can't be bothered and take notice, I care and I take into account all factors. And the fact is that my parents are getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/Sf63TfONL6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/pxJCw4KLO_8/s1600-h/IMG_1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/Sf63TfONL6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/pxJCw4KLO_8/s400/IMG_1605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331900554279727010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flowers, like people have its beautiful days. Image credited to Teh Liang Seng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a tough choice, and I don't think I can make up my mind. See, sometimes you wish it was as easy as flipping a coin. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-5451800698248652490?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5451800698248652490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=5451800698248652490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5451800698248652490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5451800698248652490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/05/liang-seng-and-choice.html' title='Liang Seng and the Choice'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/Sf63TfONL6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/pxJCw4KLO_8/s72-c/IMG_1605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-6277951432425033857</id><published>2009-03-20T11:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:51:05.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Graduation Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/ScMP8p_bV9I/AAAAAAAAAWg/jSumP7ICB6Q/s1600-h/Frame_P3147976_cr1+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/ScMP8p_bV9I/AAAAAAAAAWg/jSumP7ICB6Q/s400/Frame_P3147976_cr1+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315109519965771730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;March 14 came the graduation night for my course. It was a night to remember, particularly because 110 of my coursemates and friends turn up for the dinner. And also particularly the fact that the dinner signals the end to the 4 years of my time in UPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare once said that "Parting is such sweet sorrow". Throughout these 4 years, I really enjoyed my time here. I really had so much fun. Even though the journey hasn't always been that smooth sailing, I'm glad I took this road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the clock back 4 years, and I'm not even supposed to be here in UPM taking accountancy. I was a Biology student, aspiring to become a doctor or pharmacist. Saving lives was my dream last time. Yet by a twist of fate, I got into accountancy. Everyone was shocked, not me of course (it was one of my requested courses) but somehow I guess that the roads diverged and I took the one less taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always loved this song. Practically sings out the first meet up between two strangers. "At The Beginning by Richard Marx and Donna Lewis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-153545c955028f7b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D153545c955028f7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F6B065B4E1B489F416EA7E878112C7ADB69E124.AD8B59EFACC4D08EC172016D9D2E5F7AD679B35%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D153545c955028f7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcWBuP_m2ynJSaGhxRWOCk1QdfJ0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D153545c955028f7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F6B065B4E1B489F416EA7E878112C7ADB69E124.AD8B59EFACC4D08EC172016D9D2E5F7AD679B35%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D153545c955028f7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcWBuP_m2ynJSaGhxRWOCk1QdfJ0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-6277951432425033857?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=153545c955028f7b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/6277951432425033857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=6277951432425033857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6277951432425033857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6277951432425033857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/03/liang-seng-and-graduation-night.html' title='Liang Seng and the Graduation Night'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/ScMP8p_bV9I/AAAAAAAAAWg/jSumP7ICB6Q/s72-c/Frame_P3147976_cr1+%28Large%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1522509013424518162</id><published>2009-03-04T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:15:48.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anas Zubedy'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Anas Zubedy’s Open Letter to Malaysian Politicians</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anas Zubedy’s Open Letter to Malaysian Politicians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Dear Malaysian Politicians,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stop the power chase, call for a truce and focus on the economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I do not claim to speak on behalf of all Malaysians, but I have strong convictions that many share my sentiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Our concern today is not who rules the country or heads the state governments but the looming bad economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Whether Barisan Nasional or Pakatan Rakyat leads, it is meaningless if Malaysians have no job to go to, no money to pay rent and no means to put food on the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am a business owner, like other business owners and managers of corporations I have a responsibility to ensure people under my care and payroll continue to have jobs and a decent income to take home. We work hard and willing to go the extra mile to make sure our nation not only survive this crisis but come out stronger and wiser. We need your help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Let me explain. I am in the business of Training, Development and Consultancy and have 20 people in my team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Saedah is 42. She keeps the office clean and helps organise the training rooms. She has four children and her husband is unemployed. She was first hired on a part time basis, because she is very hard working and has a great attitude, we offered her a full time job to help provide a stable income for her family. Even then, when her third child started school this year, it was a struggle for her to buy new school uniforms and other necessities. Saedah lives on a ‘kais bulan, makan bulan’ basis, so, if she is jobless, her tap runs dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Samsuri is 27 years old. He lives with his sister and her family in a low cost government flat in Sunway. He does our despatch, helps with various clerical works and occasionally acts as a driver. During the first week at zubedy, we learned that he not only did not have money to buy new clothes and shoes for work, he had no money for lunch. Like Saedah, if he has no job, his tap runs dry too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Alicia in Client Servicing turns 26 this year. She lives with her dad who is 71 years old and retired. Her mom passed away when she was little. Alicia is a hard-working team member, has a gentle caring outlook and fun to be with. (We like to poke fun at her as she blushes easily). Last May her dad went through a major operation, thank God he has recovered well. Alicia needs a job, both for herself and her dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sudesh, 38, is one of our facilitators. When his father passed away last year, he moved back and lives with his mother in Seremban. He shuttles between Kuala Lumpur and Seremban daily, leaving home sometimes as early as 4 in the morning and returning late at night. He is no stranger to hard work and sacrifice, he knows what he needs to do to survive and to care for his mother, but he too needs a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Like fellow Malaysians, every one of us in zubedy needs employment, those that live from hand to mouth like Saedah and Samsuri and others like Alicia and Sudesh with family to care for. We Malaysians need the Malaysian economy to be strong. We need you, our leaders, to work hard and to work together to make our economy viable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; So this is my plea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pakatan Rakyat, please stop your attempts to take over the federal government and persuade BN’s lawmakers to join you. Stop all legal proceedings, no more 916 and let go, just let go. The nation can wait till the next general elections if they want change. By doing so, Malaysians will see your party as caring, unselfish and gracious and give you their support in the next elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Barisan Nasional, please stop any attempts to take over PR states and win over PR’s lawmakers. You have proven your point with Perak. The nation can wait for the next general elections if they want your party. Focus all your talent, energy and hard work in steering the country out of an economic downturn. By doing so, Malaysians will see your party as caring, unselfish and smart and give you their support in the next elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; BN and PR! Call for a truce. Get together and compromise. Someone has to give in. Or has hate consumed your heart till it blinds you? You can do it. You have enough intelligent people between you. I am sure you can find solutions. Take the nation to heart. That is why you are in politics in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Focus on the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Focus on the economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Anas Zubedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Managing Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Zubedy (M) Sdn Bhd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; *from : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://quaintly.net/" onmousedown="'return" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://quaintly.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (and many other blogs by Malaysians everywhere :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; --------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WHO is this guy?&lt;br /&gt;See here: &lt;a href="http://letusaddvalue.blogspot.com/" onmousedown="'return" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://letusaddvalue.blogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here: &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2008/9/28/lifefocus/2121497&amp;amp;sec=lifefocus" onmousedown="'return" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://thestar.com.my/life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;style/story.asp?file=/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;/9/28/lifefocus/2121497&amp;amp;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;c=lifefocus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Quotes by Anas Zubedy, from The Star Newspaper interview:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “So, I learned from a very young age, while I was marginalised - just a little bit - that there are no bad races, but only bad people,” he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Don’t identify me with a place or nationality. I would rather be known as a typical Malaysian guy who likes laksa and teh tarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• That’s not the only thing he likes. He embraces cultural differences with gusto and says that it is the mindset of the individual that determines whether these differences are perceived as irritating or pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• He adds that wherever he travels, he seeks to experience different cultures. He is perfectly happy to sit down and watch a procession of a certain faith amble pass for the entire day, if that is how long it takes.&lt;br /&gt;“Take a trip to Sabah and Sarawak the next time you go on holiday,” he urges. “We Peninsular Malaysians forget about them all the time, and that’s wrong. That’s the reason why we (he and the company) are so much into Hari Malaysia. We need territorial integration - something we don’t have enough of - and they (people in Sabah and Sarawak) are the nicest people in the world,” he enthuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “I think we should open our minds to all the other races and learn from each other. It will be good if we can move from rumah terbuka to hati terbuka dan minda terbuka (an open heart and mind).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• “Based on my experience, at the end of the day it’s all about socialisation. The reason why this (the yearn to promote unity) happened to me was that I grew up in an area where I could meet many races,” explains Anas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, he muses, it was the awareness instilled in him at a tender age that enabled him to visualise things from a wider perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Though my family was poor in terms of wealth, we were rich in terms of love. And in terms of exposure and learning about other cultures, I was a millionaire,” he says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1522509013424518162?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1522509013424518162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1522509013424518162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1522509013424518162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1522509013424518162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/03/liang-seng-and-anas-zubedys-open-letter.html' title='Liang Seng and Anas Zubedy’s Open Letter to Malaysian Politicians'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2267869065869156541</id><published>2009-02-07T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:00:01.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loved to Be Loved byYou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marc Terenzi'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are times when I wish I could sing songs to her to tell her how I feel. There are times when I wish I can just easily let her know I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marc Terenzi - Love to Be Loved by You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; can't believe I'm standing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Been waiting for so many years and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today I found the Queen to reign my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You changed my live so patiently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And turned it into something good and real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel just like I felt in all my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are questions hard to answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, tell me how can I tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I love you more than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show me how can I show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I'm blinded by your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you touch me I can touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To find out the dream is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love to be loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're looking kind of scared right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're waiting for the wedding vows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I don't know if my tongue's able to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your beauty is just blinding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like sunbeams on a summer stream and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gotta close my eyes to protect me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you take my hand and lead me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From here please yeah...yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, tell me how can I tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I love you more than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show me how can I show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I'm blinded by your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you touch me I can touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To find out the dream is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love to be loved, I need to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love to be loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know they gonna say our love's not strong enough to last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know they gonna say that we'll give up because of heavy weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But how can they understand that our love is just heaven sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We keep on going on and on cause this is where we both belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, tell me how can I tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I love you more than life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show me how can I show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I'm blinded by your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you touch me I can touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To find out the dream is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love to be loved, I need yes I need to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love to be loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I love to be loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2267869065869156541?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3026780387326511295</id><published>2009-01-20T08:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:50:02.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SXUfglKf8TI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9zmyyYSVXKg/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 417px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SXUfglKf8TI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9zmyyYSVXKg/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293171581636309298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is here again. The time for the festive cheer, and more importantly the time for more money in the red packets. There will be plenty of food to eat, especially at the reunion dinner. Yeah, the reunion dinner. There surely will be lots of food alright, but please don't indulge too much. Haha. Yeah, the dreaded weight gain in contrast to the lovely and delicious bak kua. Or the popping up of pimples due to the oily foods, versus the tempting cookies and sweet stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then again, the celebration only comes once a year. So what if we eat 30,000 calories per day? We'll just work it off when the new year ends right? Chinese New year is all about the reunion and togetherness. The family values and the loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy this valuable festive season with your families. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year my friends, and cheers! Drink responsibly! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SXUfg_wotdI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ERfqr6I4e5w/s1600-h/chinese-new-year.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 389px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SXUfg_wotdI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ERfqr6I4e5w/s400/chinese-new-year.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293171588775589330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-3026780387326511295?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3026780387326511295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3026780387326511295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3026780387326511295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3026780387326511295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/01/liang-seng-and-chinese-new-year.html' title='Liang Seng and Chinese New Year'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SXUfglKf8TI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9zmyyYSVXKg/s72-c/IMG_0169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-545622090329732899</id><published>2009-01-12T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:18:36.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Divine Intervention</title><content type='html'>People say the human mind is a wonder, and that we're only using 10% of our brain's capabilities. What I'm wishing for is not to understand the human mind, but I wish to be able to see what others' are thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm into someone, but I just ain't sure if she feels the same vibe as I am. Perhaps I should be making a move forward right now, to seal the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god I so need your divine intervention. Mesmerize me in my dreams perhaps? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-545622090329732899?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/545622090329732899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=545622090329732899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/545622090329732899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/545622090329732899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/01/liang-seng-and-divine-intervention.html' title='Liang Seng and Divine Intervention'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3578831375493279045</id><published>2009-01-09T10:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:05:56.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SWa-u8phkgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Vk87HRTQoCg/s1600-h/shattered+glass2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SWa-u8phkgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Vk87HRTQoCg/s400/shattered+glass2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289124526156780034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate backstabbers. Yes, I hate backstabbers and I really hate backstabbers. Backstabbers is on top of my hate list. But I guess what is most disappointing is the fact that it had to come from someone i regard as one of my closer friends. I guess when that shit happens, you start to put things back into perspective. You start to evaluate if certain people are worth your time, or maybe people just dont regard you the way you regard them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd agree that we all gossip. We all tell people about things that happen in our lives. We all are guilty of telling tales of others, gossiping about what people had told us to others. I can safely say I am guilty of that too. But certain things that we talk about, are never meant to be shared. Certain things that I consider private enough to share with. That, when shared with others, is what i consider backstabbing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess when this happens, you just suck it all in and let it go. But then again, considering the fact that this comes from persons that you trust so much, I guess it really put things into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my wildest imaginations that this thing could happen twice in life. Well, shit happens. So does life. I guess the best thing that I can do is that I can write all of this in sand, and let the wind carry it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I guess friends just come and go. You win some, you lose some. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to think, that if I handle well enough, then I can keep all the friends that I know for very long time. Most of the people I know, I had been knowing them since primary school. So it is that long. But, just like what Gayetri D told me, we cant keep all our friends. Not when they're not trying as hard as we do. When that happens, we keep the good ones. The rest, is God willing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the main issue here is not whether people backstab me or not. I think the main issue here is the fact that my trust had been misused. Trust is a thing that takes a lifetime to gain, but seconds and minutes of stupidity to lose. Well, I guess we're all just pawns in each others' game of chess. And when everything's done and dusted, it's checkmate. &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/7711924-3578831375493279045?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3578831375493279045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3578831375493279045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3578831375493279045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3578831375493279045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/01/liang-seng-and-disappointment.html' title='Liang Seng and the Disappointment'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SWa-u8phkgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Vk87HRTQoCg/s72-c/shattered+glass2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-6799523741785770786</id><published>2009-01-02T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:49:00.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Blindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People say, sometimes when you look too hard for something, you might miss it even when it is in front of you.  Is it really true? Hurm. Heaven knows. Do show me some light. I'm in a mess right now over choices and over whom you really love. It would help if there's signs from above. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-6799523741785770786?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/6799523741785770786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=6799523741785770786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6799523741785770786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6799523741785770786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2009/01/liang-seng-and-blindness.html' title='Liang Seng and the Blindness'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7800245130120258737</id><published>2008-12-28T02:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:34:39.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tambun Floating Seafood Paradise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HSBM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burberry London Special Edition'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and 27 November 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe that today was a good day for me. First, I got myself a new perfume. Yes, I am a perfume addict. I have more perfumes than I own books. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought Burberry London &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Special Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Yeah, the special edition is worth mentioning as the departmental store I bought the perfume from has only 6 bottles of it. And their stock only comes once a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, I do not like to go for brands of perfumes that people always use. Calvin Klein, DKNY to name a few. Sorry guys, not that I do not like your scent, I do. It's just that I don't want everyone else to smell like me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The box has a nice design to it, with the check boxes as a signature of Burberry. And the scent, well I'd say is ingenious. Woody Spicy Citrus Blend. Bergamot and black pepper are contrasted with cinnamon leaves and crisp apple. Timeless notes of lavender and rosemary. Modern vibrant masculine floral notes of violet and freesia. Combination of patchouli, chic oak, ambrofix and musk add sensuality. Now who would have thought of that combination. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SVZw7bDC-1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/x-OxQWJXNKo/s1600-h/nd.4693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SVZw7bDC-1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/x-OxQWJXNKo/s400/nd.4693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284535378940984146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And later in the night, I had this 'reunion dinner' with a bunch of my ex-schoolmates from High School Bukit Mertajam, or Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Tinggi Bukit Mertajam in Malay. An estimated of 10-20 people is to turn up, but guess what, 31 came. So damn proud and overwhelmed by the support. Guess many are willing to keep in touch after all. :) The food at the restaurant, "Tambun Floating Seafood Paradise" was only so-so and nothing much impressive. But the 'floating' part, wow. It makes you dizzy and gives you headaches. So if you can't stand it, well you will not enjoy the ambience there. But of course, it does give a fresh outlook on your dinner choices for the weekends, and for those who haven't tried well go give it a go. Worth the experience. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SVZw7iBukUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OFN6L6p1ooc/s1600-h/IMG_8204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SVZw7iBukUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/OFN6L6p1ooc/s400/IMG_8204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284535380814500162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for the reunion thing, really glad that the 34 came. I mean, I wished that there was more but some still have to work, and some are stuck elsewhere (Wales, Canada, Kuala Lumpur, etc. ) But yeah, it was a good turnout nonetheless. But the only thing that we needed to get rid of the next time we have these gathering is the chairs. :) Weird but true. Chairs restrict ur movements and communication to those whom you sit with. You get rid of the chairs, and everyone get to mingle around! Sorry to those whom I didn't manage to talk to. Will try harder next time k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta crash. :) Nite Nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7800245130120258737?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7800245130120258737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7800245130120258737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7800245130120258737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7800245130120258737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/12/liang-seng-and-27-november-2008.html' title='Liang Seng and 27 November 2008'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SVZw7bDC-1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/x-OxQWJXNKo/s72-c/nd.4693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-8615814642528558196</id><published>2008-12-16T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:57:11.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Greed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi once said, "There's enough in this world for everyone's need, but not enough for everyone's greed". Do we really believe that this quote still holds today? Deep down, I sincerely believe that at this time of the year, there's enough for everyone's greed, but not enough for everyone's need. Weird, but in life's context this is true to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If indeed that there is enough for everyone's need then why in the world does poverty still exist? Why does hunger exist? There is simple not enough in this world for everyone's needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Greed. The big word that defines us humans. Do we all really are greedy and want more than we really deserve? Or are we just never satisfied with what we have? We're guilty of overspending, and overusing the Earth's resources. We're all guilty of wasting something. Wasting food, wasting money, wasting everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Greed. The big word that holds humans for ransom. We are held ransom everyday due to our own greed. We want more than we should have and need, and we use more that we should use and give. When we do not get all that, we complain and complain that we do not have enough. But in reality, is it really not enough for us? Or is it not enough for our greed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This festive season is more than taking and having. It's about giving and sharing. While you're thinking of what to get the man who has everything, leave some air and space for the person who have nothing. Here's wishing you guys an early Merry Christmas. Enjoy yourselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-8615814642528558196?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/8615814642528558196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=8615814642528558196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8615814642528558196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8615814642528558196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/12/liang-seng-and-greed.html' title='Liang Seng and the Greed'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7422658035156040102</id><published>2008-12-12T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:52:03.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of This Club'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Out of This Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those who haven't heard of this song "Out of This Club" by The Pussycat Dolls and R. Kelly, go have a listen to it. I feel it's a beautiful song, perfect to be sung by partners all around the world. The melody is just so catchy, and the lyrics is ever so enchanting. It makes you think back of those times where you were falling in love for the first time, and love is everything around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of This Club by Pussycat Dolls featuring R. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby won't you take me out of this club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby let me take you out of this club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I make your dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby won't you take me out of this club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I smiled enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I flirted enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I posed enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Got freaky enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Took pictures enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Conversated enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I sipped enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I got enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I see a cute boy chilling in some jeans and Tims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think I like him and I just might leave this club with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And his swagger tight, I'm feeling the tattoos on him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Make me wanna, wanna, wanna got with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; VIP like "Hey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dissing with my girls like "Hey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then I call him off to meet me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I couldnt resist, so sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DJ get on the mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And make them... from the front to the rear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yall ain't gotta go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you gotta get the hell up outta here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I drank enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I danced enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I partied enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I sweated enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I stuttered enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I flossed enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I snapped enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Two step enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I want this awesome woman up in this club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I like her and I wanna leave this club with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ever since the mama broke it down to the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I say she ready she ready she ready to go, to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then I got behind her like "hey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She pushed it on me like "hey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And she ain't scared to get dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Even though she's so pretty purdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DJ get on the mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And give us head from the front to the rear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yall ain't gotta go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you gotta get the hell up outta here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby won't you take me out of this club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby let me take you out of this club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I make your dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby won't you take me out of this club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Baby let me take you out of this club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I make your dreams come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7422658035156040102?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7422658035156040102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7422658035156040102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7422658035156040102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7422658035156040102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/12/liang-seng-and-out-of-this-club.html' title='Liang Seng and Out of This Club'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-5701232394272451920</id><published>2008-12-04T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:50:16.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just received news that one of the people I know just passed away. Never had the chance to know him very well, but he's a very good guy. Always smiles. Funny how someone so young can have his life taken. Imagine bout all those things that he had never done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess God has better plans for him. Perhaps by doing that had done him good by cutting him short of enduring in this cold cruel world. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences goes to his family and friends. May your soul rest in peace Khai Seong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-5701232394272451920?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5701232394272451920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=5701232394272451920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5701232394272451920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5701232394272451920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/12/liang-seng-and-death.html' title='Liang Seng and the Death'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-830310026975545337</id><published>2008-11-30T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:25:41.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Real Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I'm trying too hard to look, maybe I'm blinded by everything else around me. But lately through all the haze and clouds enclosing me, something came across my mind. Could it all be right in front of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/STJNtWp0ouI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZzKJL45tf_U/s1600-h/dilemma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/STJNtWp0ouI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZzKJL45tf_U/s400/dilemma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274363555174720226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People often ask me, do I have a girlfriend, am I attached? Well, the truth is not that I don't wanna be attached. I just have no idea to whom my true feelings lie. It's like a dilemma you know. You keep having these feelings towards certain people, and yet you have no idea if she's feeling the same towards you too. And the funny thing is, you feel this for a few at once, not just one. And I don't wanna go into a relationship just to break it off few months or a year later. I do not think that's fair to the other person. Basically I do not like to play with people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me stupid, call me a coward. But in truth, while waiting for the right one to come, I let a few good ones go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm just trying too hard to look, that I cannot see the actual one whom is just in front of me. Well, till now all I can do is to hope that I get a sign from somewhere, that I know who is the actual one for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love a person is hard, but to love a person for your lifetime is even harder. I think I will choose the harder one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-830310026975545337?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/830310026975545337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=830310026975545337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/830310026975545337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/830310026975545337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/11/liang-seng-and-real-feelings.html' title='Liang Seng and the Real Feelings'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/STJNtWp0ouI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZzKJL45tf_U/s72-c/dilemma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-5744686288284903647</id><published>2008-11-23T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:59:11.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the man who can&apos;t be moved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Script'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Man who Can't Be Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Liking this song alot. "The Man who Can't Be Moved" by The Scripts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Going back to the corner where I first saw you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Some try to hand me money they don't understand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; How can I move on when I'm still in love with you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; So I'm not moving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm not moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Policeman says son you can't stay here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; So I'm not moving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm not moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm not moving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm not moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; People talk about the guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Who's waiting on a girl... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Oohoohwoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; There are no holes in his shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; But a big hole in his world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; And you'll come running to the corner... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cos you'll know it's just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm the man who can't be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm the man who can't be moved... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; [Repeat in background]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; So I'm not moving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm not moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm not moving... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm not moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Going back to the corner where I first saw you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's bout a man waiting for the girl that he's always been waiting for. Well, yeah, I am still waiting for that someone. Gonna camp in my sleeping bag and I'm not gonna move, coz i'm the man who can't be moved! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-5744686288284903647?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5744686288284903647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=5744686288284903647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5744686288284903647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5744686288284903647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/11/liang-seng-and-man-who-cant-be-moved.html' title='Liang Seng and the Man who Can&apos;t Be Moved'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-873438818293866441</id><published>2008-10-24T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:29:12.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martin Luther King'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted a change in the thinking of Malaysians. I wanted a change in the mindset of Malaysians. I wished for a change in Malaysia. I wanted to change the world, I wanted to change the nation and I wanted to change the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a change in everything, and I can only achieve that through education. While speaking with one of my closest friend, he made me realize one thing. My circle of friends, are all leaders and are popular with their course mates and in their field of studies. It couldn't be the town where we came from. After all it's just a small town. It couldn't be parents' upbringing, as we all have different parents. Then it struck me. It must be the education we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout high school, we were exposed to various activities. Scouts, the Red Crescent Society, Leo Club, Interact Club and many more. Without a doubt that the education we had helped shape us into who we are today. Our mind and thinking weren't poisoned. We were shaped into making the world a better place. We wanted change. We wanted a better place. We wanted the best for our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taught respect for the nation. We were taught that national flags shouldn't touch the ground, as it is an insult to the nation (many people do not know this). We were taught that we are what our community gave us, and we must give back. This is when I realized, thank God for the education I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end with a snippet from Martin Luther King's "I Have A Dream". This is one of my most favourite speech of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a &lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt; today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a dream that one day,     &lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal;"&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wn in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of    "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a &lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt; today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and     the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."&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/7711924-873438818293866441?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/873438818293866441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=873438818293866441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/873438818293866441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/873438818293866441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/10/liang-seng-and-education.html' title='Liang Seng and the Education'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-5209755938479768256</id><published>2008-09-30T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:29:06.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liangseng/2901674706/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2901674706_9bb17712cc.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liangseng/2901674706/"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/liangseng/"&gt;liangseng85&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Selamat Hari Raya to all my Muslim friends. To my Non-Muslim friends, have a nice holiday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-5209755938479768256?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5209755938479768256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=5209755938479768256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5209755938479768256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5209755938479768256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3089/2901674706_9bb17712cc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2325758491698982007</id><published>2008-09-19T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:33:04.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Fallen Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I am being overworked. I am working to my maximum capacity every single day, and I'm not even starting to work. Somehow, lately my life has been put into various perspectives by myself. And things do not look nice from my point of view. I am considering various options to my life, whether I should carry on the path I was walking on, or switch to a new route. Or perhaps that stopping where I am now is the best thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is no longer fun when you finally are able to figure out what life is. You finally realize that life does not worth much to yourself, rather than to keep people around you satisfied and happy. You realize that while you work your ass off to keep people happy, sometimes people might not care what you yourself actually feels. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being me, is like being a clown. A clown always have to smile even when he is sad. The smile is already drawn on his face, nothing much he can do. I smile alot, but deep down, there are many things that are troubling me. I have my own issues, and sometimes I am struggling to deal with them. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you decide that life is no longer fun, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SNObuQPhhKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2NGbnjrkigg/s1600-h/Image005-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SNObuQPhhKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2NGbnjrkigg/s400/Image005-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247709209753126050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;In loving memory of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2325758491698982007?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2325758491698982007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2325758491698982007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2325758491698982007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2325758491698982007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/09/liang-seng-and-fallen-angel.html' title='Liang Seng and the Fallen Angel'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SNObuQPhhKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2NGbnjrkigg/s72-c/Image005-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3015169618558814755</id><published>2008-09-16T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:04:53.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Expectations of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took the time today to reiterate and reinstate my life. I looked back on what I had previously encountered, and what I had previously endoured. It was then I realized, that I had too high expectations on the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected them to be perfect, I expected them to do whatever things that I expect them to do. I expected them to be me. Little do I know, that this is somewhat impossible. You only see things that you want to see, not knowing that sometimes there are chances that they might never be the things that they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my expectations are too high. Perhaps I wanted a perfect world. Perhaps I am a perfectionist. And then maybe, just maybe, perhaps I should be better off somewhere else instead of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-3015169618558814755?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3015169618558814755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3015169618558814755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3015169618558814755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3015169618558814755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/09/liang-seng-and-expectations-of-life.html' title='Liang Seng and Expectations of Life'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-5180242273113532020</id><published>2008-09-09T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:47:31.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Pure Idiocy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Datuk Ahmad Ismail made bold statements again. This time declaring that Gerakan should quit Barisan Nasional for causing turmoils in Barisan. Right. Gerakan leaves, so will MCA sooner or later. MCA leaves, so will MIC. Then what? Barisan UMNO? Merging with PAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams come true. No doubt Pakatan Rakyat will win whatever elections they contest in. Stupid people with too much brain matter talking without much sense. Yes, my dear Prime Minister. Take bold and CORRECT actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall wait and see. Meeting between 'Datuk' Ahmad Ismail and Pak Lah is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-5180242273113532020?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5180242273113532020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=5180242273113532020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5180242273113532020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5180242273113532020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/09/liang-seng-and-pure-idiocy.html' title='Liang Seng and Pure Idiocy'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3138809628738181991</id><published>2008-09-09T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:43:13.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Apologetic Malaysian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" id="ln0"&gt;First of all, Mahathir ask why should Malays be the first to apologize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" id="ln2"&gt;Fact One : The negaraku-ku case. The guy is an idiot. Look at his hair and face. He's a nobody in Malaysia or Taiwan. It's only a song. And yes, he used the azan creatively in his songs. So he should apologize. But not to the Malays. To ALL MUSLIMS, including Chinese and Indians who are muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" id="ln4"&gt;Fact Two : The Hindraf Case. What is the definition of Hindraf again? Hindu Rights Action Force. Does not imply Hindus as Indians. These people are idiots also. They should apologize. Not to Malays, but to all MALAYSIANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" id="ln6"&gt;Fact Three : The guy who made the sentiment sound racial is a former senator with a Datuk title. He of all people should know best what is racist remarks and what is not. He belongs to a political party which happens to be integral to Barisan Nasional. So if he made the statement. He should apologize. Not to the Chinese, but to his fellow UMNO members as well for putting them in such position. Oh, and the guy is another idiot. Idiot for speaking without brains. Idiot for bringing up issues which will show he does not have a brain. See, "Datuk" does not really show you're great. It might just show you're an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" id="ln8"&gt;Fact Four : Mahathir wrote and launched a book called "The Chinese Malaysian Contribution" to 'applaud' the contribution of the Chinese towards Malaysia. Now he's questioning why the UMNO politician should apologize to the Chinese for making such remarks. This is what we call P-O-L-I-T-I-C-S. He's now trying to fish UMNO members' trusts to work against Abdullah Badawi. People are most vulnerable when there is a controversy against them. It's just his tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" id="ln10"&gt;Fact Five : He's suffering from the Mahathir syndrome. Had power, lost power and wants power back. He should be grateful that Pak Lah did not take any action for all the comments he made. If this was in his own era, I am sure he will be in jail under ISA. And I'm suspecting he's nyanyuk already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" id="ln12"&gt;Fact Six : Let idiots be idiots. I think we all understand more who contributes what to Malaysia. Unity is hard to achieve, but easy to be broken. Do not destroy what we had achieved in 50 years within 5 minutes of stupidity after reading Che D*t's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-3138809628738181991?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3138809628738181991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3138809628738181991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3138809628738181991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3138809628738181991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/09/liang-seng-and-apologetic-malaysian.html' title='Liang Seng and the Apologetic Malaysian'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1091678232292621020</id><published>2008-09-04T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:20:52.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the True Meaning of Unity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malaysia is a different country compared to others. Malaysia is a country where its multi-racial community lives in harmony. Contrary to other countries which has multi-ethnic citizens, we seldom heard of oppression and racist chants or sentiments here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this so called social contract that protects the benefits of the Malay community here in Malaysia. I have no qualms about that. If they need protection because they are lacking behind compared to other races, go ahead. If they need protection because they are poorer than other races, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I expect in return from this social contract is this. Please respect other races and be more understanding and careful in your choice of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a certain former senator Datuk Ahmad Ismail mentioned in his speech during the previous Permatang Pauh by elections, and I quote "Cina cuma menumpang di Malaysia", and further suggested that the Chinese do not deserve equal rights as we are all immigrants. Look, we're not asking for equal rights. No ever did. Ask MCA. Ask DAP. Ask PKR. Did anyone ever ask for equal rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a former senator with the title "Datuk" can be so irresponsible with his words, in my point of view, please kick him out of whichever political party he belongs to. And strip him off the Datuk title. It does not do justice to other holders who had fought hard for Malaysia (remember Datuk Nicol David and Datuk Lee Chong Wei?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Bukit Mertajam Umno division chief Datuk Musa Sheikh Fadzir said several state Umno leaders had attempted to contact Ahmad to find out what actually transpired.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“We want to know the truth as we believe his remark was taken out of context. It is best that we hear his side of the story,” said Musa.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Out of context my ass. If all UMNO politicians are irresponsible in their words, then I believe that Barisan Nasional may actually be reaching a point of no return, as emphasized by Gerakan President Tan Sri Dr. Koh Tsu Koon. (Read on for more details &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/9/4/nation/22236980&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/9/4/nation/22236980&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for our Deputy Prime Minister apologizing on "Datuk" Ahmad Ismail's behalf, I personally believe it is out of responsibility and an apology is not enough. Based on what happened to the Negaraku-ku case, I think Malaysians would demand the same treatment towards the beloved "Datuk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the make or break case for our Prime Minister. Take the incorrect actions, and believe me, Sept 16 might just be the date Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim takes over the Federal Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SL-r7Q-ooPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kTsGKHafwvo/s1600-h/PB070007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SL-r7Q-ooPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kTsGKHafwvo/s400/PB070007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242097525940855026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is sad that sometimes unity just has cover value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;What we see is not necessarily what people believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1091678232292621020?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1091678232292621020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1091678232292621020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1091678232292621020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1091678232292621020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/09/liang-seng-and-true-meaning-of-unity.html' title='Liang Seng and the True Meaning of Unity'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SL-r7Q-ooPI/AAAAAAAAAPI/kTsGKHafwvo/s72-c/PB070007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-347336258749407507</id><published>2008-08-26T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:30:33.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny face'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Pure Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I'm doing this out of pure boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered to teach an accounting software to the first year students in UPM to gain additional cash. (Yes, RM 25 per hour is very inviting if you're a student) I was supposed to teach for 3 hours per week until the end of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is, it's already the third week and the software's not here. We're running out of ideas of what to teach in the computer lab, so I decided to give a quiz today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, stuck here for 2 hours watching the students doing their research for a quiz which serves no purpose. Just for fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SLNqhouqwWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/AU0OlWPKBIU/s1600-h/G%C3%B6tcH%C3%84041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SLNqhouqwWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/AU0OlWPKBIU/s400/G%C3%B6tcH%C3%84041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238647917663404386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There, a funny face of me. Now back to watching the students doing their research on the internet for nothing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-347336258749407507?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/347336258749407507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=347336258749407507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/347336258749407507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/347336258749407507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/08/liang-seng-and-pure-boredom.html' title='Liang Seng and Pure Boredom'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SLNqhouqwWI/AAAAAAAAAPA/AU0OlWPKBIU/s72-c/G%C3%B6tcH%C3%84041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3466627543648744270</id><published>2008-08-17T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:53:41.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tunnel'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm nearing the end of a four year journey. With barely more than 8 months left to go, the journey is about to end. All the friendship and relationships created will soon be a forlorn memory. All those will soon be a foregone conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to say that at the end of these 4 years I have gained many many wonderful memories will be an understatement. Many had walked into my life, and left an imprint in my memories. Many too had walked out, and never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the time we're all going to be contemplating our decisions and our future. This will be the time we decide the path that will determine if we make or break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So contemplate and think. Because now, the end of the journey is coming. The last station to board is near. The time is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SKeuacjKyII/AAAAAAAAAO4/eD8j0tdKsD0/s1600-h/tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SKeuacjKyII/AAAAAAAAAO4/eD8j0tdKsD0/s400/tunnel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235344861205022850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-3466627543648744270?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3466627543648744270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3466627543648744270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3466627543648744270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3466627543648744270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/08/liang-seng-and-journey.html' title='Liang Seng and the Journey'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SKeuacjKyII/AAAAAAAAAO4/eD8j0tdKsD0/s72-c/tunnel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-4541360826779049513</id><published>2008-07-30T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:59:58.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENTJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INTJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jungian Typology'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and INTJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Research has found that the Big Five personality traits are significantly related to Jungian Typology (e.g. the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator). This is a popular alternative personality framework regularly used for personal development, in which Types are used rather than Traits. Based on your Big Five trait scores, your estimated Type is shown below (if you have already taken a Jungian Typology test and got a different result, this can be changed from the More Options section).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-bottom: 5px; font-size: x-large; font-weight: 800; color: rgb(121, 59, 151); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;INTJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=514180333#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=4c12c8ee7641146fd105238fde34e649&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext(ref(this)).showChoice('Extraversion vs. Introversion', 'People with a preference for Extraversion draw energy from action: they tend to act, then reflect, then act further. If they are inactive, their level of energy and motivation tends to decline. Conversely, those whose preference is Introversion become less energized as they act: they prefer to reflect, then act, then reflect again. People with Introversion preferences need time out to reflect in order to rebuild energy. The Introvert`s flow is directed inward toward concepts and ideas and the Extravert`s is directed outward towards people and objects. There are several contrasting characteristics between Extraverts and Introverts: Extraverts desire breadth and are action-oriented, while introverts seek depth and are thought-oriented. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true"&gt;Introverted&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=514180333#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=4c12c8ee7641146fd105238fde34e649&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext(ref(this)).showChoice('Intuition vs. Sensing', 'Sensing and iNtuition are the information-gathering (Perceiving) functions. They describe how new information is understood and interpreted. Individuals who prefer Sensing are more likely to trust information that is in the present, tangible and concrete: that is, information that can be understood by the five senses. They tend to distrust hunches that seem to come out of nowhere. They prefer to look for details and facts. For them, the meaning is in the data. On the other hand, those who prefer iNtuition tend to trust information that is more abstract or theoretical, that can be associated with other information (either remembered or discovered by seeking a wider context or pattern). They may be more interested in future possibilities. They tend to trust those flashes of insight that seem to bubble up from the unconscious mind. The meaning is in how the data relates to the pattern or theory. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true"&gt;iNtuitive&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=514180333#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=4c12c8ee7641146fd105238fde34e649&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext(ref(this)).showChoice('Thinking vs. Feeling', 'Thinking and Feeling are the decision-making (Judging) functions. The Thinking and Feeling functions are both used to make rational decisions, based on the data received from their information-gathering functions (Sensing or iNtuition). Those who prefer Feeling tend to come to decisions by associating or empathizing with the situation, looking at it `from the inside` and weighing the situation to achieve, on balance, the greatest harmony, consensus and fit, considering the needs of the people involved. Those who prefer Thinking tend to decide things from a more detached standpoint, measuring the decision by what seems reasonable, logical, causal, consistent and matching a given set of rules. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true"&gt;Thinking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php?who=514180333#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=4c12c8ee7641146fd105238fde34e649&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext(ref(this)).showChoice('Judging vs. Perceiving', 'Types with a preference for Judging show the world their preferred Judging function (Thinking vs. Feeling). So TJ types tend to appear to the world as logical, and FJ types as empathetic. Judging types prefer to have matters settled. Those types ending in P show the world their preferred Perceiving function (Sensing vs. iNtuition). So SP types tend to appear to the world as concrete and NP types as abstract. Perceiving types prefer to keep decisions open. (adapted from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true"&gt;Judging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;INTJs are very analytical individuals. They are more comfortable working alone than with other people, and are not usually as sociable as others, although they are prepared to take the lead if nobody else is up to the task, or they see a major weakness in the current leadership. They tend to be very pragmatic and logical individuals, often with an individualistic bent and a low tolerance for spin or rampant emotionalism. They are also commonly not susceptible to catchphrases and commonly do not recognize authority based on tradition, rank or title. Hallmark features of the INTJ personality type include independence of thought, strong individualism and creativity. Persons with this personality type work best given large amounts of autonomy and creative freedom. They harbour an innate desire to express themselves; that is to be creative by conceptualizing their own intellectual designs. Analyzing and formulating complex theories are among their greatest strengths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Typically sums up me. Haha. Don't really agree bout being introverted though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;**Updated**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Further into the personality quiz. My personality profile somehow changed to this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size: x-large; font-weight: 800; color: rgb(121, 59, 151); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ENTJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;       &lt;h3 style="text-align: center; margin-bottom: 5px; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=4c12c8ee7641146fd105238fde34e649&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext(ref(this)).showChoice('Extraversion vs. Introversion', 'People with a preference for Extraversion draw energy from action: they tend to act, then reflect, then act further. If they are inactive, their level of energy and motivation tends to decline. Conversely, those whose preference is Introversion become less energized as they act: they prefer to reflect, then act, then reflect again. People with Introversion preferences need time out to reflect in order to rebuild energy. The Introvert`s flow is directed inward toward concepts and ideas and the Extravert`s is directed outward towards people and objects. There are several contrasting characteristics between Extraverts and Introverts: Extraverts desire breadth and are action-oriented, while introverts seek depth and are thought-oriented. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true"&gt;Extraverted&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=4c12c8ee7641146fd105238fde34e649&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext(ref(this)).showChoice('Intuition vs. Sensing', 'Sensing and iNtuition are the information-gathering (Perceiving) functions. They describe how new information is understood and interpreted. Individuals who prefer Sensing are more likely to trust information that is in the present, tangible and concrete: that is, information that can be understood by the five senses. They tend to distrust hunches that seem to come out of nowhere. They prefer to look for details and facts. For them, the meaning is in the data. On the other hand, those who prefer iNtuition tend to trust information that is more abstract or theoretical, that can be associated with other information (either remembered or discovered by seeking a wider context or pattern). They may be more interested in future possibilities. They tend to trust those flashes of insight that seem to bubble up from the unconscious mind. The meaning is in how the data relates to the pattern or theory. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true"&gt;iNtuitive&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=4c12c8ee7641146fd105238fde34e649&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext(ref(this)).showChoice('Thinking vs. Feeling', 'Thinking and Feeling are the decision-making (Judging) functions. The Thinking and Feeling functions are both used to make rational decisions, based on the data received from their information-gathering functions (Sensing or iNtuition). Those who prefer Feeling tend to come to decisions by associating or empathizing with the situation, looking at it `from the inside` and weighing the situation to achieve, on balance, the greatest harmony, consensus and fit, considering the needs of the people involved. Those who prefer Thinking tend to decide things from a more detached standpoint, measuring the decision by what seems reasonable, logical, causal, consistent and matching a given set of rules. (Taken from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true"&gt;Thinking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/mypersonality/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=2490151219&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=4c12c8ee7641146fd105238fde34e649&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;' + Math.random();fbjs_sandbox.instances.a2490151219.bootstrap();return fbjs_dom.eventHandler.call([fbjs_dom.get_instance(this,2490151219),function(a2490151219_event) {new a2490151219_Dialog(a2490151219_Dialog.DIALOG_CONTEXTUAL).setContext(ref(this)).showChoice('Judging vs. Perceiving', 'Types with a preference for Judging show the world their preferred Judging function (Thinking vs. Feeling). So TJ types tend to appear to the world as logical, and FJ types as empathetic. Judging types prefer to have matters settled. Those types ending in P show the world their preferred Perceiving function (Sensing vs. iNtuition). So SP types tend to appear to the world as concrete and NP types as abstract. Perceiving types prefer to keep decisions open. (adapted from Wikipedia.org)'); return false;},2490151219],new fbjs_event(event));return true"&gt;Judging&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;ENTJs often excel in business. They are assertive, outspoken, confident, outgoing, energetic, charismatic, fair-minded, and unaffected by conflict or criticism. However, other traits may lessen the impact of their strengths. They may appear argumentative, confrontational, insensitive, intimidating, and controlling. They can overwhelm others with their energy, intelligence, and desire to order the world around them. ENTJs tend to cultivate their personal power, and often end up taking charge of a situation that seems (to their mind, at least) to be out of control. Also, ENTJs seek knowledge, striving to learn new things, which helps them become good problem-solvers. They may be viewed by others as aloof and cold-hearted, since ENTJs appear to take a tough approach to emotional or personal issues. In situations requiring feeling and value judgments, ENTJs are well served to seek the advice of a trusted Feeling type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a bit of both. But well. You decide. :)&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/7711924-4541360826779049513?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/4541360826779049513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=4541360826779049513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/4541360826779049513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/4541360826779049513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/07/liang-seng-and-intj.html' title='Liang Seng and INTJ'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-687780514240833742</id><published>2008-07-30T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:11:17.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game of Chess'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Game of Chess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SI_3McVYLCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9njnSLzmc6E/s1600-h/chess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SI_3McVYLCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9njnSLzmc6E/s400/chess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228669485536783394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Image obtained from doyihimir.typepad.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all pawns in each others' game of chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we like it or not, it is true.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all use each other to get to our own objectives and ambitions. We all use each other for our own purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But beneath this all, we all are but pawns.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you play your game of chess, be careful of your moves. Be careful of your steps. Be careful of your strategy. Once the opponent is able to read your game, you're a goner.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be careful when you treat your friends like a simple game of chess. Not many likes to know they're pawns. Not many acknowledge that life is a game of chess.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Treat all pawns in equality. Be a rubbish player, then be careful of your play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wrong move, the end of the game comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One wrong move?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SI_3MbyDW5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/mXfXrzrPP74/s1600-h/CheckmateD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SI_3MbyDW5I/AAAAAAAAAOo/mXfXrzrPP74/s400/CheckmateD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228669485388618642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Image is copyrighted to Rein Nomm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-687780514240833742?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/687780514240833742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=687780514240833742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/687780514240833742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/687780514240833742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/07/liang-seng-and-game-of-chess.html' title='Liang Seng and the Game of Chess'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SI_3McVYLCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9njnSLzmc6E/s72-c/chess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7610647468545405086</id><published>2008-07-17T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:25:21.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed off'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Pissing Me Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The title says it all. I'm freaking pissed off right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SH8dRu13ltI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZGTBMOaLLoI/s1600-h/pissed-off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 450px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SH8dRu13ltI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZGTBMOaLLoI/s400/pissed-off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223926283242018514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people just can't seem to keep their mouth shut. Damn shit and damn stupid. If you go and talk the wrong things to the wrong persons, shit happens. And when shit happens, shit really happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Darn. Felt like slapping those people to their senses right now. More than that. I would give anything just to find out who those people are and let them have a piece of my feelings right now. Stupid and damn bitchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You would think that six months of practical training would have taught them hell lot of stuffs. Stuffs like when to talk and when not to talk. But no, it seems that not many learn anything. It would also seem that not many changed after the training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it is one lesson that I get from today, it is "You can't change stupid people". Whoever are those people under Pn. Has*nah, keep your mouths shut next time. This is not the first time. And my patience are running thin. You guys are playing with a person who is well above your league. And if you wanna play with fire, be prepared to get burnt. Badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SH8dRVxjayI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/iWb7GOKb2QQ/s1600-h/353558056_3d8dfaaa08_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SH8dRVxjayI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/iWb7GOKb2QQ/s400/353558056_3d8dfaaa08_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223926276513032994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever heard of "Calm before the Storm"? This is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SH8dRaSJNZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MBDEJU3Vq9U/s1600-h/Calm+Before+The+Storm%5BTim+Smith%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 497px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SH8dRaSJNZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MBDEJU3Vq9U/s400/Calm+Before+The+Storm%5BTim+Smith%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223926277723469202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7610647468545405086?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7610647468545405086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7610647468545405086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7610647468545405086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7610647468545405086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/07/liang-seng-and-pissing-me-off.html' title='Liang Seng and Pissing Me Off'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SH8dRu13ltI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZGTBMOaLLoI/s72-c/pissed-off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2112377888759271951</id><published>2008-07-16T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:32:32.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teh Liang Seng'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the New Corporate Logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just drew out this logo for my corporate use next time. Took me 3 hours of Management Accounting Class to finally sort it out. Yes, I did this in class. And no, I wasn't actually paying attention to the lecture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHzQoKr-90I/AAAAAAAAAOI/dYovtbnYmV4/s1600-h/surname+logo+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 496px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHzQoKr-90I/AAAAAAAAAOI/dYovtbnYmV4/s400/surname+logo+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223279056325113666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Comment if you want. Give ideas or tips to enhance it. This basically spells out my initials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2112377888759271951?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2112377888759271951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2112377888759271951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2112377888759271951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2112377888759271951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/07/liang-seng-and-new-corporate-logo.html' title='Liang Seng and the New Corporate Logo'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHzQoKr-90I/AAAAAAAAAOI/dYovtbnYmV4/s72-c/surname+logo+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3381524529088920559</id><published>2008-07-13T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:10:08.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the Facebook and Friendster statuses left by my friends, I can safely say that many are worried for their future and are contemplating if their path is the right one for them or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHn-fUtkWeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7xsfi8mSDtA/s1600-h/250px-Shrug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 385px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHn-fUtkWeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7xsfi8mSDtA/s400/250px-Shrug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222485057002035682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Clueless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Believe me when I say, I do feel the same way too. I never really felt that accounting is the right path for me, as it is too restrictive in the sense of many guidelines and regulations to follow, as well as it prohibits myself from expanding. I do not feel that accounting allows me to fulfill my creative credentials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But yet, here I am continuing what I had been studying for the last 3 years. Never had it crossed my mind to change the course I'm taking or to just quit what I am doing. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I understand that in life, we will never always get what we want. We will never always get what we had hoped for, and we will never always get what we dreamed of. It is up to us to get what we want in life. We're the one living our own lives, so we're the ones to get what we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So to all my friends, keep your chins up and keep your faith. With faith comes hope. And with hope, everything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/7711924-3381524529088920559?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3381524529088920559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3381524529088920559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3381524529088920559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3381524529088920559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/07/liang-seng-and-growing-up.html' title='Liang Seng and Growing Up'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHn-fUtkWeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/7xsfi8mSDtA/s72-c/250px-Shrug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-67310149482897920</id><published>2008-07-13T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:05:38.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racism'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copied this from one of the comments I made at a friend's blog. Thought I owe it to everyone to share this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi. FYI, I understand politics more than one think i know. Politics bring about change, but there’s not much point to it if Malaysian politicians are acting like monkeys in the Parliament. They’re sexist, hooligan and plain rude. Shocking, but never could imagine how the people could have elected them. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;“obama from democrate party,US,black kan..mean malaysia r x da only country yg face da racisme probs is it” - If you define your representative as ‘black’ and you call that racism, then honestly, there’s something wrong with you. You need to have a better understanding of racism. Racism only happens when you classify people by their races. You have just been a racist by calling Barrack Obama ‘black”. Cermin-cerminlah diri.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like what Sabrie said, racism is most dangerous when its silent. Go about any forums in Malaysia, people are defending themselves. Malays talk good bout Malays and chide the other races. So does the other races. This is an epidemic and a time bomb waiting to explode. While the Malays go on and on bout their bumiputera and ‘original’ occupants, nothing has been done for the orang aslis. They’re still being left out of development. If it is right that the Malays are protected, so must the orang aslis. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is where we as Malaysians are guilty of. We’re so much after our own kind and type, we’re basically shadowed by our greed. Malaysia will never reach the status of a developed country, for as long as such feelings and culture are instilled in our youths’ minds. Which is why I believe Rotaract will be a good platform to start. I have learned a lot from Interact Club and the fellow Rotarians. I would like to contribute some back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all think we understand racism, but how are we supposed to when deep down, we’re all racists ourselves. Don’t even think of saying you’re not. We all are. It’s the truth, and truth hurts.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&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/7711924-67310149482897920?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/67310149482897920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=67310149482897920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/67310149482897920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/67310149482897920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/07/liang-seng-and-racism.html' title='Liang Seng and Racism'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-576764305296830031</id><published>2008-07-12T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:06:39.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Lennon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagine'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Tributes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHjTfK-RbYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OPikCkMP1Z4/s1600-h/lennon1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 380px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHjTfK-RbYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OPikCkMP1Z4/s400/lennon1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222156300411039106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite songs of all times : Imagine by John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHjTev3s52I/AAAAAAAAANo/fM8MijLtIuM/s1600-h/ImagineJohnLennonpiano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 540px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHjTev3s52I/AAAAAAAAANo/fM8MijLtIuM/s400/ImagineJohnLennonpiano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222156293135722338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no Heaven &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy if you try &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hell below us &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above us only sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine all the people &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living for today &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no countries &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to do &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no religion too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Living life in peace &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm not the only one &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No need for greed or hunger &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brotherhood of man &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing all the world &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say that I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm not the only one &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHjTe9rR4YI/AAAAAAAAANw/qDcfh_Le2tM/s1600-h/john_lennon_imagine-FrontBlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 370px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHjTe9rR4YI/AAAAAAAAANw/qDcfh_Le2tM/s400/john_lennon_imagine-FrontBlog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222156296841716098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the video to this song, click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEOkxRLzBf0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-576764305296830031?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/576764305296830031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=576764305296830031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/576764305296830031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/576764305296830031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/07/liang-seng-and-tributes.html' title='Liang Seng and Tributes'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SHjTfK-RbYI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OPikCkMP1Z4/s72-c/lennon1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2780277728913624856</id><published>2008-07-05T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:54:15.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liang seng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV Asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mtvasiaawards.com'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Liang Seng</title><content type='html'>Check out this cool video that spells out my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6514d7d07640a4b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6514d7d07640a4b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BB284D4437ED6D49D09D8B251FEFF4EAB49DFDF.42B272BFF51CCCA3796F081F6028D7018E81A105%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6514d7d07640a4b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEmxPlnE5cVVVQkx_UKwme6i78Bc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6514d7d07640a4b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330106116%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2BB284D4437ED6D49D09D8B251FEFF4EAB49DFDF.42B272BFF51CCCA3796F081F6028D7018E81A105%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6514d7d07640a4b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEmxPlnE5cVVVQkx_UKwme6i78Bc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right? To get your own, go to &lt;a href="http://www.mtvasiaawards.com"&gt;www.mtvasiaawards.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2780277728913624856?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6514d7d07640a4b7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2780277728913624856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2780277728913624856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2780277728913624856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2780277728913624856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/07/liang-seng-and-liang-seng.html' title='Liang Seng and Liang Seng'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2804467471757138281</id><published>2008-06-11T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:31:58.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fine Frenzy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Almost Lover'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and A Fine Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SE9v4sq2tcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3H7q89B_QpI/s1600-h/510NMTqh7qL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SE9v4sq2tcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3H7q89B_QpI/s400/510NMTqh7qL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210506313745216962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm not in a frenzy, and not going into a frenzy. I'm posting this to recommend a new artiste named "A Fine Frenzy" on stage. Her real name is Alison Sudol. The album name? One Cell in the Sea. She has this soothing voice and her music's very touching. I'd recommend the song "Almost Lover' to anyone. It's sad and beautiful at the same time.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SE9v3M4LeUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NAS4SEddiQ8/s1600-h/A%2BFine%2BFrenzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SE9v3M4LeUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/NAS4SEddiQ8/s400/A%2BFine%2BFrenzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210506288031299906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving this song at the moment. Try listening to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2804467471757138281?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2804467471757138281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2804467471757138281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2804467471757138281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2804467471757138281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/06/liang-seng-and-fine-frenzy.html' title='Liang Seng and A Fine Frenzy'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SE9v4sq2tcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3H7q89B_QpI/s72-c/510NMTqh7qL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1869340996604498346</id><published>2008-06-03T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:22:00.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Thin Fine Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, I have been doing much thinking and contemplating on the effects of my actions towards people. What effect do I have on others. Then it falls to me that what I disclose in my blog is way too detailed. Way too much for comfort. I think it goes on the borderline of whether my blogging is ethical or unethical.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm deciding to remove all of my posts which reveals a little too much of everything. For whatever damage that might already be done, it is all about damage control now. And for what it's worth, I guess it's worth nothing.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SEQdLILyuNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/84dyf8KULoM/s1600-h/67396-delete-key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SEQdLILyuNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/84dyf8KULoM/s400/67396-delete-key.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207319146159847634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So for those who had read the deleted posts before, keep an open mind as what I wrote is basically my heartfelt emotions. So guys, it's safe to say...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SEQdK0Nyf0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/MWcA54c77Fc/s1600-h/noentry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SEQdK0Nyf0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/MWcA54c77Fc/s400/noentry.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207319140799512386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The posts are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1869340996604498346?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1869340996604498346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1869340996604498346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1869340996604498346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1869340996604498346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/06/liang-seng-and-thin-fine-line.html' title='Liang Seng and the Thin Fine Line'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SEQdLILyuNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/84dyf8KULoM/s72-c/67396-delete-key.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1085189280622993026</id><published>2008-05-20T23:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:42:42.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLwb1ix3nI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A6PRYncPytg/s1600-h/Onerepublic_dreamingoutloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLwb1ix3nI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A6PRYncPytg/s400/Onerepublic_dreamingoutloud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202484880586432114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Song tha&lt;/span&gt;t suits my mood now : One Republic - Stop &amp;amp; Stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm sad with mixed emotions. Why? I'm nearing the end of my training, and I guess this happens EVERYTIME I have to part with people I treasure. I'm sad. Just basically sad.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLuxFix3jI/AAAAAAAAALY/IsM8OiI1ruk/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLuxFix3jI/AAAAAAAAALY/IsM8OiI1ruk/s400/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202483046635396658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sad. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1085189280622993026?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1085189280622993026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1085189280622993026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1085189280622993026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1085189280622993026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/05/liang-seng-and-emotions.html' title='Liang Seng and Emotions'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLwb1ix3nI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A6PRYncPytg/s72-c/Onerepublic_dreamingoutloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-6235611702328113158</id><published>2008-05-20T22:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:34:00.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pangkor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KPMG Penang'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Pangkor Homecoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm11ix3gI/AAAAAAAAALA/1siSTMbp47U/s1600-h/IMG_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm11ix3gI/AAAAAAAAALA/1siSTMbp47U/s1600-h/IMG_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm11ix3gI/AAAAAAAAALA/1siSTMbp47U/s400/IMG_0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474332146753026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pangkor Island, 18 May 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The firm that I’m currently undergoing training had their annual trip at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pangkor&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Island&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; last Saturday, and we trainees had the luxury of tagging along. We gathered at around 7.45 a.m. and started our journey towards the Lumut Jetty. We reached Lumut around 11 and then took the 11.15 ferry ride to Pulau Pangkor. The ferry ride was around 30 minutes, which meant we reached our resort, Coral Bay Resort around 12 p.m. We were placed 4 to a room, which would mean that it will be packed like sardines, but I have no complaints as the room was actually very spacious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lunch was served at 12 p.m. and while the food tasted ok, I guess that the presentation of the food lacked a lot. The feeling I had was I'm at a mamak stall or something, which really befits the hotel actually.  At 3 p.m. we had our telematch at the beach, but god, the games felt so kindergarden. Later at night, we had treasure hunt. But the name's as close as the game gets. I think it was more of shouting in the hotel lobby, like fishmongers vying for customers. After that, we had the rest of the night to ourselves. The whole group of trainees, including some permanent staffs gathered at my room and we had a blast playing the game "Killer". Thanks to Peter who greatly suggested us this game. Everyone returned to their rooms at around 3 a.m. but the 4 of us in the room played cards till around 4 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm1Vix3fI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hOXIwYUOVoU/s1600-h/IMG_0367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm1Vix3fI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hOXIwYUOVoU/s400/IMG_0367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474323556818418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The four roommates together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next day, we had breakfast at 8 a.m and then proceeded to our 2 hour tour around Pangkor Island. The round trip was short and I wished it was longer as I really would have liked to be able to take more photographs there. But then again, it's all down to the budget, and I guess it wasn't allocated enough. At 11, we returned to the resort and packed our bags. We had lunch at 12 and checked out from the resort. At the jetty, we had a torrid time waiting for the ferry as there were loads of people there but luckily enough, we got on to a ferry at around 3.30 p.m. Around 4.30, we got on our buses and headed home for Penang. When the bus reached Penang around 6 p.m. we were all tired but deep down I know we at least enjoyed part of ourselves there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm2Fix3hI/AAAAAAAAALI/CYMKaNNy4MU/s1600-h/IMG_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; For some, this was merely an annual trip. But then, I guess that this trip signals something else. So close to the end of my practical training, this trip basically signals that I am coming to an end of my training, and so does my journey in life with those few peoples who I really look up to. I think that the only reason that will make me go back to the firm will be these people who had touched my heart. For all things that made us beautiful, these people are indeed beautiful in their own very way. Back in my first few days there, these people made me feel at home with their warmth and their friendliness. And with this warmth, I was made to feel at home, feel at ease of their presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm2Fix3hI/AAAAAAAAALI/CYMKaNNy4MU/s1600-h/IMG_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm2Fix3hI/AAAAAAAAALI/CYMKaNNy4MU/s400/IMG_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474336441720338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Each circle represents the circles in life, each of us in each others' lives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess when people touch your heart; there is very little choice when you have to leave. I had already regarded them as my family over there in the firm, and parting with families is never easy. But whether I like it or not, I will be leaving soon, and I guess there is not much left to do than to cherish all the times left. And all those wonderful times spent, will forever be a beautiful memory to be captured in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm2Vix3iI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vrKBmp3VK4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm2Vix3iI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vrKBmp3VK4Y/s400/IMG_0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474340736687650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The people connection are what makes it the hardest to leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess it’s hard to say goodbye at times like this, and it’s going to be hard to leave all those people you treasure so so much. But at the end of the day, we have to leave. We have to leave behind all those pleasurable memories. We have to leave everything behind. And then, we can move on and move forward. Perhaps there are more important things in life that to dwell on issues like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe perhaps there will be more beautiful and pleasant memories of other people to come. But whatever it is, these people had already played their part in my life, and I’m glad that they did. For what they did was to bring a new dimension into my life, and to bring a different point of view to life. That is a treasure that money will never be able to buy. It’s a new learning curve, and new experience that begs to be forever engraved in our hearts. And when it’s engraved, it will forever remain there until we choose to carve other things on our heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm0lix3eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_fMs0GwvIsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm0lix3eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_fMs0GwvIsQ/s400/IMG_0380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202474310671916514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In loving memories, KPMG Trainees 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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/7711924-6235611702328113158?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/6235611702328113158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=6235611702328113158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6235611702328113158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6235611702328113158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/05/pangkor-island-18-may-2008-firm-that-im.html' title='Liang Seng and the Pangkor Homecoming'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SDLm11ix3gI/AAAAAAAAALA/1siSTMbp47U/s72-c/IMG_0321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-8630973033670903224</id><published>2008-05-09T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:03:37.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Traffic Jams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When it was recently announced that toll rates might be revised, I could have imagined all road users to be jumping up in joy. But if you were to read on, here's the catch. Toll rates will only be revised if traffic reaches a certain limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is the traffic condition I'm facing every morning on the Penang Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toll rate = RM 5.60 (RM 7.00 if you do not use Touch 'N' Go purchased from Penang Bridge Sdn. Bhd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic rate = Need more cars, lorries, motorcycles and buses. Desperately.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SCRV2kByw8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/bXfBxrXL5GE/s1600-h/AiKS002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SCRV2kByw8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/bXfBxrXL5GE/s400/AiKS002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198374265764889538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SCRV20Byw9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/52IbPLIT-ro/s1600-h/AiKS001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SCRV20Byw9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/52IbPLIT-ro/s400/AiKS001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198374270059856850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SCRV3UByw-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/903_txELvK4/s1600-h/AiKS000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SCRV3UByw-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/903_txELvK4/s400/AiKS000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198374278649791458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-8630973033670903224?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/8630973033670903224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=8630973033670903224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8630973033670903224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8630973033670903224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/05/liang-seng-and-traffic-jams.html' title='Liang Seng and Traffic Jams'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SCRV2kByw8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/bXfBxrXL5GE/s72-c/AiKS002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7598985860226109392</id><published>2008-03-23T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:55:03.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think we’re all obsessed with finding other people’s faults and mistakes. We’re all obsessed with pointing out which person’s top is so not suitable for her curves. We’re all obsessed to point out which guy needs some work out, and which one has to stop. We’re all obsessed with mistakes.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess pointing out other person’s mistakes helps us to build on our insecurities. When we pinpoint people’s mistakes, we gain confidence that we never did the same thing. We gained pleasure in knowing that other people are guilty of something. We’re glad that we are doing the right things while others are not. Or are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sometimes, we see other people’s mistakes so clearly, that it blinds us of our own. And sometimes, it blinds us so much, that when we do the wrong things, it seemed and felt right. It is so wrong, that we think its right. Funny but simply true. We complain, and we make a fuss, but all we did was fail to see what is noticeably wrong with ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Perhaps we all need someone with a big hammer to knock the wind out of us. And then we’ll realize that we are the ones being pinpointed. We're the ones being scrutinized. After all, we humans are prone to making mistakes, aren't we?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R-XhNCZq1wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nZCVdix46sM/s1600-h/monkey-ing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 469px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R-XhNCZq1wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nZCVdix46sM/s400/monkey-ing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180794560458708738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stealing is a major mistake, especially from monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7598985860226109392?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7598985860226109392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7598985860226109392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7598985860226109392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7598985860226109392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/03/liang-seng-and-mistakes.html' title='Liang Seng and Mistakes'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R-XhNCZq1wI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nZCVdix46sM/s72-c/monkey-ing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7692237005684716719</id><published>2008-03-09T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:53:40.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BN'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Traumatic Elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R9Oe_LOCMBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8wvKA7uQvmM/s1600-h/trauma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R9Oe_LOCMBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8wvKA7uQvmM/s400/trauma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175655204959432722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Malaysia is in political trauma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;March 8th 2008. Malaysians, mark this date down in your calendars as this date signals a revolution in election history. For the first time, the Opposition party managed to capture more than 2 states in Malaysia. The opposition Party, comprising of PAS, PKR and DAP has managed to capture 5 states here in Malaysia; Penang, Perak, Selangor, Kedah and Kelantan. While Kelantan has always been a stronghold for PAS, few people predicted that such a big loss for the coalition (Barisan Nasional). For the first time in history, Malaysians had stood up and be counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The signs are all there for us to see. We're all not happy with various issues, especially when petrol price was hiked up to RM1.92. Though the government had strong arguments that the price is still the lowest comparatively to other neighbouring states, Malaysia is still an oil producing country, and no matter what justification we make, it still doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;To quote what our Prime Minister had to say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dah kalah, kalahlah&lt;/i&gt; (If it’s a loss, it’s a loss)”. I really had to agree with him. No matter how dissatisfied he is, or no matter how disappointed he is, he had to concede that defeat is a defeat. From now on, what everyone can do is to work on the glaring mistakes and weaknesses, and win back the people's confidence in the next elections.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R9OfCbOCMCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OTecyRKINYk/s1600-h/damkier_boyflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 433px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R9OfCbOCMCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OTecyRKINYk/s400/damkier_boyflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175655260794007586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When everything else seems bleak, look forward. There's still colour. Image is copyrighted to Mikael Damkier. For further info,  &lt;a href="http://www.luckyoliver.com/big_top/photo_moment/mikael-damkier"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What worries me is, now that we're under an Opposition Party, Barisan Nasional do not have much control over what happens in the state government. While it could be indeed a blessing in disguise with the loss, I am also wondering if we will ever self destruct? I mean come on. Take a look. The chief minister of Penang will be Lim Guan Eng, DAP. Wan Azizah (PKR) has just announced that she is willing to step aside to allow her husband, Anwar Ibrahim to enter the political scene again. You can't fight fire with fire. No one can. If this is not a storm brewing in a tea cup, I do not know what is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess that there is not much that we can do, but to wait and see what happens. But if this is really a matter of self destruction, then Penangites, welcome to Armageddon for the next 4-5 years. Till then, let us all just...solemnly pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R9Oe-LOCMAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/InJ0w5uA8do/s1600-h/rogers_praying-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R9Oe-LOCMAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/InJ0w5uA8do/s400/rogers_praying-hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175655187779563522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Photo is copyrighted to Lincoln Rogers. For more info, click &lt;a href="http://www.luckyoliver.com/big_top/photo_moment/lincoln-rogers"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7692237005684716719?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7692237005684716719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7692237005684716719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7692237005684716719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7692237005684716719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/03/liang-seng-and-traumatic-elections.html' title='Liang Seng and Traumatic Elections'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R9Oe_LOCMBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/8wvKA7uQvmM/s72-c/trauma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1308887180674760942</id><published>2008-03-05T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:16:42.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Seng and the Cold Hard Truth of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think when the world comes to an end, it is safe to say that we're all selfish bastards. We're all reluctant to admit to this, afraid to tell ourselves the truth, and hiding beneath a cloak of pretentiousness. But at the end of the day, we're all guilty of being selfish. I never really had any doubt, that no one in this world can stand up and say "I'm never guilty of any selfish thoughts in my life". And I never really had any doubts that none of us will stand up and say "I was being selfish."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, when we're living in this dog eat dog world, we're bound to be selfish. Whether it is for our own sake, or whether it is for someone else's, we can never avoid to be selfish. What I want to point out is that, sometimes I wonder, is it all worth being selfish about? Whether if our own importance is placed higher above others? So high that sometimes, we do all the wrong things so that we can achieve the right things? Is it? Or is it not?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is necessary for us to be better off, knowing that whatever we do, will cause the others to rot and burn in hell? I don't think this question is the best kept secret in the world, but it is also the million dollar question. We all know it's wrong. We all know it's not right. Yet, we still wake up and do all the same things over and over again. How come? Is our guilty conscience so weak that we do not feel anything wrong with this? Or is our personal needs so overwhelming that we are willing to forgo everyone else, and achieve what's best for us?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after we achieved whatever we wanted, what happens next? Will we not regret that after all we had done, we could have chosen the road not taken and walk down it? Taking the unpopular decision, so that we know, when we're nearing the end of our lives, we do not need to look back on our past thinking and asking what ifs and I should haves.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do not want to live a life full or regrets of what I should have done or could have done. But then again, not everyone shares the same view of mine. Torn between two choices, should I choose to be selfish? Or should I choose to have no regrets of being with my ailing grandma? It is never an easy choice, and never will be. Coz at the end of the day, I know that somehow I will end up being selfish.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R86cCINw13I/AAAAAAAAAIo/-U3xFqXNAWc/s1600-h/ushiro_selfish_aug07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 524px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R86cCINw13I/AAAAAAAAAIo/-U3xFqXNAWc/s400/ushiro_selfish_aug07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174244582274160498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1308887180674760942?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1308887180674760942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1308887180674760942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1308887180674760942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1308887180674760942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/03/liang-seng-and-cold-hard-truth-of-life.html' title='Liang Seng and the Cold Hard Truth of Life'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R86cCINw13I/AAAAAAAAAIo/-U3xFqXNAWc/s72-c/ushiro_selfish_aug07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-5489098760119034832</id><published>2008-02-18T21:32:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:56:21.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BN'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Malaysian Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the recent dissolve of the Malaysian Parliament, and the announcement of the election day on March 8, the battle of the flags and banners has begun. Never in a your lifetime will you see colourful flags and banners of blue, green and red colours up everywhere. Yes, once you see the banners and flags being put up, you know it's one thing. E-L-E-C-T-I-O-N-S.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When election comes, you know that it's time to make your choice. The choice that will make or break the country. Which political party will you choose? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Will it be Barisan Nasional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMET2AbfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i4qQlz4b5lc/s1600-h/141000376bnLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 236px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMET2AbfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i4qQlz4b5lc/s400/141000376bnLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168316053058514418" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or perhaps the DAP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mOXT2AbnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dx8ZMuo0Jts/s1600-h/my%7Ddap.gif"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mOXT2AbnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/dx8ZMuo0Jts/s400/my%7Ddap.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168318578499284594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or maybe Keadilan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMEj2AbgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/f5SmZEQE2gE/s1600-h/my%7Dpkn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMEj2AbgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/f5SmZEQE2gE/s400/my%7Dpkn.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168316057353481730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or maybe we should give PAS a chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMFj2AbiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pTJThTzxw-M/s1600-h/my%7Dpis.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMFj2AbiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pTJThTzxw-M/s400/my%7Dpis.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168316074533350946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whatever your political stand is, I personally think that it is high time that the would be Malaysian government to think properly of their stand. Malaysians are no longer ignorant and as naive as decades ago. We might be lacking behind in terms of economics and mentality, but hey, we're not blind you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the government boasting that Malaysians are now 100% literate, it serves as a good reminder that Malaysians now are educated and are more opened up to sensitive issues. The uproar caused by the public over sexist remarks made by two Barisan Nasional MPs will certainly have opened up many eyes and ears as well.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMdD2AblI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gnWYxr2zIE8/s1600-h/windowslivewriterbungmokhtarradinsbocorremarkonyoutube-b5ecmohd-said-yusof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 165px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMdD2AblI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gnWYxr2zIE8/s400/windowslivewriterbungmokhtarradinsbocorremarkonyoutube-b5ecmohd-said-yusof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168316478260276818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMeD2AbmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Zrd6PS1j7XE/s1600-h/windowslivewriterbungmokhtarradinsbocorremarkonyoutube-b5ecbung-mokhtar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 164px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMeD2AbmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Zrd6PS1j7XE/s400/windowslivewriterbungmokhtarradinsbocorremarkonyoutube-b5ecbung-mokhtar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168316495440146018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I present you, the 'bocor' MPs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I have this feeling that when they made the 'bocor' or leakage remarks, they felt proud to be able to 'shoot' down the opposition MPS. Look at their faces and you'll see the trademark egoist faces. Ok, sorry I'm a little harsh here. Sexist faces should be better. And who can forget the public apology they made on national television? They are so sincere, that they READ from a piece of paper. Now, what is more sincere that apologizing over the national television, reading from a piece of paper right? Applause applause.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So Malaysians, every single one of you. Choose properly. Make your stand. Do not choose someone cause they belong to a single political party. Choose someone, because you BELIEVE that they can do a good job. Then, it is what I call a wise choice. After all, we can't have 'bocor' twice right? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMFz2AbjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6NE-7ogtQAE/s1600-h/jasinmpkinabatanganyp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 216px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMFz2AbjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6NE-7ogtQAE/s400/jasinmpkinabatanganyp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168316078828318258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-5489098760119034832?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5489098760119034832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=5489098760119034832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5489098760119034832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/5489098760119034832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/02/liang-seng-and-malaysian-election.html' title='Liang Seng and Malaysian Election'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7mMET2AbfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/i4qQlz4b5lc/s72-c/141000376bnLogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3979845810972100508</id><published>2008-02-13T20:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:33:48.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Yeara'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you think that the photo below defines my blog's current state, you definitely share my view.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7LqxT2AbYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JObRhNJ5ewQ/s1600-h/cobweb600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 301px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7LqxT2AbYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JObRhNJ5ewQ/s400/cobweb600x450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166449855408663938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's full of cobwebs, and if you look hard enough I think you will find some hidden treasures. :) Well, my practical traninig has been hell to me, I'm working and working and working to the point that I am going to be burnt out.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7Lqxj2AbZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BiBe6BMdvRM/s1600-h/2005-09-15-macro-match.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 265px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7Lqxj2AbZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BiBe6BMdvRM/s400/2005-09-15-macro-match.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166449859703631250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Photo belongs to Martin Kenny of &lt;a href="http://martinkenny.com/"&gt;http://martinkenny.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No kidding, the burnt out match basically sums me up right now. Anyway, pushing that back aside, we'll talk about the recent Chinese New Year. Technically, it is still Chinese New Year you know, but somehow work starts and everyone just stopped celebrating :-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year for me is basically the same every year. I just stay at home and wait for all the money to flow in. Money as in the red packets. Can't really help it. My grandma will come for lunch on the first and second day every year and everyone will stop by. So, money really flows in by itself. Haha. The field opposite my house was nicely lit. See...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7Lqxz2AbaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qWE1qYaFk44/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 296px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7Lqxz2AbaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qWE1qYaFk44/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166449863998598562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7LqyD2AbbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_YUmjoaF5p8/s1600-h/IMG_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7LqyD2AbbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_YUmjoaF5p8/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166449868293565874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wasn't lying right :D. The photo is not at its best coz i took them zoomed. Didn't wanna risk stepping into some unknown stuffs in the field at night. So mind them ya. And as usual, my praying altar will be nicely filled up with offerings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7LsDD2AbeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-n7fpN7Tn-0/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 297px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7LsDD2AbeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-n7fpN7Tn-0/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166451259862969826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;See, I wasn't lying also. But I'm saving my best pic for last. See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7LsBD2AbdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i_0zVgu4mJg/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7LsBD2AbdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i_0zVgu4mJg/s400/IMG_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166451225503231442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7Lqyz2AbcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cJkEBRREJj0/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7Lqyz2AbcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cJkEBRREJj0/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166449881178467778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLUTINOUS RICE BALLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one of my favourite food, but the two photos really signifies what Chinese New Year is about. Happiness and togetherness. Happy Chinese New Year everyone! Wish you guys Nian Nian You Yu and Long Ma Ching Sern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-3979845810972100508?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3979845810972100508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3979845810972100508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3979845810972100508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3979845810972100508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/02/liang-seng-and-chinese-new-year.html' title='Liang Seng and Chinese New Year'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R7LqxT2AbYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/JObRhNJ5ewQ/s72-c/cobweb600x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2143693181512094324</id><published>2008-02-02T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:58:31.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pos Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Pos Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With Chinese New Year round the corner, I went through a frantic time sending out new year cards to my university friends. Being the procrastinator as I am, I waited till this week to send out the card. I was expecting the cards to arrive at my friends' homes till after new year, since it NORMALLY takes around 1 week for Pos Malaysia to deliver mails to the recipients.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R6SESvSCnCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YpsGCSXcSTc/s1600-h/Pos+Malaysia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 234px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R6SESvSCnCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YpsGCSXcSTc/s400/Pos+Malaysia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162396530338077730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Pos Malaysia, delivering when others thought they won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  Boy am I in for the shock for my life (literally speaking, that is). Yesterday, I received SMS-es from my friends, thanking me for the card. I posted the cards on Tuesday. It reached my friends on Friday. 3 days. 3 days was all it took for snail-mails to be delivered by Pos Malaysia.Therefore, kudos to Pos Malaysia for doing such an efficient job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;With the recent announcement that they will cut down delivery time to 3 days, it seems that there is a silver lining to the cloud. I'm urging all Malaysians to cut Pos Malaysia some slack, and it's time to give them the vote of confidence that they should receive. Congrats congrats! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2143693181512094324?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2143693181512094324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2143693181512094324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2143693181512094324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2143693181512094324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/02/liang-seng-and-pos-malaysia.html' title='Liang Seng and Pos Malaysia'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R6SESvSCnCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YpsGCSXcSTc/s72-c/Pos+Malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-8210469128530670584</id><published>2008-01-27T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:45:12.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deodorant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deodorants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body odour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nivea'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Body Odour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The best way for me to get turned off? Not a piece of veggie stuck between the teeth, or the sight of long unkempt nostril hair (which I believe both are kinda disgusting). I get absolutely turned off by body odour. Yes, there very obnoxious Body Odour or BO.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for myself, due to the fact that I am huge (LOL), I am particular about BO. I am particular about myself giving out 'scently' BO, as well as others around me with BO. However, since it's down to personal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preferences&lt;/span&gt;, I very seldom voice out my dis likeness of body odour. Here, I will give you a review of the products I use that are reliable in warding off unpleasant body odour.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R5w9HvSCnBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mZm0RDTnk4E/s1600-h/D-Nivea+Dry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 535px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R5w9HvSCnBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mZm0RDTnk4E/s400/D-Nivea+Dry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160066476220259346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Nivea Deodorant For Men - Dry Impact&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I find this deodorant particularly reliable, even for the whole duration of the day. It is lasting and lasts for as long as it claims. This is my preferred deodorant for its smell, as well as it's effectiveness. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R5w9E_SCm-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JNV4FVzlpu8/s1600-h/D-Adidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R5w9E_SCm-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/JNV4FVzlpu8/s400/D-Adidas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160066428975619042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Adidas Team Force&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to be biased here as this ranks in at second due to the fact that it is my favourite brand, Adidas :D. However, it is not as lasting as the Nivea deodorant, although it claims to give 24 hours protection, on me, it only lasts several hours. There are many more variety of smells from Adidas, so do look out for it at your nearest shopping malls and also pharmacy stores such as Guardian and Watson's (for readers in Malaysia).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R5w9FfSCnAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C3IpiWO-91U/s1600-h/D-Nivea+Fresh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R5w9FfSCnAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C3IpiWO-91U/s400/D-Nivea+Fresh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160066437565553666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Nivea Deodorant For Men - Fresh Active&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any lower rank than second will not do any Nivea Deodorants justice as they really are reliable and provide 'protection' up to 24 hours. I'd only prefer the Dry Impact above the Fresh Active due to smell preference. There is another one in Nivea's range of deodorants, the Aqua Cool. It has a better smell comparatively but it leaves a wet feeling when you spray it on. Although the sensation disappears after a few seconds, I have a dislike towards it as it made me feel 'wet'. But hey, it's all up to personal preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Blockquote" title="Blockquote" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 17);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R5w9FPSCm_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/X_EMvvihCYY/s1600-h/D-Brut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R5w9FPSCm_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/X_EMvvihCYY/s400/D-Brut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160066433270586354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Brut Identity&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Believe it or not, Brut is actually one of the oldest names in the male grooming industry. Therefore, to omit it from my list of favourite deodorants will be completely ignorant. Brut has came out with a line of deodorants with a large selection of different scents. But I find the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Identity's &lt;/span&gt;scent far more enticing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you go, the top 3 (or 4) of my favourite deodorants. Do try them out. A deodorant a day will keep the BO away! Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-8210469128530670584?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/8210469128530670584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=8210469128530670584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8210469128530670584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/8210469128530670584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/01/liang-seng-and-body-odour.html' title='Liang Seng and Body Odour'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R5w9HvSCnBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mZm0RDTnk4E/s72-c/D-Nivea+Dry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-871807893575539118</id><published>2008-01-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:33:26.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Over-enthusiasm'/><title type='text'>Liang Seng and Over-enthusiasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning. Post is without pictures.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, now that you have read the warning above, please continue reading.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Basically, what do we mean by O-V-E-R-E-N-T-H-U-S-I-A-S-M?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From my own perception, over-enthusiasm is when someone, or something acts way too excited, and at times annoying. Some might agree, some might disagree with me. But hey, that's why i put it as my own perception. I'm sure all of us have come across persons who are overly excited over something. It could be work. It could be sports. It could even be food. No matter what it is over, being over-enthusiastic has its pros and cons.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For some, over-enthusiasm is good. It shows that you have the willingness to learn. The willingness to excel. The willingness to improve yourself. In this sense, it's good. It's good because, then people will be able to see that you are actually willing to participate and take up responsibility. It shows that you have the heart to learn, and to improve yourself. So is being over-enthusiastic good?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are always two sides to a coin. So there will be the negative side of over-enthusiasm. Some people will see that over-enthusiastic is arrogant. Over-enthusiastic is being stuck up. Over-enthusiastic means you're showing off. And that's the way I see it. I don't like over-enthusiasm if it means that you wanna show off that you're better than me. I don't like over-enthusiasm if you wanna show off that you know many things but it is actually very little. And I don't like over-enthusiasm if it means that you wanna brush up to certain persons just to get a better impression for yourself.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and get a life. Wake up and see that the world is actually full of people who could be better than you, including me. Wake up and open your eyes wide to notice that you are not the only one who has a wide area of knowledge, including me. And wake up and realize that there are a lot of people who don't wanna compete with you for attention, including me.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wake up. And learn that sometimes, still water runs deep. Period.&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/7711924-871807893575539118?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/871807893575539118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=871807893575539118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/871807893575539118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/871807893575539118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/01/liang-seng-and-over-enthusiasm.html' title='Liang Seng and Over-enthusiasm'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7914854959924618960</id><published>2008-01-05T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:49:19.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dell XPS M1710'/><title type='text'>Dell XPS M1710</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My brother's new toy arrived today. The Dell XPS M1710. It came in a big box. Behold, the biggest Dell laptop I've ever seen so far. :)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fpvZC0KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sQiJOLl12NU/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fpvZC0KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sQiJOLl12NU/s400/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152012038180098210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It came in this big box.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fp_ZC0LI/AAAAAAAAAEU/X3XpZ9w7Ahg/s1600-h/IMG_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fp_ZC0LI/AAAAAAAAAEU/X3XpZ9w7Ahg/s400/IMG_0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152012042475065522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Upon opening the box, darn good design&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fqfZC0MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u2ASKdeVQFs/s1600-h/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fqfZC0MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/u2ASKdeVQFs/s400/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152012051065000130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, one more final step to unleash the laptop&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fq_ZC0OI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Grr7PowSh5A/s1600-h/IMG_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fq_ZC0OI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Grr7PowSh5A/s400/IMG_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152012059654934754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Behold, the Dell XPS M1710. Huge right?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fqvZC0NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B34nd62dkxc/s1600-h/IMG_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 532px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fqvZC0NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B34nd62dkxc/s400/IMG_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152012055359967442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Comparing my Dell 630m with the Dell XPS. Like comparing Michael Owen and Hulk Hogan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-gtfZC0QI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Bai3rgoO8Zg/s1600-h/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-gtfZC0QI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Bai3rgoO8Zg/s400/IMG_0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152013202116235522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Close up of the keypad. Looks like a conventional keyboard right. Good for gaming.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-gt_ZC0RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3I4SjOE0_QY/s1600-h/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-gt_ZC0RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3I4SjOE0_QY/s400/IMG_0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152013210706170130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The screen looks elegant in black. Nice resolution also.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The review :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Overall, I find the Dell XPS M1710 too heavy for my liking. Weighing in at 6kg, this will definitely help me to burn more calories and also gain more muscle mass, no matter where I go. It is also thick, somewhat double the current thickness of my Dell Inspiron 630m. The startup is also painfully slow, given the fact that this one comes with 2GB RAM and also 2.4Ghz processor. I have this feeling that the amount of RAM is not enough. As for its performance, I couldn't say much as it just came in today and haven't put it to any test yet. But with the price tag of RM10 000, it better be a good performer. :)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For more info on the Dell XPS M1710 and its specifications, please log on to &lt;a href="http://www.dell.com.my/"&gt;www.dell.com.my&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the event we run out of use for the Dell XPS M1710, it can also be used as a&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIRROR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-gtPZC0PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HtvaVKfpLag/s1600-h/IMG_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-gtPZC0PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HtvaVKfpLag/s400/IMG_0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152013197821268210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See how clear I can see myself. Now, where did I put my hair wax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I can foresee a new tagline for the Dell XPS M1710.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dell XPS M1710. For the gamers and also the fashion conscious. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fqvZC0NI/AAAAAAAAAEk/B34nd62dkxc/s1600-h/IMG_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7914854959924618960?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7914854959924618960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7914854959924618960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7914854959924618960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7914854959924618960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/01/dell-xps-m1710.html' title='Dell XPS M1710'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R3-fpvZC0KI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sQiJOLl12NU/s72-c/IMG_0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2079977649347048566</id><published>2008-01-04T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:52:32.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wheelchair auntie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discounts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><title type='text'>Charity with Discount?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Few days ago, while walking to my office (location is undisclosed to protect the identity of the parties mentioned here), I saw an old auntie on a wheelchair selling stationaries for some charity organization. We had eye contact and she called out to me in Hokkien, "Ai beh iam pit boh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Want to buy stationaries or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather charitable, I asked back "Ji leh kui lui" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This one how much?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R34nwfZC0JI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GDpHfm5J9W8/s1600-h/10+bucks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R34nwfZC0JI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GDpHfm5J9W8/s400/10+bucks1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151598737772171410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The RM 10 package, taken on Canon Cybershot A650&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Ji leh chap koh" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This one RM 10&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I replied, "Hu le eh?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How about that one?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R34nv_ZC0II/AAAAAAAAAD8/037I8fWLUXE/s1600-h/20+bucks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R34nv_ZC0II/AAAAAAAAAD8/037I8fWLUXE/s400/20+bucks1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151598729182236802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The RM 20 package, taken on Canon Cybershot A650&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jit Leh Ji Chap Koh, Boh Discount eh" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This one RM 20, without discount package&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Without feeling anything weird, I proceeded to do what ALL Malaysians do. Buy the cheaper one. :D &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The wheelchair auntie thanked me profusely and said God will bless me for my kind deed. Only today, it struck me. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;How the hell is charity going to be discounted? Perhaps the next time, there will be the Year End Sales, and we shall have 70% off all charities. So, discounts anyone?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R34nv_ZC0II/AAAAAAAAAD8/037I8fWLUXE/s1600-h/20+bucks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2079977649347048566?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2079977649347048566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2079977649347048566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2079977649347048566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2079977649347048566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2008/01/charity-with-discount.html' title='Charity with Discount?'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R34nwfZC0JI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GDpHfm5J9W8/s72-c/10+bucks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2713722694976605407</id><published>2007-12-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:27:38.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(RED) Campaign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oprah Winfrey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GAP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bono'/><title type='text'>(RED) Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R202x_ZC0EI/AAAAAAAAADc/rF8vD9tNyhI/s1600-h/Inspired+T-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 469px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R202x_ZC0EI/AAAAAAAAADc/rF8vD9tNyhI/s400/Inspired+T-shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146830181612310594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I believe that everyone is destined to greatness. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The only thing that stands in the way is opportunity. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The (RED) Campaign launched by Bono is indeed an eye opener. Bono has managed to garner various celebrities to support his cause to help ailing Africans in Africa who are suffering from AIDS and poverty. Oprah Winfrey, Penelope Cruz, Terence Howard to name a few.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R201YvZC0AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9JJQwjj1M5E/s1600-h/Red-Bono+%26+Oprah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 258px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R201YvZC0AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9JJQwjj1M5E/s400/Red-Bono+%26+Oprah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146828648308985858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bono and Oprah shopping for (RED) products at GAP outlet in Chicago&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R202xPZC0BI/AAAAAAAAADE/9kA_bpU4x5I/s1600-h/wyclef-jean-product-red-gap-campaign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 460px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R202xPZC0BI/AAAAAAAAADE/9kA_bpU4x5I/s400/wyclef-jean-product-red-gap-campaign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146830168727408658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wyclef Jean showing his support for the (RED) Campaign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; For me personally, this is indeed an applaud able effort. And with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(RED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Campaign teaming up with various apparel brands to promote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(RED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, I believe that even us normal people can help to make a difference to the world. Among the (RED) products are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 185px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R202xvZC0CI/AAAAAAAAADM/6OujM2rKkJo/s400/Red+ipod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146830177317343266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R203-fZC0HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/F9ALIs_NpnE/s1600-h/red+moto.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 184px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R203-fZC0HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/F9ALIs_NpnE/s400/red+moto.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146831495872303218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By purchasing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(RED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; products, profits from the goods sold will be channeled to those who need them in Africa. Now, what this shows is that we do not need to be damn rich, or damn famous to be able to help out. All we need is to be ourselves. So, help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(RED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Support &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(RED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(RED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Eagerly awaiting the arrival of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(RED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; in Malaysia.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; For more info on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(RED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Campaign, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.joinred.com/"&gt;www.joinred.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R202x_ZC0FI/AAAAAAAAADk/senQFajgVhE/s1600-h/Do+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 482px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R202x_ZC0FI/AAAAAAAAADk/senQFajgVhE/s400/Do+red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146830181612310610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2713722694976605407?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2713722694976605407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2713722694976605407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2713722694976605407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2713722694976605407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/12/red-campaign.html' title='(RED) Campaign'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R202x_ZC0EI/AAAAAAAAADc/rF8vD9tNyhI/s72-c/Inspired+T-shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-6356274910649896930</id><published>2007-12-16T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:38:12.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penang'/><title type='text'>Penang, Pearl of the Orient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is my first post on my lovely hometown, Penang, the Pearl of the Orient. Initially I found two captivating pics of Penang that I thought I could merge both into a single picture using Photoshop. But after hours of trying, they dun seem to work. I guess beauty needs to be left alone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R2TXmvZCz_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q8J5i0ncAus/s1600-h/night_penang_bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 260px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R2TXmvZCz_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q8J5i0ncAus/s400/night_penang_bridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144473734920458226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Night view of the Penang Bridge. Simply breathtaking.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyone visiting Penang will not miss the Penang Bridge. If you miss it, there's only 2 options that is foreseebale; First, you took the ferry to cross the sea to Penang Island. Second, you're swimming in the sea and drowning few minutes later :D The Penang Bridge spans around 14 kilometres and is infamous for its architechture. Ok, not the architechture, the traffic jams. There's currently renovation work being done to expand the bridge, so do expect some congestion on the bridge. The Penang Bridge connects Mainland Penang (Yea, that's where I live) and the Penang Island.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R2TXmfZCz-I/AAAAAAAAACs/L5VRHqZBdHQ/s1600-h/kek_lok_si_temple_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 263px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R2TXmfZCz-I/AAAAAAAAACs/L5VRHqZBdHQ/s400/kek_lok_si_temple_view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144473730625490914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tranquilizing pic of the Kek Lok Si Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R2TXmfZCz-I/AAAAAAAAACs/L5VRHqZBdHQ/s1600-h/kek_lok_si_temple_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I found these 2 pics on the net, I have no idea who to credit it to. So if anyone finds that I'm violating any copyright laws, please inform me and I'll remove it immediatelty. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-6356274910649896930?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/6356274910649896930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=6356274910649896930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6356274910649896930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/6356274910649896930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/12/penang-pearl-of-orient.html' title='Penang, Pearl of the Orient'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R2TXmvZCz_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q8J5i0ncAus/s72-c/night_penang_bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-4972379818034667178</id><published>2007-12-10T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:06:24.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Speed Worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Had to blog this. :) For those who didn't know, I started my practical training / vocation training / internship last week at KPMG, Penang. We're not gonna talk about my first week there as it is not my main objective of publishing this post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Fast forward one week, I'm now auditing at H&amp;amp;S (Name not fully disclosed as I'm not sure if this is company's private and confidential data). Will only be here for 2 days though, so not sure how confidential this is. ANYWAY, my fingers are too slow in typing compared to my enthusiasm in disclosing this. H-A-H-A. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ok, back to the hot story, I was assigned this task of checking the validity and accuracy (mind the jargons, sorry) of some maintenance accounts. After completing typing out the paperwork, I with full excitement marched (yes, marched) to the accounts executive's office. WHAM. He wasn't there. Fine. I thought perhaps he was out to lunch or maybe was at the 'surau' for his prayers, since it was 2 pm. So half-heartedly, I marched back to my place and waited. The next few minutes, I kept peering into the window to check and see if he's there or not. Still not there. My anticipation and excitement levels has been brought down. Then one of my colleagues came in. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;T-A-D-A! The accounts executive in charge. Took a half day leave. HALF DAY LEAVE!!! Just now when we came in he was still around. Still alive. Still an accounts executive who was doing his work. Then the audit team came in and start requesting for documents. And he took a HALF DAY LEAVE. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;DAYUM... I was supposed to be pissed off and annoyed right. But downright, I felt that this was so funny that I blurted out laughing. Hehe. He was so terrified of the audit team that he took a half day off. But I heard the rest of the team will be here for 2 weeks. Now, how many half day leaves is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since he took off so fast, i'm wondering what he is? Is he...The road runner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R11USlOmzOI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z2-H_IOEpXU/s1600-h/RoadRunner-Original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R11USlOmzOI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z2-H_IOEpXU/s400/RoadRunner-Original.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142359027734727906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tazmanian Devil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R11US1OmzPI/AAAAAAAAACc/9V62POMyOFw/s1600-h/10001008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 537px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R11US1OmzPI/AAAAAAAAACc/9V62POMyOFw/s400/10001008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142359032029695218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R11US1OmzPI/AAAAAAAAACc/9V62POMyOFw/s1600-h/10001008.jpg"&gt;Or Speedy Gonzalez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R11US1OmzQI/AAAAAAAAACk/kI2_kRWDvTs/s1600-h/Speedy-Gonzales-cell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R11US1OmzQI/AAAAAAAAACk/kI2_kRWDvTs/s400/Speedy-Gonzales-cell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142359032029695234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-4972379818034667178?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/4972379818034667178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=4972379818034667178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/4972379818034667178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/4972379818034667178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/12/speed-worker.html' title='The Speed Worker'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R11USlOmzOI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z2-H_IOEpXU/s72-c/RoadRunner-Original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7492813813152330603</id><published>2007-11-28T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:17:21.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For every beginning has an end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0xJ5lqJ17I/AAAAAAAAACM/5jJvjOtQcbg/s1600-h/SAME+COLOUR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0xJ5lqJ17I/AAAAAAAAACM/5jJvjOtQcbg/s400/SAME+COLOUR2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137562528633182130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say for every beginning has an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And for every end, it has a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The end signals the end of alot of things. But will friendship ever ends? Part of me doesn't wanna grow up, wishing that I will have time with all my friends. And yet, that part of me knows that this will not happen. The path is written, and everyone has their own path. Parting is inevitable. We all know that. But do we face it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I guess we'll only know when the time comes.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Goodbye Sasikala my friend. The fun memories will always stay. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7492813813152330603?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7492813813152330603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7492813813152330603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7492813813152330603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7492813813152330603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/11/they-say-for-every-beginning-has-end.html' title='For every beginning has an end...'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0xJ5lqJ17I/AAAAAAAAACM/5jJvjOtQcbg/s72-c/SAME+COLOUR2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-4597902113720793836</id><published>2007-11-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:27:22.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Chou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On The Run'/><title type='text'>Review - Jay Chou's On The Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just got this new album of his, so decided to review it. Review goes track by track as I listen to it.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0bqV1qJ16I/AAAAAAAAACE/eBf1S1UWsKA/s1600-h/Album+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0bqV1qJ16I/AAAAAAAAACE/eBf1S1UWsKA/s400/Album+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136050085964666786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Track 1 - Niu Zai Hen Mang (Busy Cowboy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This song has the Texas feel to it. As you listen, you had the urge to stand up and dance to the beat. Haha. Good and fun song. I guess he was trying to prove that his songs and album are not always the same year by year as the critics often put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Track 2 - Cai Hong (Rainbow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Slow song. I don't think it's supposed to be a sad song as the background beat has a sort of happy feel to it. I guess the main point is in the lyrics. As I am not fluent in Mandarin, I can't give a word by word feel of it. Listen to it for yourself.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 3 - Qing Hua Ping (Green Vase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This track has a traditional feel to it. I love the way he uses traditional instruments as the background of this song. Really brings up the Chinese culture+atmosphere to it. Again I believe the strength of this song will lie in the lyric, so listen and see.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Track 4 - Yang Guan Zai Nan (No translation - Don't understand the pinyin) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A rock song. I'm wondering if either Mayday or Power Station wrote this song. It certainly has a feel of their genre. A good variation compared to his previous albums. Definitely an eye opener. It's not a bad song also. Kinda Avril Lanigny also. :)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Track 5 - Pu Gong Yin De Yue Ding (No translation available too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, definitely a slow song with sad melody. Perfect song for a break up moment.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 6 - Wu Shuang (Pair of Clouds)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Track with modern beat to it. Again with the alternative and rock genre incorporated into it. However, the song feels familiar. I dunno bout you guys. But definitely feels familiar to me. Sorry Jay on this track. Kinda eerie track for me. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Track 7 - Wo Bu Pei&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, this track really feels familiar to a song in his previous album. But even so, I can classify this song as a Jay song. It has his signature touch to it. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Track 8 - Che (Bamboo)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Another classic Jay Song. He starts off this song with a funny talking intro. And the song has a modern retro feel to it. Kinda like this song.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 9 - Tian Tian De (The Sweet Sweet One)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I like this song ALOT. Definitely my favourite song of the album. I feel very happy listen to it. You know, the happy feeling that you're being loved. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Track 10 - Zui Chang De Dian Yin (The Longest Movie)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It starts off feeling like one of Nan Quan Mama's song. But good play of piano to this. I like it too. Very emotional singing by Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There you have it. My personal review of Jay Chou's On The Run. Now, it does not reflect any professional opinion. Just my own. I would recommend this a buy and give it 4 stars out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-4597902113720793836?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/4597902113720793836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=4597902113720793836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/4597902113720793836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/4597902113720793836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/11/review-jay-chous-on-run.html' title='Review - Jay Chou&apos;s On The Run'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0bqV1qJ16I/AAAAAAAAACE/eBf1S1UWsKA/s72-c/Album+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-3227555467977730735</id><published>2007-11-22T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T11:05:22.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight to the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be trying to blog on my home country, Malaysia and my home, Penang. So keep out for the posts! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-3227555467977730735?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3227555467977730735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=3227555467977730735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3227555467977730735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/3227555467977730735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/11/insight-to-future.html' title='Insight to the Future'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-4203450841097131651</id><published>2007-11-22T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:58:23.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve McClaren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euro 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Beckham'/><title type='text'>Pathetic England Out of Euro 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frankly speaking, I couldn't agree more with England crashing out pathetically of the Euro 2008 qualifiers. Look, I have nothing against the players, I have everything against the manager and coach though :) When they first sack Sven Goran Eriksson and appointed Steve McClaren, I was like "What the hell?" Sven's Lions wasn't playing the most attractive football under his helm, but at least Sven was generating the results that was expected of him, even though it was without any silverware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 384px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0Tpb1qJ12I/AAAAAAAAABk/qrAk7TQy-h4/s400/Sven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135486139578832738" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0TpcFqJ13I/AAAAAAAAABs/exlf4fGYwRo/s1600-h/McClaren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 384px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0TpcFqJ13I/AAAAAAAAABs/exlf4fGYwRo/s400/McClaren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135486143873800050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; I never understood the rationale behind appointing Steve McClaren. If it was Guus Hiddink, yes. Fabio Cappello, maybe. Norizan Abu Bakar, well let's not go there. Anyway, back to Steve, the only rationale that I could think of is that they wanted a local English manager and that is the only explanation that I could gather. If we will back at Steve McClaren's achievements, if any, it was only at club level (Assistant to Sir Alex Ferguson, Manager of World Class Middlesborough). And not to mention, none of it them are really great achievements. He might have been THE assistant when Man United won the treble in the 1998/99 season but then what else after that? Middlesborough wasn't exactly lighting up the skies with their football. I can safely label their football as 'safe' and boring'.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fact that David Beckham was dropped from the England squad after the appointment of Steve McClaren wasn't surprising to me. In fact, I have been expecting him to do that actually. What more to signal your intent that you are different from your predecessor than to drop the most untouchable player in his team. Enter David Beckham. Under Sven's reign, Becks was automatically in the team list whenever he's fit. Sven sees him as the perfect player to lead the team on the field by example. He gives 110% whenever he's playing, covers the most areas on the pitch, delivers pin point crosses and set pieces, and of course the wonderful goals (remember the Greece moment?).&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0TsTFqJ15I/AAAAAAAAAB8/C2FSf7rzSYs/s1600-h/Beckham_FK_Greece01_H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 175px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0TsTFqJ15I/AAAAAAAAAB8/C2FSf7rzSYs/s400/Beckham_FK_Greece01_H.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135489287789860754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0TsS1qJ14I/AAAAAAAAAB0/thvI5GW29fQ/s1600-h/david_beckham_6.09.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0TsS1qJ14I/AAAAAAAAAB0/thvI5GW29fQ/s400/david_beckham_6.09.06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135489283494893442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The signal was clear. Sven leaves, Becks must go. Now, I do agree that we must move on and David Beckham will not be running up and down the pitch as often as he wants as age catches up with him. Howver, there is no clear replacements for Becks on the right wing. Shaun Wright Philips is faster and more agile compared to David Beckham. And that's where the comparison ends. Who needs to run or evade defenders when all you have to do is whip in wicked free kicks or curl your crosses around them? The ability to precisely pass and cross the ball is what England is lacking on the right side of midfield. Without Becks, England has lost one of the most important methods of scoring goals. The set pieces. We do have Lampard, Gerrard or maybe Joe Cole but none of them has the ability to deliver the ball. Lampard's range of passing is pathetic, is still think that he's OVERrated. Gerrard just gives the ball the hardest whack that he can and hopes that his teammates will be able to get on to it as QUICKLY as they can. Joe Cole, well, wizard of the ball, useless on the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not being biased for supporting David Beckham, but to drop him without any clear replacements for him is ridiculous. David Bentley has been showing signs of emulating Becks on the right wing, but then again, he's an Arsenal reject. Funnily enough though, when conditions keep getting worse and worse, who do you turn to? Your ex-captain who holds his heart in his sleeves when he plays. Becks' return to the England camp has been more eventful to the team than himself. When he returned, they won almost every game. Their game flow was more fluent, except in centre midfield (I will never support the combination of Gerrard and Lampard, Lampard MUST go), the game was played with more intent and creativity, and of course, they scored from set pieces. It's clear as crystal the dimensions David Beckham can bring to the game. Defenders can't just hack him down (as they did with a certain Wright Phillips), they need to close down on the ball. However, Steve did a brilliant job. He mentioned no player is automatically on the play sheet. Great tactic Steve. Avoiding to mention the contribution of David Beckham to not clearly point out your mistakes. H-A-H-A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that England is out, I can't say I'm more happy than sad. But I'm glad. Glad that the message is clear. Get McClaren out. He's not resigning he said. Let's just sack him. After all, no one is automatically on the team sheet right? :) Bye Bye Steve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-4203450841097131651?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/4203450841097131651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=4203450841097131651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/4203450841097131651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/4203450841097131651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/11/pathetic-england-out-of-euro-2008.html' title='Pathetic England Out of Euro 2008'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0Tpb1qJ12I/AAAAAAAAABk/qrAk7TQy-h4/s72-c/Sven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-7673130991189296900</id><published>2007-11-21T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:33:51.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtain Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The day marks the end of yet another semester of studies in my four years venture into the world of accounting in Universiti Putra Malaysia. As we all packs our bags and leave for our 6 months of practical training, I felt that it was kind of unbelievable that time flies so fast.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0PJxVqJ1zI/AAAAAAAAABM/IZdPwdfmklo/s1600-h/goodbye-card-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0PJxVqJ1zI/AAAAAAAAABM/IZdPwdfmklo/s320/goodbye-card-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135169849597220658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I guess that we had it all coming right. Four years will zip past like lightning. And as the clocks keep ticking, we're getting closer to the inevitable thing. For every beginning has an end. The end of the four years. Watching my friends grow up and leave on for their future undertakings seems to be a very difficult part of me to handle. I guess that's the price you pay for valuing friendship so high. Well, if you'd watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S parting is never sweet sorrow. And the part where Joey hugs Chandler before they move out at the end of the 10th season, that is so damn touching.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0PO2VqJ11I/AAAAAAAAABc/qOP_L980rYs/s1600-h/friends_cast_004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0PO2VqJ11I/AAAAAAAAABc/qOP_L980rYs/s320/friends_cast_004a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135175433054705490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well, as time goes, the only thing that we can do now is to value the friendship and make the most of the times we had. I've made a mistake once before for not doing anything when I had the time. This is one mistake that I'll never repeat. So to all my fellow coursemate friends, happy undergoing practical. Sucks being RM 500 per month cheap labour. Haha. And see you guys soon. Come to Penang if you have the chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-7673130991189296900?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/7673130991189296900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=7673130991189296900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7673130991189296900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/7673130991189296900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/11/curtain-falls.html' title='Curtain Falls'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/R0PJxVqJ1zI/AAAAAAAAABM/IZdPwdfmklo/s72-c/goodbye-card-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1919821776880232575</id><published>2007-06-26T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:58:58.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worst day of my life'/><title type='text'>I wanna run and hide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess my blog is my only way of letting out the emotions that i keep to myself. I'm not good with letting my emotions out, and I guess i'm never good with me emotions. Rather solve my own problems than getting others involved. I guess I often put myself under a lot of pressure. I know, we all need help sometimes and we can't live all alone in our lives. Yet, somehow though realising this, I'd rather keep it all inside. And current state of my mind, I'm an emotional wreck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best song to describe my emotional state : When You're Gone by Avril Lavigne (not the lyrics, the music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/RoEv8yAfziI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SAuvCJgCf90/s1600-h/Avril+Lavigne-The+Best+Damn+Thing+%5BFront%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080394575913143842" style="CURSOR: hand" height="358" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/RoEv8yAfziI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SAuvCJgCf90/s320/Avril+Lavigne-The+Best+Damn+Thing+%5BFront%5D.jpg" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood how people could fight over somethings or someone of small matter. I used to say that it's those small things that matters most everytime, it wasn't to be in this context. Does harmony or togetherness matter less compared to such small thing? Seriously, such things so small that the person is not even connected closely to the family, and yet it created such havoc. I used to think that I'm able to comprehend everything that is going on this world, that I'm capable of digesting complex and complicated elements of life because I think I'm mature enough, and that I will be able to find solutions to all the problems that I face in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I guess all these are just false pretentions that I tell myself. I don't understand everything that is going on in this world, be it in my life. Life is so complex and complicated, that the more i try, the more I get entangled in it. I can never grasp enough about life before it eats me alive. Life is guess, is a web. A web more complicated than any of us can ever build. A web full of deceits and lies. But somewhere inside this tangled web, there's truth and there's hope. If we can seek truth and if we can find hope, tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, what happens when we fail to get anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wont' be gasping for air to breathe, we won't be searching for places to hide. All we need is to find a solution to our problem and let it solve itself out. We face many crossroads in life, more turning points and dead ends than we should be, because we fail to see the solution to our problems. Many do not solve the problem. They only solve the symptoms to the problem. And what's left? The problem is still there, and it will always be. So, why is it that hard for us to see the main root of the problem and get to it? I dunno. Perhaps it's because we let our emotions to lead us, disguising the real issue of concern. Or is it just we simply choose to ignore the problem, taking the easy way out by letting our emotions take control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all about choices we have in life. Whether we choose to solve our problems. Or whether we choose to let our problems solve us. Which there will never be a solution at all. We'll be left with the same problem all over again, the same misjudgement clouding our actions, the same demons that's haunting us inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when we make the wrong choice, we should be prepared for the worst. I am. Though I hope my worst expectations will not come true, truth is, I am prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1919821776880232575?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1919821776880232575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1919821776880232575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1919821776880232575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1919821776880232575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wanna-run-and-hide.html' title='I wanna run and hide...'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/RoEv8yAfziI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SAuvCJgCf90/s72-c/Avril+Lavigne-The+Best+Damn+Thing+%5BFront%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-1875425063242334499</id><published>2007-06-26T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:30:06.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotype'/><title type='text'>Stupid, Rich Indian Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My brother had a stupid recurring problem with the house that he's renting now. Well, not the kind of problem where the spirits are disturbing you, but this time, it's a human problem. You see, when my bro managed to find the house, the stupid agent  (Yes, stupid agent) took the easy way out by assuming my brother as the main tenant who's supposed to be in charge of everything on the house. Finding the other tenants, the main person in the contract, EVERYTHING. Well, to come to terms of this, I do not mind if his friends (yes, his own friends) who are sharing out the house are responsible lots. But hell not they are. If I had to describe them, I'll put them as useless, boneless, rigid jellyfishes. Frankly speaking, if I were in my brother's place, I would have kicked them out, each and everyone of them. Then there's this stupid Indian girl. Sorry to all my friends, but personally, I do find some Indians as selfish, arrogant people. True to my heart when I say this. What happened was this apparently rich KL girl, agreed to rent this place together. What usually comes next was the deposit and front payment of one month rent. No problem with that. Rich as she was, either she or the family thinks that being rich gives them the power to be higher than the rest. She delayed payment of the rent until one month AFTER the due date, causing my brother alot of trouble with the agent. Come on, wake up. Money is not everything. The fact that my brother is kind enough to reserve the place for you is already outrageous enough. If it were to be me, she would have been off my list a long time ago. Talk about drastic measures but hey, who wants such arrogant bitch in the house? Anyways, being the bitch as she is, she flunked her final exams. Now, what is this about rich Indians who are supposed to be smart and clever and most of all, above the rest? Then came the problem. She refused to pay her deposit for the house. Business is business, which I hope her dad isn't into. If he is, run away guys, he's unscrupulous and untrustworthy. She mentioned that her parents are not around to bank in money for her, so she can't pay the money. Erm wait, you're supposed to pay the deposit to the agent in charge one MONTH ago? You're what? Stupid rich Indian girl? One word sums her up enough. B-I-T-C-H. And I do say this with alot of anger. Somehow, thanks to her, my perception towards Indians have plunged dramatically. I do have Indian friends, and some which are close to me.  I hope that this does not make me prejudice towards them, but seriously, I do hope that people will see what is around them and not themselves only. Money is not everything, and money certainly does not make you above others. And stupid rich indian bitch, I really hope you get burned. Not in hell, but a taste of your own medicine. No pun intended here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-1875425063242334499?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1875425063242334499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=1875425063242334499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1875425063242334499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/1875425063242334499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/06/stupid-rich-indian-girl.html' title='Stupid, Rich Indian Girl'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-2315515870434120543</id><published>2007-05-18T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T00:23:58.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolution'/><title type='text'>Revolution 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hope to be able to reorganize my blog...been few and far between i feel... :P So watch out for the revolution...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-2315515870434120543?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2315515870434120543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=2315515870434120543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2315515870434120543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/2315515870434120543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2007/05/revolution-101.html' title='Revolution 101'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-116498803775831747</id><published>2006-12-01T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:32:02.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Click'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Matter of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know that this has been due coming and my last posts were like few and far between. Well, alot of people had asked me my opinion about the movie 'Click'. To be truthful. i haven't watched it yet, not until today. I guess Adam Sandler's movies always had messages written in them. And for me, Click is no different. A man will always put his career first, but Click teaches us not to let our career come between what is important in our lives, our family. A lot could have been said regarding this. Some people believe that friends are most important in their lives. Some people believe that materials are indeed more important in their lives. And yet, it could all be so wrong. Friends, no matter how close they are to us, will come and go one day. The honest truth, I myself sometimes is tired of trying to keep my circle of friends together. Sometimes it is hard when we are the only ones trying, as I had always said. I am not saying that I don't like friends, but we must accept the fact that they too will grow up. They too will have their careers. They too, will spread their wings and fly. All that we could have now is to enjoy every sweet or bitter memories with them and yes, friends will always be an integral part of our lives. In an event where we should come across any problems or difficulties in our lives, not all of our friends will be there for us. The only party that will stand up for us is our family. These are the people that we have blood connection with. These are the people that we connect to. In Click, he fastforwarded his life where he achieved material success, and yet he missed out on the most important part of life, the human connection. "You can't go back to the moment he died, coz you weren't there". Must we wait till our dearest persons in our dies and then only we should let them know that we cared? Should we wait till we lose something, to realise that what had been close to us is what is most valuable after all? Time if passed, can't be rewinded. We do not have a remote that controls our universe. Even if we do, we only see things that we want to see. And those things that we missed, I guess they're the ones that we will regret after. It is not part of our Asian culture to be let known that we care, we care for the people we love, we care for our parents. If we could say I love you to our girlfriends, why not I love you to our momma and papa too? I guess sometimes, these easy words are hard to say. And i guess sometimes, we make the final decisions. Do reflect on your lives. Make a difference. Don't just live to exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-116498803775831747?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/116498803775831747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=116498803775831747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/116498803775831747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/116498803775831747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2006/12/matter-of-life.html' title='A Matter of Life'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-115178017591886472</id><published>2006-07-02T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:33:39.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let down'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>I was let down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;England crashed out of the World Cup on penalties. Well, I guess it had been coming for awhile. We hadn’t been playing the best of football and we’re not setting the world alight. But I hope that from this World Cup, the world can see that Frank Lampard is indeed overrated and not really as good as people think he is. As for the stupid Wayne Rooney, you might be good, you might be the best, but you’re not on top of the world. Everything has its rules and regulations, in football and in life. I am terribly upset today. First of all, England is out of the World Cup. But I am more upset on the way I am being treated by the university I’m in, my ‘beloved’ Universiti Putra Malaysia. For those who didn’t know, I signed up to become a facilitator for the orientation week for the juniors. I thought that this could be a chance for me to serve the university that I looked up upon, a chance for me to serve the juniors coming in, and a chance for me to promote the university. It all went well, though I didn’t get picked as the facilitator for the university, my name was submitted for the facilitator for the college I’m residing in. I’m more than proud of that, though sometimes I don’t necessarily show it. Well, I came back for the week and due to inevitable circumstances, I couldn’t be back to university earlier. Then came the bombshell. A good friend of mine sms-ed me and informed me that those who didn’t get back to the university by Saturday, 1 July 2006 need not return to the university again for the orientation week until it’s over. WTF? Seriously, at first I thought of going back as well, you know since I promised to help out in college, and I’m not a person who goes back on my promises. A promise is a promise. Then again, come to think of it, whoever that person who gave out this order definitely does not appreciate the commitment or effort I’m pouring in for the college or university. I hate it when people question my commitment. For your information, when I do something, I’ll give my full commitment. If someone or something finds my commitment lacking, then I’m sorry. The problem does not lie with me. No pun intended. Anyway, the way these BHEM people do their work, I do not wonder why Malaysia is still lacking behind in mentality or quality compared to other countries. Hello guys. Please wake up. You can’t just ask someone not to do something when he or she is already committed to it. It’s just like asking a manufacturer to stop production of a good when he or she has already has all the things needed to manufacture it. For once, I realized that sometimes there won’t be a silver lining in every cloud. I looked up to the administration of UPM, as I felt they might be the one to initiate a change. What goes up must come down. I guess it came down hard for me. Unless there is a change of mentality, I doubt there is any foreseeable changes to be expected anywhere. Just hope and pray for the best. Sorry guys, you let me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-115178017591886472?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115178017591886472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=115178017591886472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/115178017591886472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/115178017591886472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-let-down.html' title='I was let down...'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-115126131929732803</id><published>2006-06-26T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:34:36.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made so beautiful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The week has been busy for me. I attended a camp in Melaka, a camp in Kem Terendak by the 17 RAMD, which stands for Rejimen Askar Melayu Diraja. Well, at first upon hearing it, I was indeed terrified. If petrified could describe my feelings, then it would be it. There are lots of stories that I heard from my friends and seniors alike, of how tough and scary the camp is. How scary can an army camp be right? Well, very scary indeed. Upon reaching the camp, we were introduced to our 'hotel' for the 4 days we'll be there. It was no hotel, but just a large canvas tent. Then there came the briefing. We were told not to wander around alone and never follow anyone who called out to us. Seems that we're not alone in the forest. Gee. Well, the first activity for that day was absailing. When I first saw the absailing tower, I was like "This is easy". And that was an understatement. Upon reaching up there, my fear of heights got over me, and i tried to absail down 4 times but to no avail. In the end, on my fifth try, I did it. And god was I relieved. It was all down to the Korporal who was up there with me. He told me either way I had to go down, either through the stairs or by absailing down. The stairs is freaky enough you know...you guys should see it to believe it. I am currently nursing an injury caused by this absailing madness. I didn't irrationally jump down k. I reached the ground, let go of the rope and somehow the rope managed to get a swipe at my arm. And god it burns. The injury is still on my arm....still healing like 20% maybe...so you guys who wanna look at it...Please... LOL Anyway, we went into the jungle at night, walking in groups. So that wasn't really that scary. The whole night i couldn't sleep at all. The guys were snoring all the way and it was so damn noisy. Unfortunately for me, the commanders told us that we were visited by our 'friends' that same night i didn't sleep. No wonder I kept hearing noises and sounds of feet trampling on the canvas mat even though no one was up. Well, i mean no harm and i wish to get no harm from any others as well. :) The second day, we were supposed to have an activity called 'Water Confidence'. However, due to some technological error where we weren't informed about bringing swimming trunks...it was called off. The map reading activity was fun as well, but the highlight of the day was indeed the weather. That night, we were supposed to venture into the forest on our own, guided by nothing but a piece of rope all the way to the exit. It was something like a ghost house but this is in the forest. Anyway, I did feel a little terrified, and thank god my lucky stars were shining. Just as it was about to be my turn, it rained so heavily that the tent we're sleeping in came down. Activity was cancelled. Hooray! The next day, was the kayaking part...and it has always been my favourite part of camps. However there was an activity during the evening that stole my heart away. We get to shoot with real guns and real bullets. Wow... We tried out the Styer (not sure if the spelling is correct) and i got praised :P Corporal Rajip told me I'm a sharp shooter. That was the proudest moment of the camp for me. We were supposed to try out M-16 also but time ran out. So better luck next time huh. Though the activities are fun, the part that i missed most about this camp was the people. The corporals are a nice bunch of lads and so are the privates. I guess they really left their footprints in my heart. Especially Corporal Rajip. He was like a father figure for me throughout the camp. He has nothing but words of encouragement for me. And when we sang Auld Lang Syne when we're about to leave, I swore I had to fight back my tears when i shook their hands and bid farewell. I dunno, but I guess I'm really touched by how human they are. So thank you corporals, especially Corporal Rajip. Ajaranmu tetap akan dikenang selama-lamanya. 17 RAMD, I salute you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-115126131929732803?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115126131929732803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=115126131929732803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/115126131929732803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/115126131929732803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2006/06/made-so-beautiful.html' title='Made so beautiful...'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-115004245457812545</id><published>2006-06-12T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:35:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Unpenned and Unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was in Melaka for the weekends. I wasn’t there for the holidays, was sending my bro off to MMU Melaka. I dunno why I’m feeling a little nervous and worried for him, I guess that him being 17 and the thought that he had to fend off the society on his own troubles me. Of course, everyone has to enter this stage of life somehow somewhere in their lives. I guess I’m just worried for my brother. I can’t put into words how worried I am, but I guess he’ll learn and grow up from it. So good luck bro, and take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-115004245457812545?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115004245457812545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=115004245457812545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/115004245457812545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/115004245457812545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2006/06/words-unpenned-and-unsaid.html' title='Words Unpenned and Unsaid'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-114974238331766908</id><published>2006-06-08T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:35:29.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back then...it wasn't posted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I attended my college’s dinner cum graduation prom for the seniors last night. It wasn’t really a grand affair, but it was successful however. What I gained and realized from it though, was that in life, many people will walk in and walk out from you life. People will walk into your life and lighten it up. Some people will walk in and make your life as miserable as they can. Some people will walk out of your life and leave memories behind, either sweet or bitter. Some people will just walk out on you. No matter what it is, I guess that whatever or whoever that walks in and out, that person has been an integral part of you life. Life is beautiful because people made it beautiful. The smiles, the jokes, the laughter. Though I can’t really say that I’ve exactly enjoyed my time here in college, I’m glad that I’ve been here. And together with it, I’ve found people who walked into to my life and leave their footsteps behind. The footsteps is imprinted and forever kept alive. It is a beautiful memory to behold, but as the saying goes, “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”, not everyone shares this with me. I just couldn’t understand how some people can be so biased towards others, and yet, he himself is not even perfect to the fact. To err is to human. We are all prone to errors, but what matters is that when we make mistakes, we learn and earn from it. God did not make us perfect. As a matter of fact, when god created humans, he created grief, death, sickness and a huge wave of destruction. And then he created hope. Hope, can do miracles. It is by itself a miracle. With hope, we can move mountains. With hope, we can split oceans. With hope, we are humans. With hope, tomorrow can be a better day and I’m looking forward to it. Tomorrow shall be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-114974238331766908?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114974238331766908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=114974238331766908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/114974238331766908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/114974238331766908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-thenit-wasnt-posted.html' title='Back then...it wasn&apos;t posted...'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-114974175324087517</id><published>2006-06-08T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:35:59.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Ugly Side of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Results are out again, though I didn’t do real badly, it was way below my expectations. I don’t know what’s gone into me, to say that I was busy, there are others who are way busier than me. To say that I was lazy, I think that will be an overstatement. Now I’m torn between starting the Rotaract Club or not to start it. One hand, it has always been my dream to be able to establish such a club in UPM. I mean, the current condition is kind of pathetic as there is not one club which focuses on giving back to the community, and I feel that life is all about giving. On the other hand, I’m afraid for my results. Will it fall yet again? Two is going to be a crowd. I don’t know. I guess one can say that exams and results are not the main parts of our lives and one can clearly point out that I recently posted something bout excellent results and the end of the world. Well, at that time, I’m full of confidence that I’ll do well. Now, that is what I call understatement. I guess there has been history that whenever I’m overconfident, I’ll tend start daydreaming about future events that are not even bound to happen. First, was in Standard Six. I was at the top of the class for 5 years running and at the final exam of my primary school, I flunked. Though fifth is still a recommendable finish, I had always wanted to be the first. Then came Form Four, where I again surprised myself. Dropping out of the Top Ten in school was bad enough; I was nearly pushed down to another class due to my results. Thank God that didn’t happen. Then it was in Form Six that history repeats itself again. Months before the dreaded STPM exams, I was already dreaming of being the top scorers in my school. Dreaming of being the top student while not being in the nerd category. What achievement that could have been. In the end, I only obtained two As. It was an OK result, but as I said, I have high expectations towards myself, and so does everyone else. It ended up in a big fight with my parents, and looking back I wished things did not turn that ugly. Eventually things got back to normal, but that was then I had a different view on life. Things shouldn’t get so ugly when it already is. I could have avoided the shouting and screaming had I sat down and talked calmly with my parents. I guess, that’s what history is for. For us to learn from it and never make the same mistakes again. There is me, and there is overconfidence. Looks like history has been repeating itself for many, many times, this is the fourth time as far as I can remember. As much as I would like to change this habit of being overconfident and being a daydreamer, I can’t. I’m totally stranded in this world, hoping for someone to throw me a float or something. But then I guess, it is up to us to learn how to swim to save ourselves. A float will not always be there. We will. I wanted to be the champion though I was never born one. I wanted to change things though I was never born to be one. Then again, if I wanted to be a champion who changes things, then I guess no one can stop me. Daydreaming again? Maybe. Only time will tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-114974175324087517?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114974175324087517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=114974175324087517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/114974175324087517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/114974175324087517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2006/06/ugly-side-of-me.html' title='the Ugly Side of Me'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-114702344151605931</id><published>2006-05-08T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:36:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is not Enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's been awhile since i last posted anything. I guess that I'm just being on my lazy side again. Laziness has been an eccentric part of me, I guess I just like to put things on hold till the last minute. Well, i'm back at home for the holidays and is lazing around the house doing nothing. Some of my friends are on the frantic search of part-time jobs, to earn money they say. I do not see the same motivation as them. I dunno why, maybe it's the lazy part of me again, but somehow i feel that it's of not much use to rush into the working world this fast. Take life in sips and savour its flavour. Only then, life is meaningful and beautiful. I guess that for some people, money is kinda important and i must admit that without money in this materialistic world, it's going to be a rough ride for whoever it is. But is money really everything? Does money come above other precious things in the world that even money can't buy? To answer this, one has to really ask themselves. Do i control money or do money control me? Life in short, is short and nothing's gonna change the fact that our days are numbered. It's just that sometimes people take their life for granted and throw away all things meaningful. I guess we never miss water until the tap runs dry. I'm not gonna write more as i can feel laziness creeping in. I'll end with a meaningful story i read on the net. The writer wrote, "When I was young, I wanted to change the world. I wanted to change the world into a better place. When I couldn't change the world, I wanted to change my country. I wanted a change so that my country will be better received. When I couldn't change my country, I wanted to change my state. I wanted my state to be a better place for its citizens. Now I'm old, and nothing has changed. Then I realised. All I needed was to change myself. When I change myself, I will influence my family to change. When my family changes, they'll influence the town to change. When my town changes, they'll influence the state to change. And when my state changes, it'll influence the country to change. All we need to change the world, was to change ourselves. And yet, no one seemed to notice this. I guess when you're too big for the world, you're gonna be too big for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-114702344151605931?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114702344151605931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=114702344151605931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/114702344151605931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/114702344151605931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-is-not-enough.html' title='The World is not Enough...'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-114380743523581636</id><published>2006-03-31T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:06:44.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Newborn Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The public examination results are out again and yes, every year we hear bout students scoring and breaking records in the number of As obtained. Well, kudos and congratulations to all those who did well in the exams. For those who didn't, do not worry, tomorrow will be a better day. When God closes one door, he'll open another door for us. We just have to find which door it is. But then again, I guess there's no need for anyone to feel suicidal about getting poor results. One thing that I have learned is that good results do not guarantee us success in life. Yes, it might offer security if one get good results, but it does not mean success. With good results, we might have a more secure life ahead. But it doesn't mean secure is good. What I'm trying to point out is that there'll be a point in life when all our academic achievements will merely be on paper and does not mean anything much. What is important is that we have communication skills. Which means that how we interact and who we interact with are the most important basis of an illustrious career. I've seen my own kind, that is the Chinese mixing with Chinese only, and i'm not proud of that. Life is too short to discriminate. I've seen Malays mixing with Malays only, and I'm not proud of that. Life is too short to differentiate. And I've seen Indians mixing with Indians only, and I'm not proud of that. Life's too short to be inconsiderate. Life after all is beautiful because people made it beautiful. Life is beautiful when we share. I'm not asking each and everyone of you to go out and start talking to everyone you meet like a madman. But please, mix around. Sometimes, it's who we know that helps us get things done. Not what we know. This might sound like misusing our friends, but truthfully, i'm sure everyone feels the same way. I'll help my friends, but will i get it in return? :P Anyway, this post is to all those who didn't score well in the exams. Tomorrow will be a better day, if we try hard enough. Good Luck guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-114380743523581636?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114380743523581636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=114380743523581636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/114380743523581636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/114380743523581636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2006/03/newborn-day.html' title='A Newborn Day...'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-113989563269848252</id><published>2006-02-14T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:50:25.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Headaches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gee...what a hectic week it has been since the CNY break. Came back and had to prepare for my college's chinese new year celebration thingy. I didn't know that it was supposed to be that early as initially we were informed that the thingy will be held after CNY. Dunno what the heck are those people above thinking. Well, gladly it came out alright though. Then had to endure two tests on Sunday, which had been crazeee as both requires lots of memory power. And guess what, two weeks later from now, I still have more tests!!! AARGH!!! I guess I'm a little sick and tired of having to take tests. I mean, ever since Primary One, all we care about school is about TESTS and EXAMS. Put aside the friends and everything, do we really go to school to study and learn new stuffs or do we go to school to take tests? Haha. Come to think of it, i think it has been nearly 13 years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;long since I had been taking tests and exams. Sick right? No wonder there's this thing going on about Malaysian students being exam orientated. Since what we do most in school is taking exams. :P If only Mr. Lim Kok Wing can come up with a Tak Nak! campaign for exams as well. I'm sure it'll be more well received than the stop smoking campaign. :D No puns intended! This week and next will really be a hectic week for me. I just realised that I have around 4 assignments to pass up in 2 weeks time. What's this about assignments la? KIlling me... But i guess it all comes down to the fact that i didn't start doing them early. :D Procrastination is the thief of time as they say. H-A-H-A. I'm missing the idiot box alot. Stupid tv in the tv room can't seem to function well. Moreover, not every people watches the same tv programmes as i do. Gee. That's shocking. :P Now i'm contemplating if i should move out from the college next year or not. Mom seems to want me to stay in. By moving out, of course i can watch tv and everything but moneywise, it's rather expensive. I mean per month i should be spending around 700-800 alone...that's why it's not really advisable for me...Don't wanna burden me parents..Haih...dunno le...These few days life is filled with dilemmas...But then again, what the heck is life without dilemmas? :D I'm not going to start talking about life here again, as my previous posts had been about. I just told Jeremi his blog sounds suicidal. I guess my blog sounds DEATH. LOL. But i'm not going to die that fast. Still wanna earn my first million by 30. Wondering if it's possible over here in Malaysia. Hehe. Anyway, for those who reads my blog, thanks for reading. My posts will be few and far between as i do not currently own a laptop yet. When i get mine, i guess there will be more posts then. Well, take care then guys, I'm signing off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-113989563269848252?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/113989563269848252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=113989563269848252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/113989563269848252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/113989563269848252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2006/02/bloody-headaches.html' title='Bloody Headaches...'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711924.post-113864388193746484</id><published>2006-01-31T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:09:16.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture of a Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's funny how a picture is worth a thousand words. I was looking through some photos i took with my friends quite some time ago. And all sweet and decent memories began to fill up my head. Isn't it funny how something so small like a photo can trigger such emotions? Anyway, I really miss the times I had with my friends. Not that my current university mates are bad or something, but i don't really feel the warmth in the friendship. Maybe it takes time to build things up, but somehow, i had always felt a gap there. To make things worse, to say this honestly, sometimes i don't feel sincerity in some of the friendships i had with them. I seriously have no idea why I'm saying this, but you know, you can feel that something is missing everytime. I know, I know, in life, we'll never always get things our way. So what I can do is to bear with it and go on with my life. Everything goes on right? Seriously speaking, I had lots of regrets about my friendship with my old mates. I regretted not spending more quality time with them. I regretted not having much fond memories of them. And i regretted not taking too many photos with them. It's like i don't have a 'hard-copy' of the times i spent with them. All i have now is vague and fading memories i keep in my head. Well, when the time is there and I never did those things that i wished i did, I guess all that i can do now is to look back at the times passed and wished that i did what i didn't do. But it is kinda tiring though, I mean, it's hard when you're the only one trying to keep in touch with everyone. I guess when you try too hard to get everything done, all you're gonna get is something small. Maybe some will say it's stupid to do so, but i sincerely feel, when these people had been part of you life, it's reasonable enough to keep that part of it. Get what i mean? Our friends had been an integral part of our life, our teenage life. To lose them, is to lose our teenage years. And it supposed to be the most wonderful time of our lives. It is tough though, when you're the only one who looks at it that way. &lt;sigh&gt;I have a dream though. I wanna gather all my friends in one big gathering. Maybe soon, maybe later. But i'm sure to do it. Life and it's experience is worth more than to just dream it. Thus I'll not dream it. I'll make sure it happens. And that's my word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711924-113864388193746484?l=liangseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/feeds/113864388193746484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711924&amp;postID=113864388193746484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/113864388193746484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711924/posts/default/113864388193746484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liangseng.blogspot.com/2006/01/picture-of-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture of a Thousand Words'/><author><name>liang seng</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ncJx_AGA1hk/SSwGMCVFG5I/AAAAAAAAAUs/ucKRjLpGZDc/S220/Image069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
