<?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-8388477856029372564</id><updated>2012-01-27T05:21:48.576-06:00</updated><category term='Midnight Grunts'/><category term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><category term='Vacation Grunts'/><category term='Informational Grunts'/><category term='Pictures Grunts'/><category term='Festive Grunts'/><category term='Daytime Grunts'/><title type='text'>My Groans &amp; Grunts</title><subtitle type='html'>A noisy sensation for me to call upon</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7499564008610422340</id><published>2009-05-20T09:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:14:20.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Made my day</title><content type='html'>Effing good shit! It only took me 20minutes to reach office this morning! Woot! That means more time to read google news and yahoo! finance. yeah right! hahaha... though the best shot is en-tour to office few of the good shit songs got played CONSECUTIVELY! Isn't that awesome?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note! Wilson's gonna follow my old footsteps soon! Hahaha... Fucked up dy the fella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-7499564008610422340?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7499564008610422340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7499564008610422340&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7499564008610422340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7499564008610422340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2009/05/made-my-day.html' title='Made my day'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-8786738409893925884</id><published>2009-05-09T10:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:20:04.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>101 Dalmations</title><content type='html'>Watta night... It was pretty hot during the day though not as hot as yesterday or few days ago. I did mention "watta night" but it's just the usual Saturday night. The good thing is that I found a place with good Thai food. Delicious tom-yam I dare say. Was thinking on where to have a dinner for Mother's Day and dad came out with this place that his friend mentioned. No, it's not a fancy restaurant or dining place but rather a stall ala restaurant located somewhere in Cheras's Taman Muda. That place is run by Thai's so no comment there. Finally, a place for me to get some decent tom-yam after craving for it for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is all for Mother's Day. Yeah I know. Such a bad son of me not doing anything fancy for my mom. Tell you what. Suggest some ideas for me that I could probably do for Mother's Day that I won't get nag at. Something new. Something fresh. This is your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to 12am, am wrapped up with blankets in my room with the air-condition being turned on with a good decent temperature. Only thing missing is some white flakes to look at outside the window while sipping a cup of coffee. Still, I got some sentimental ballads turned on as always. Been awhile since I played all these too. Ahhh. The beautiful sound of the piano for each songs. Why are most ballads using piano to add the emo-ness? No idea. Enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm emo just because I'm listening to all these. Think of it as a relaxation therapy. If I'm really emo, mind you, I would be listening to trance. Weird? I think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is in 5-6 days. How well prepared I am? No justification there. Help! That's all I can say. My brain haven't been in-tuned to study lately. All I can think of is what are the un-checked items listed on my tasklisk sticking somewhere in my cubicle and how am I going to make it a check without a new un-checked item coming in like a rolling stone. I won't or will not try to justify just how much I have to do. All I can say it's a pain in d ass. Though now that I mention this, I was quite taken aback and saden by how I was being underestimated in what I am doing and how much I'm doing (note: this is an emo statement). Am not sure how long this had been but still, if such thought is to occur, definitely it has got to be there for awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading back. The way I'm typing this post out looks very mono. Blame it on the brain dead. Have patience. Am gonna try copy some new writing formats after I've finish devouring the 2 new books I bought but still left unopened in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Maybe I'll post up some pictures I've been taking with my I-phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-8786738409893925884?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/8786738409893925884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=8786738409893925884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8786738409893925884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8786738409893925884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2009/05/101-dalmations.html' title='101 Dalmations'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3013200657452729483</id><published>2009-05-03T07:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T07:19:36.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Knock off</title><content type='html'>This is a sad news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit a cat while I was driving today. It would have much better if I killed it straight. I'm not being cruel here but I guess I only hit it's back half portion. It's gonna die soon so why must I let it die a painful miserable death? Feeling unease of such cruelty that I put upon the poor cat. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... I'm planning to go on a gruffly kinda look. Plan ta keep my facial hair... What's your take readers?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3013200657452729483?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3013200657452729483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3013200657452729483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3013200657452729483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3013200657452729483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2009/05/knock-off.html' title='Knock off'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3014782089854998249</id><published>2009-04-23T08:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:43:26.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>99th posting!</title><content type='html'>I love to read story books and novels. That is why I tend to prefer words over figures. However, I chose a job that mostly deals with figures instead of words. Then a chance for me to brush back my writing skills in my job dance beautifully in front of me, but I took off to the road of figures dumping the words once again. That's why this site has been left empty for months. I dropped my thinking pen, tuck it in nicely into the drawer and draws it out once again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try ta write up a pretty post here. Another excuse for me to hid my pen all these while is that I always complained (to Flora especially, since she bugs me to update here) that I've got no inspiration or no ideas on what to put. Now that I think of it, what better to post up for now than my own personal vain update?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try shall we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brief introduction first though! I'm Jack. Been dumping this happy, exciting, emo yadah yadah site for 4 months now! Haven't gone shopping in ages, well, I think since Chinese New Year. Sounds wrong right? But yeah! It's kinda hard to get the clothes that will start my drive on shopping spree here in KL. Yes! I so so so missed the shoppings in the States! Especially those jackets! Soon people... Soon! Anyhow, Jack is still Jack. Still very jumpy too! It's still too early to settle my ass properly on something firm. It prefers to dangle in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... What's more to write? Hmmm... Pictures? I don't have much pictures of myself taken recently too. I'm not a cam-whore sorta person. Haha... Was reading my previous posts and there was a post with Hendrik (Michelle's Pappa Rich) saying my blog is too wordy. Hahaha! Ooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Okay! Back to main point. Updates... Updates! Heck! I got one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.... For now... ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3014782089854998249?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3014782089854998249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3014782089854998249&amp;isPopup=true' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3014782089854998249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3014782089854998249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2009/04/99th-posting.html' title='99th posting!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3103620571501836223</id><published>2009-01-04T02:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:21:02.597-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Happy 2009</title><content type='html'>Yeah man! I know this is a bit late but... BETTER LATE THAN NEVER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! HAPPY 2009 folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena lottery?! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3103620571501836223?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3103620571501836223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3103620571501836223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3103620571501836223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3103620571501836223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3908777015374755282</id><published>2008-12-30T06:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:27:11.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Witthout You Day: 3289</title><content type='html'>Wow... How time flies? And yet I'm still writing this?! Goodness! Rindu-nyeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3908777015374755282?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3908777015374755282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3908777015374755282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3908777015374755282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3908777015374755282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/witthout-you-day-3289.html' title='Witthout You Day: 3289'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-4143234423806869977</id><published>2008-12-24T09:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:22:01.294-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive Grunts'/><title type='text'>Xmas 08'</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to all out there. Whether it's a white xmas, brown xmas, tropic xmas or any xmas you can think of.... MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dear sis who posted a blog for wishing me Happy Birthday 23 days ago, now is my turn to do my part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLORA! Have a great one this double 2s year! I might! So you should too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SVJSUSYN7RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rQEXk7Qpza0/s1600-h/41NkDL260FL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SVJSUSYN7RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rQEXk7Qpza0/s320/41NkDL260FL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283375821343288594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember from Home Alone II that a pair of turtle doves on the Christmas tree ornament is meant for friendship. I've learned and heard a lot on friendship. So, this Christmas I'm gonna give out a turtle dove of many pairs to each one of you out there as a symbol of our friendship and love. First one to Flora (her birthday so have ta put in her name first right). The list of names goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is what we put our heart through and through as we journey out over age and time. Appreciate it everyone! Merry Xmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-4143234423806869977?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4143234423806869977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=4143234423806869977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4143234423806869977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4143234423806869977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-08.html' title='Xmas 08&apos;'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SVJSUSYN7RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/rQEXk7Qpza0/s72-c/41NkDL260FL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1526773594109083477</id><published>2008-12-16T07:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:22:21.290-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Excuses</title><content type='html'>Goodness! Nowadays I'm just too tired, lazy, packed and many more excuses to post up much on the blog. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things are yet to be said. But as above, :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1526773594109083477?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1526773594109083477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1526773594109083477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1526773594109083477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1526773594109083477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/excuses.html' title='Excuses'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-2619912148722161620</id><published>2008-12-08T01:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:13:39.055-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>123</title><content type='html'>123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing day! Thanks everyone for all those many wishes! Especially those few who called or tried calling me all the way from U.S. Really apppppreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing day too (more like night)! Got myself pissed drunk again! A few regrets there and here but I'll passed it soon. Puked out stuffs from both my stomach and heart. Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I realized that Korean girls are quite hot too whether real or not! But I'm loyal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-2619912148722161620?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/2619912148722161620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=2619912148722161620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2619912148722161620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2619912148722161620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/123.html' title='123'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5541588062941915784</id><published>2008-11-30T06:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:42:40.787-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Busy busy</title><content type='html'>Man! Each time I've some inspiration to blog or post something up I would lose all these ideas or motivation to write them up by the time I switched my laptop on and check my Facebook. Just an update, been busy at work all week long. Consolation for being a hardworking employee would be 2 movies night out (Madagascar II and Twilight) and a company sports club annual dinner. Guess what! I was in the performance team. Somehow I always get forced to participate in this kinda stuff. Well, the good thing was that we actually won the other teams (it was kinda a surprise I dare say since there was this one team that could dance with a better oomph than us..HOT!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the negative side, something has been bothering me lately. By a lot too! I've been trying to get some advices from certain "professional"s but for now everything seemed to be in not really good looking. The best idea would still be my very own idea which is to chill out and watch. Tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is it. Ciao peepz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5541588062941915784?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5541588062941915784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5541588062941915784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5541588062941915784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5541588062941915784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-697373822075273821</id><published>2008-11-24T07:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:21:39.277-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna exploit my blog! Indirectly~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be turning "old" soon and I've no idea how to make it into a fun gather gather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished exploiting! Now you all know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please prepare accordingly... Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-697373822075273821?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/697373822075273821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=697373822075273821&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/697373822075273821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/697373822075273821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3306544518067010614</id><published>2008-11-16T08:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:28:39.143-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>As promised. An update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who missed Keny and Sook's wedding ceremony and dinner. Don't worry. I bet your passion for shark fin soup or the fun were present. I felt the Force (being a Star War fan). Anyhow, now that's all over the bride and the groom deserve the short term rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm gonna write below is gonna get this post a couple comments such as, "I told you lo, Jack!" or "You see... xxxx very nice ehh." sorta. Here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving home to KL from Penang and vice verse on Friday, I definitely need to pass by the middle point of Ipoh. Ipoh being geographically situated among hills of rocks (batu kapur if my memory serves me well) made it something like Quillin of China. So, it's the Quillin of Malaysia. Not to forget, loads of my male friends had always made statements that Ipoh is famous for good looking people of the opposite sex. I've yet to be proven onto. Anyhow, I'm not gonna start burning up my male hormone in this post. Maybe later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was driving and looking in front tentatively, I was also admiring the nice scenery those stony rock-hills created. It's astonishing as for both of the times I travelled that certain stretch, it was like most of my bulks of negativity recently has been unloaded of my back. I feel refreshed. Not bad huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, a few old songs that were played from my I-Pod randomness made me think back of my desires. Now I remember why I wanted to study in US all these years. It's because I read too many Archies (the song Sugar Sugar was being played) and watched too many old American movies (the very old ones). I got attracted to the features that were imagined when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the song "Yesterday Once More" by The Carpenters was being played, I imagined back to the old times such as the 50s or the 60s where life (no doubt harsher) but much simpler than now. I got all these ideas from the old movies. Hollywood really got into me when I was a kid. I do hope some readers remember some of the movies showing a kid wearing a flat cap with checkered shorts running up an empty street with a few old Ford cars on the sidewalk while swinging their baseball bats or ice-lollies. Don't make me be the only one who still is a kid at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah! Being refreshed and reminiscing all those old thoughts and memories definitely gave me some "Quantum of Solace" or how they put is as "Kebahagiaan Dalam Dunia Penuh Kesengsaraan". Kudos to our translators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, maybe I ought to travel up North more often. Okay Ipoh peepz. You may shoot me now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3306544518067010614?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3306544518067010614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3306544518067010614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3306544518067010614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3306544518067010614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7412556429182561950</id><published>2008-11-12T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:14:22.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog of solace</title><content type='html'>A soon update! I promise...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-7412556429182561950?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7412556429182561950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7412556429182561950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7412556429182561950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7412556429182561950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-of-solace.html' title='Blog of solace'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-58899258362859204</id><published>2008-10-31T11:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:19:32.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Cleaning up the engine</title><content type='html'>Working is like taking a totally different path that you've ever walked. Even if you might have previous experience or knowledge of working but taking a turn from your usual life into a working life is a serious change. Why do I say this? Because I'm taking that drastic turn right now. And I bet somewhere out there, are people who agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking my new change for about 3 months now. No wonder how good I am being able to accustom myself to different culture or different environment where ever I go, I'm still taking my time. Childish to say this but there are too many good things to be sacrificed once work has started. I'm getting the income to enjoy life. So true! But at a cost too. I'm not fretting. I'm just sharing it out. A lot of people I know are always in desperate to start their working life as fast as possible. My advise is take things slow. Enjoy your current standing because time can never be wind back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll just take things slow. What ever I can handle, I'll take it. Else, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KIV&lt;/span&gt;. Act spontaneously. I'm just to used to such actions. Planning is not really a forte of mine. It's my parents. I do not want to be too bounded by logical perceptions. This is my new stress-release program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna start attending gym somewhere in mid of November. It's time to take things to action and shape up. Things will always turn out better if you tweak with the engine. I'm in lacking of releasing sweat for the moment. Which gym I'm gonna attend? Still undecided. The place with my most demographic preference of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-58899258362859204?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/58899258362859204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=58899258362859204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/58899258362859204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/58899258362859204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/10/cleaning-up-engine.html' title='Cleaning up the engine'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3692008807617098137</id><published>2008-10-28T07:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:52:27.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daytime Grunts'/><title type='text'>I don't wanna know</title><content type='html'>Was listening to the radio while on my way back and somehow bumped into this song. Used to listen to this every morning while taking the train to college. Enjoy! I miss college times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/frvg9hfJYBo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/frvg9hfJYBo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8388477856029372564-3692008807617098137?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3692008807617098137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3692008807617098137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3692008807617098137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3692008807617098137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-wanna-know.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna know'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-6420713229486958766</id><published>2008-10-18T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:16:21.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Instead of thou</title><content type='html'>It's midnight. Before midnight, it was dusk. I noticed. I noticed the shape of the clouds during sunset. I noticed I haven't look up into the sky, my best solace, look up into the silver lining of every cloud, for a very long time now. No wonder the economic has been bad. Not the world economy, it's not affected by the up factor but my very own economical feeling and mood. In a spot of emptiness in the middle of the colossal of clouds, the orange-ness and gleaming gold of the sun ray shines right through signifying a provider of hope and direction which says, "Come this way." I did not reach out as I know, and I always do, that the view of the sky now, in midnight, will also says the same. This has been my solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit this. I have been lacking motivation and passion for these past several weeks. I've putting up effort in fifth gear to show a positive and optimistic side. But, as always, I could never muster to it all alone.  I need companions. And as the only person aging 22 in the house, I seek companions out there. My brotherhoods and sisterhoods. I nearly forgot my best solace. I'm so unmotivated that I had seek the darker and lonelier path. Among the shadows cast by the walls on both sides of a lonely lane. Tonight, I remember, that there is always a dark friend that has been comforting me for these many years now. It's dark but it still sparkles. The stars scattering randomly made it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold a grudge. Against you. Against your kind. I finally realized that I've not let go. Not even after these years. My grudge to sum up itself will hold a history textbook looked shameful. You've outwitted me. For that, I seek surrender. But I let go off my white flag with a taint of mistrust and grudge. I seek to change but I missed. I missed out several trains that would have lead me to a better platform far away. But I was bearing too much of this grudge. I could not blame you. I myself did the same before also. It is as what the old ones say, "What goes around, comes around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of putting up a brave and bold front, I've always putting up a negative on my back. I need someone who would support me else instead of thou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-6420713229486958766?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6420713229486958766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=6420713229486958766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6420713229486958766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6420713229486958766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/10/instead-of-thou.html' title='Instead of thou'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-9080641638822385436</id><published>2008-10-13T07:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:05:09.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Cough! Cough! Cough!</title><content type='html'>Here's an update. And I believe many would be laughing happily reading this phrase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a flu attack last Thursday night. Was all feverish the whole night (bad sleep due to my concept of fever = unpleasant dreams). Luckily, I only had a half day on Friday. I did got myself some really good medicine after work, which was finally getting my long awaited clothes from ZARA. Hahaha... That was an immediate cure. Though only for temporary. Immediately the day after which I had my steamboat (pictures and videos to be loaded on next post), the cough was incurable. I kept on coughing till the very now. Maybe I need more shopping. (  ^ .^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to this song a lot nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2CagzsFdCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2CagzsFdCo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8388477856029372564-9080641638822385436?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/9080641638822385436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=9080641638822385436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/9080641638822385436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/9080641638822385436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/10/cough-cough-cough.html' title='Cough! Cough! Cough!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7602512774982013984</id><published>2008-10-08T07:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:01:43.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>Cosmopolitan</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Too bored. It's gonna spread a mundane toned down mood to everyone who reads my blog nowadays. Not only me though. Have been chatting a lot with Flora on MSN these few days. A lot since God knows when. Anyhow, this post is not to talk about Flora. Not enough time to write all the stuffs on her alone. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my boring fingers are typing and shuffling along the cursor, I landed on Cosmopolitan website and was browsing some of the articles there. I found one of it to be "Love Questions Every Guy Ask Himself". And so I thought to myself, among all these questions, which that I asked myself before? Here's the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does she think I’m funny?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What's she like in bed?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are lulls in the conversation first-date awkwardness or a sign that she has nothing to say?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I really willing to give up on other potentials for her?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will my friends like her?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will she eventually look as MILF-hot (or troll-like) as her mom does?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She may work now, but do I make enough money to support her and a family if I need to?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can I be happy never having sex with another woman for the rest of...my...life?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my list of questions that I used (or some maybe still) to think of. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-7602512774982013984?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7602512774982013984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7602512774982013984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7602512774982013984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7602512774982013984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/10/cosmopolitan.html' title='Cosmopolitan'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-323808416151836115</id><published>2008-10-04T08:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:37:57.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>What you think!</title><content type='html'>I've been bitching a lot lately. Yes I know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's why this time, this post is dedicated to all you readers out there who know me to bitch on this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to bitch? Of course about the author himself! You can bitch anything you want about me. What you think about the author... Your author wants to change himself a little (not gonna go too much but maybe tiny little). Anyhow, cut things short, leave up the bitching and put anonymous if you want to (though I'll probably know who you are by how you type). Oh! Most importantly, it would be best if you could comment on my PR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-323808416151836115?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/323808416151836115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=323808416151836115&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/323808416151836115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/323808416151836115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-you-think.html' title='What you think!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-8682735316547068356</id><published>2008-10-02T01:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:24:18.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daytime Grunts'/><title type='text'>Hari Raya Day II</title><content type='html'>Today's the second day of the Raya celebration for the Muslim (also the second day of my holiday)! It's really hard to accept the fact that I won't be touching office for another 3 more days! Yay! Holidays are hard to come by once you started working. Believe me. It's that precious! Well, if you are the sorta person who is dedicated and absolutely obssessed with your work like Audrey then going to work is really a no brainer. Anyhow, skip the work topic. I'm on holiday! Should be thinking of other bigger pictures in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I do forget. It's Elizabeth's birthday today! Happy Birthday! Enjoy being ** (I know you'll appreciate the age-censored). Anyhow, I did promise to join ya celebration but was kinda busy! Hehe... Soon ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did realize soemthing regarding this blog of mine. It lacks information! I seemed to be posting a lot of bimbo postings on myself and stuffs that I rarely post up some screwed up wild thoughts of wisdom that I usually did last time. Oh well! Maybe I just love to brag nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very important information that I just remembered though. I haven't gone shopping yet!!! Due to unforeseen reasons, my shopping-mate (not gonna make her feel guilty by putting her name here but I think most of you know who she is) FFK-ed me yesterday. It's a good enough reason and I accepted her excuse. Anyhow, the point is I still haven't shop yet! Luckily, I was able to fill in the busy-turned-void day yesterday by going with Audrey and Shawn. Phew! Anyhow, shopping-mate said we're gonna shop tomorrow. So, keep my fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-8682735316547068356?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/8682735316547068356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=8682735316547068356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8682735316547068356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8682735316547068356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/10/hari-raya-day-ii.html' title='Hari Raya Day II'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1892427151105279226</id><published>2008-09-29T07:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:16:12.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A GOOD usual day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey there peepz! Today is a good day! Everything went out normally and the best thing is that holiday is coming in another day's time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of good stuffs that I figured kinda contributed to this normal happy day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I woke up at 2 a.m. this morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad's back! Sometime after 2 a.m. this morning! Good! Now that he's back, I can finally go out and let go some manly responsibility in the house! Plus I can go out till late too! *Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traffic was unbelievably smooth this morning! Hardly any cars on the road at all! I reached office in good time 20 minutes! Less smoke from the road as I made my walk to the office from the parking lot. The air just seemed so much fresher!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boss wasn't in a hurry for me to submit the work which I had been given my weekends to as I still haven't complete them up! It's just that tough to understand the new model. Yes! I'm kinda dumb nowadays. Be patient with me everyone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Though it's wrong for me to feel or notice this, I remembered how sweet a smile can be. (  ^ .^)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I secured a shopping getaway with my setapak-shopping-kaki (yes! your nick got longer) on this Wednesday. I'm not gonna shop a lot but I'm definitely gonna shop for something. I feel my wardrobe has become a little too queasy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Audrey suggested to go white-water rafting since we have such a long holiday (5 days!) and I said ," You plan it! I'm in!" Simple and nice. Now that I thought of it, I wonder who she's gonna ask along for such exciting activity! *Hint hint* (  ^ .^)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Setapak-kaki just called and asked me to go for lunch tomorrow! Something different for lunch for a change! Thanks! See you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Not bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what could actually make today much better you asked? Not that I'm greedy but if there was a certain beep on my cell from a certain someone would definitely make everything so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Sorry Elizabeth for not being able to make it to your earlier celebration for your birthday! Will make it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1892427151105279226?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1892427151105279226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1892427151105279226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1892427151105279226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1892427151105279226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-usual-day.html' title='A GOOD usual day!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-4206627772507956673</id><published>2008-09-25T07:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:02:35.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Rihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SNuKjjc-kJI/AAAAAAAAASY/2TPsFJG7Lh0/s1600-h/rihanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SNuKjjc-kJI/AAAAAAAAASY/2TPsFJG7Lh0/s320/rihanna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249942134047281298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean Rihanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to her songs for some long time but did not really watch any of the MVs like till recently. Anyway, what can I say, for a young girl (younger than me too! She's only 20!), she's got the pretty look and the sexy look! What am I talking about? I have no idea! Haha... This is the song I like most from her list of goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9r_5z_gOWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9r_5z_gOWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I heard on the radio recently that her latest bob hair-cut is an in-thing right now in for hair-dos. People (ladies of course) have been turning up into the salon and asking, "I wanna do the Rihanna." And I agree! That hairstyle looks good on girls with sharp features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SNuLRcUFUwI/AAAAAAAAASg/WEYPCr1t0T4/s1600-h/rihannabob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SNuLRcUFUwI/AAAAAAAAASg/WEYPCr1t0T4/s320/rihannabob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249942922404909826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rihanna Fall 2008 Hair-style&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/8388477856029372564-4206627772507956673?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4206627772507956673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=4206627772507956673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4206627772507956673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4206627772507956673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/rihanna.html' title='Rihanna'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SNuKjjc-kJI/AAAAAAAAASY/2TPsFJG7Lh0/s72-c/rihanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7180408586131683148</id><published>2008-09-24T07:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:56:04.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Video</title><content type='html'>Yo everyone! Was cleaning my files the other day and thought of uploading a video I made back in US before I left. Not that of an awesome video. Wish I could make something better! But anyhow, will try to improvise it one day! A big long video... I have loads of everyone's embarrassing videos and photos especially Wilson (you all know why). For now, ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMzxRasYvzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cMzxRasYvzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8388477856029372564-7180408586131683148?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7180408586131683148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7180408586131683148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7180408586131683148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7180408586131683148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5295733512248031670</id><published>2008-09-19T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:43:34.447-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>A Bitching Post</title><content type='html'>*DO not start reading since the post would contain "impolite" contents*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote the warning up there about 3 hours ago then left it untouched. When I was driving home from work earlier (bout 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; PM), my mind was a turbulence. I was venting up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of anger and frustration on many things especially on myself. This is just one of those days (male PMS). Anyhow, the warning above was meant for things that I wanted to write when the turbulence was at full power having need the curses such as fuck and stuffs. Let's see if I can still muster back the anger and frustration for this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;toc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;toc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;toc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;toc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;toc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't! But I can still put in the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was young and studying hard (maybe...) someone told me that I would get the chance to enjoy life when I finish my education and start working. I have finished my education (supposedly) and have started working, but I don't see which part of it is enjoying life. I go to work early in the morning, spent nearly 12 hours in the office working on something that until now I'm not sure whether I like it or not, coming home to study for professional papers! What is this?! It is just so lifeless and baseless! Study? I thought (and so I did when I was young) that once I finished my tertiary and begin to get my own salary, I wouldn't need to touch book (in a short term at least) and at least get to enjoy life as I wanted to more. I graduated on May, went on a trip for a month, came back somewhere in June, and what! Open my books for examinations again! And starting working! Honestly, I did strayed off my path in studies once in awhile but I was still pursuing it while hindering much tempts and desires. I bare myself with the thought I would get to enjoy life later. What I do notice now is things that should been done in young age, I did not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daily schedule is like home to work to home to food to books to bed and the cycle continues. Weekends? I don't even go out that often during weekends having most of my time spent in the house or sometimes in the gaming center. My lifestyle changed! It is not satisfying anymore! There are many more activities that I've been exposed to and am currently unable to continue on. Right now, my lifestyle is no different than a fucking nerd or a Japanese otaku sorta person (no offence)! If there is one thing I don't wanna be is a nerd. I lived that lifestyle before and am satisfied that I should pursue my other lifestyles. Speaking of being a nerd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fucking gutless (seemed to me I'm getting back on fire)! I've been in a deficit for bout years now! It's time to revolutionary process into something else. At least not a deficit! Our Malaysian standing and situation is in a shit now and if something new is to happen I do hope that something new might occur to me now! Back to the point, I'm fucking gutless and useless. Came back like for 3 months already and I did set my eyes on 2! But what can I say besides the F word. First one was like, "Oh, it won't happen. This and that. Not to forget some of the dumb rules!". I wasn't dare enough to give some hints. I did give but nothing on the big side. Not that she will notice. Anyhow, like I said, "Screw it!" Then I decided to try with the second one. And what?! The best I could do in a week is to just get a few messages and chats? This is so depressing! Quoted from a friend, "I need a chick! With a bottle of whisky too!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The above paragraph did show how "wai lui sei" I am right at this moment. But some of you might not get the part of having someone next to you. Seeing someone who changes the beat in your life. Life might be thrill or still but having someone that enters and remixes the tune would just make a song out of it. Sometimes I thought back and say, "I didn't treat them good enough." Blame myself for it. Sometimes I'm just too stupid. By the way, everyone knows this but so far, the person who did remixes my tune alot was what alot of friend named as "the bitch" (Rain and Danielle being the main people responsible for it, not that I'm gonna argue it now) but at least I did get some of those "happy feelings" that you can't get normally. Therefore, I want those feelings (different people of course)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advices are welcomed but not of those that I can tell what you are gonna say just by knowing you and seeing your face! Would be best if ideas on courtship is given, I've seemed to have dried out. DAMN WORKING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5295733512248031670?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5295733512248031670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5295733512248031670&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5295733512248031670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5295733512248031670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/bitching-post.html' title='A Bitching Post'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-4718498335605085432</id><published>2008-09-16T07:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:23:29.826-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures Grunts'/><title type='text'>Health Issue</title><content type='html'>Health issue? Oh my God! Our author is sick? Shit! What should we do? Is he okay? Is he gonna continue posting up his sexy grunts and funny groans? We should him send him some flowers (from the sickbed: I'll prefer money for medical fees)!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fear not! Worry not! But all the reasons you should care for! Your author is not sick or anything. Maybe alittle love sick (as usual: I just love everyone... Girls I mean) but no major huge issues people! Haha...&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though for this issue I am gonna post up something related to health. My health check-up that is! Haha... I'm not a doctor therefore am lazy or not qualified to speak my behalf on matters regarding health and stuffs. If I'm gonna post up something related to those I bet, bet heavily too, that supposed to be posting gonna get a bombard of comments from my fellow doctor readers; Yee Ming, Stella, Jean and Caryn (anymore doctors that I have accidentally left out), pointing out my irrelevances and ignorance on that medical issue. Doctors! The only thing that they won't lose to a lawyer in terms of speech is on medical issues! Still, I'm rebellious! Am gonna post up some of my placebo beliefs and methods should I experience or recall any in due time. Don't nag! Some or I should say most of you have been living with the very same "placebo" beliefs up till now! Plus, I'm one of the bigger drug store in my U.S. community after Seth of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be grunting on my medical check-up! Poor memory! Yes! I did a blood test last Saturday in Pantai Bangsar (pretty far more my own residence huh) and also a brief check-up before I took on my job bout a month and a half ago. What can I say! All my checkers said that I'm perfectly healthy! Healthy! Yay! Was pretty worried of my own health in general as I lack exercising nowadays plus having irregular heaert-burn at times (since my younger years too). Anyhow, was wondering whether I have any high cholestrol or sugar high (or low) but results came out saying that I'm perfectly normal. Not to forget that the nurse told my mom (oh! This place I went for was my mom's doctor for breast check-up. Mom's been a loyal patient since the age 17! Would definitly recommend the doctor to all my female friends! Quote from the doctor with alittle modification while still bringing the same meaning, "Check your boobies! Don't know how to? I know!")... Guess that paranthesis was abit too long so am gonna repeat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to forget that the nurse told my mom that I have a superly high antibody for Hepathatis B in my blood with a "rating" of 1000 (mom's only 64 so I guess it is pretty high. Explain on this Docs!). However, my immunity for Hepathatis A is 0! She recommended me to shots (aint my usual tequila shots (  *  . *) ) before I go travelling next time. Gonna go to Penang on November! Do I need the shot then? Hmmm. . . Haha. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am gonna show some pictures of my new "wife" hopefully by the next post! Not the human wife (though I myself  wish it to be. Soon! Gotta do it!)  but the engine-type wife. My FairLady! I wish! Still... My Honda "Bandar"! Next issue though. This issue is gonna be on my new residence! Behold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SM-rjYOMgxI/AAAAAAAAARw/aBBDADZjOik/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246600715195679506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ceiling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SM-tGlVf9SI/AAAAAAAAASI/8tM4SDbVPBI/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246602419523024162" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My wine (*ahem) collections are gonna be here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SM-r4_oWa-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/CteFRnFnegU/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246601086551616482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The living room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SM-sTkWfvsI/AAAAAAAAASA/8z0r3-EoRIc/s320/IMG_0237.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246601543085440706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dining hall and kitchen! And bar top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SM-tRyGsUFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tHuT55eCZns/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246602611929141330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The love chair? Suspension enough or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Spoiler: These are pictures taken from the show house though! Haha! Though something near this at 99% confidence interval should take place! Do donate me some dough please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to health issues: To a certain secretive someone: Get well soon!&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/8388477856029372564-4718498335605085432?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4718498335605085432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=4718498335605085432&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4718498335605085432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4718498335605085432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/health-issue.html' title='Health Issue'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SM-rjYOMgxI/AAAAAAAAARw/aBBDADZjOik/s72-c/IMG_0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-6200468543652392099</id><published>2008-09-14T19:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:23:10.255-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>A Monday morning!</title><content type='html'>It's Monday morning and I'm doing this in my cubic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks damn cloudy outside!!! Bad weather!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, to those who commented on the previous post, just an update, operation started! *wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-6200468543652392099?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6200468543652392099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=6200468543652392099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6200468543652392099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6200468543652392099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-morning.html' title='A Monday morning!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1699996252373172111</id><published>2008-09-13T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:44:46.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Self torture</title><content type='html'>You did never realize. Me too. Not until now when it is too late. Or too much?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;-Jack (in a quiet night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed that Wilson changed his blog layout (look for his name some where on the left). Not that it came as a surprise since he might wanna just spice things up on his blog but it's the layout that shocks me alittle. You see... Wilson's the type of person that likes to make his blog looks artistic (in his sense) just like his previous blog layout. With having something that is code-written and unique. However, this so-called new layout looks normal and "stable". Something which is not his type I think. Anyhow, I came into a conclusion (given the layout and his postings) which is that Wilson has changed and move on to another phase in life. Which makes me wonder, have I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After graduating, I believe I had. Alittle only though. First big change is that I'm working full time (duhh...) and am getting fixed salary plus using my own money. I've become much more homely too (since after work is just brain-dead) while still having my unner desire to go wild all night long and such. Anyway, are those the only changes that I've been through during these few months? Are those external changes the only things that I've gone through? One thing I do know is I've quiet down alittle. I'm in the path of getting my directions right again. I've strayed off too far from what I wanted (though what is it that I want?). This is an irregular feeling I always get after I listen to some sappy songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a different tune, I'm fickle. Can't describe much but I can tell you that I'm fickle. Which made me realized why the game which I have loved so much all these years, I'm still suck! I lack focus and am fickle. Could have continued on my shooting streaks (note: my percentage was seriously high when I was bout 17) but I was fickle and let something disrupt me. Anyway, the past doesn't mean anything anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok! This is a moody post. I'm pretty dissapointed in myself. I'm dissapointed in sense that I'm too egoistic now. I'm too much of a pussy to take chances. I'm too brain-eyed to keep my attention to a single thing. My flow is disrupted. The worst thing about this is that I can't get a dozen of beers to drink while wallowing it to anyone at all (my best solution is not doable for this). Oh God! Where's the light?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1699996252373172111?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1699996252373172111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1699996252373172111&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1699996252373172111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1699996252373172111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/self-torture.html' title='Self torture'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-637095817765457668</id><published>2008-09-10T07:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:33:53.457-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>70th Post</title><content type='html'>The last post of mine which entitled, "Coffee or Tea" was my number 69th post! What a good number for such posting! Crap! I shouldn't be so superstitious and kinky here. But what the heck! All my readers are in their 20s anyway (I think so). Anyhow, this is my 70th post! Yay! Not that many compared to some of peers who are like practically blogging at every single chance they've got. I'm just too dumb for words sometimes. Nevertheless I rarely post up pictures too. I'm just not a blogger type I guess. Just a normal guy who groans and grunts about his daily livings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually do want to post up some pictures but I rarely take pictures (or camwhore) of myself. I'm just waiting patiently for fellow friends out there who have taken a few of my pictures recently to send them to me. Audrey! I want those pictures taken from your birthday celebration! I mean all (up to no good at all)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! I actually just started watching the TVB series of " A Journey Called Life" a few days ago. Damn out-dated me since my "supplier" has been off-mode herself now and the crappy connection speed wouldn't allow me to access much either. Anyhow, Linda Chung is so pretty as ever! I'm totally her fan now (just make sure she doesn't come out in any scandal). I do learn a thing from the drama so far which is "take each step firmly and properly at a time because the feeling you get from each of  these steps you made is an indescribable relaxation sort".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom just asked me to ask Rain this and since Rain never replied my MSN's messages (bad ex-dai gu che), I'm just gonna post it here. Rain! Make sure you reply or my mom would nag me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom (Auntie Soh): Rain! My look-a-like! We're both so fat (the author has ran away)! Have you got the sour plums that Jack asked Seng Zhao to pass to you? Did Kim Ming gets his too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-637095817765457668?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/637095817765457668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=637095817765457668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/637095817765457668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/637095817765457668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/70th-post.html' title='70th Post'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3149250547274063780</id><published>2008-09-06T04:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T04:40:02.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daytime Grunts'/><title type='text'>Coffee or Tea?</title><content type='html'>Went to The Loft last night. What can I say... I would only go there for a chill but never to dance. The music sucks max first of all. Anyhow, not that all these have any matters. It's my friend's birthday celebration after all. So, no complaints! Well, good things do pass by in front of our eyes sometimes and last night was one of those times.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the last time it happened to me was during college. Then, I was young, full of haste and lack of loads of stuffs. Now, I'm a bit older, less haste and still lacking loads. CUT THE CRAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to let go of something yesterday and by night fall, I met someone who is soooo my kind of tea (or coffee). It's been awhile since the last time I saw (*hint: my laptop used to have a lot of her photos and I keep saying she's the most CUN) someone that instantly makes my brain to tell me, "She's your type!" Anyhow, all talks and nothing done is a no-no here! What can I do? Wait for a chance to come by? Will that ever happen? I doubt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3149250547274063780?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3149250547274063780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3149250547274063780&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3149250547274063780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3149250547274063780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/coffee-or-tea.html' title='Coffee or Tea?'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7737409566477010279</id><published>2008-09-05T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:52:46.048-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Screw it!</title><content type='html'>Screw all this stuff that I've wondering these few days... Am not gonna do it after all! Screw it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! Life's so much happier now!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah! Wei Yee @ Audrey's birthday celebration gonna happen later. She's gonna be 22. Damn old right! Me coming but still a few months away! Chilling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-7737409566477010279?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7737409566477010279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7737409566477010279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7737409566477010279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7737409566477010279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/screw-it.html' title='Screw it!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-6420829150130777298</id><published>2008-09-04T08:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:49:53.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spencer</title><content type='html'>I miss getting present from Spencers. You know, those crazy types. Haha!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note that although a lot of you guessed what the previous post story is, you only got that half correct!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-6420829150130777298?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6420829150130777298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=6420829150130777298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6420829150130777298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6420829150130777298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/spencer.html' title='Spencer'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1732883254356774901</id><published>2008-09-02T06:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:08:19.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>The stroy goes...</title><content type='html'>I got a post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been some period of time that I have something to post regarding myself. People have been asking me, "How are you?" and "What's new?" but I have nothing to tell. Life's been pretty mundane but I do have things to tell. Just preferred to keep it to myself. Kept it to myself until my headache tells me I gotta let go some air of the story. Oh well, at least I'm planning to tell it to one of my closest friend. Anyhow, the fella ain't replying my messages! Must be too "busy". Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;om's cooking is so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;mAssurance is where I'm working right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;enmark is a place where one of my good friend is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;lectricity is so costly nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;f all majors, why did I do Actuarial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;at is a nickname I gave to a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;eadache is what I got today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;nly my dad's massage suits me best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;o one will get what this message meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ffice is not a place I wanna stay my longer hours in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;omance is not something I'm willing to put my stakes on for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say, the story has some of the similar elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1732883254356774901?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1732883254356774901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1732883254356774901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1732883254356774901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1732883254356774901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/stroy-goes.html' title='The stroy goes...'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-6403745173523402827</id><published>2008-08-31T07:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T07:24:37.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daytime Grunts'/><title type='text'>Hopeful</title><content type='html'>It's been some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been so hectic and restless that I find no inspiration or anything to grunt about. Maybe after some certain restful sessions that I would be able to groan on something. Anyhow, am watching and downloading movies that U.S. has released but M'sia not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Am still hopeful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-6403745173523402827?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6403745173523402827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=6403745173523402827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6403745173523402827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6403745173523402827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/hopeful.html' title='Hopeful'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5739029363289542864</id><published>2008-08-25T07:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:05:49.680-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Monday Grunts</title><content type='html'>Have been trying to study for about 40minutes! But my brain is just too worn out today. It has been a not-too-good Monday. Well, things are messy and hectic in the office these few days with everything rolling out and stuffs. Anyhow, am gonna try to continue tomorrow. I mean both work and studies! I actually have to reach office by 7.30am to have breakfast with a colleague and then finish up our work. Studies shouldn't be much of a hassle as this is meant to be progressive. But still, got to do it! Funny, I kinda welcome studying (I hope it lasts) as it carries a small essence of youth that I've left since I graduated. Anyhow, studying alone is still different from studying together-gether with folks from Corn-Field. At least I get some (maybe too much) stress-relief moments. Plus laughing along with everyone bout something as stupid as silly as a seahorse is the best right! Haven't got a good laugh for ages now. Everyone's just too busy. Will try to think of something wacky in due times (most probably when I'm bout to burst).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though seriously, I find myself having more focus ever since I came back to KL. Not in everything. But since I just mentioned studies, the focus did went up more. Kinda getting back the feel of handling exam pressure from old times. Mostly because of KL essence that I'm more comfortable with. Though I'm kinda losing more and more focus in working out and exercising (which I will get back to schedule starting this weekend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is something to look forward to. With next Monday being a public holiday and Sunday, Sunday! Gonna go to Kuala Selangor to have seafood with a bunch of people from the neighborhood. Dad's friends and their families. Anyhow, at least some traveling would do me good. That's why I'm gonna slog myself to end this week as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I really wanna try our Euphoria in Ministry of Sound. Audrey said to go on Thursday but most probably I can't! Work on Friday (I wanna get high)! Plus, I already have a not-to-be-missed food appointment for dinner! So, please make it on Friday! The chances of me able to go would go up by a minimal of 1%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, post ends here. I wanna go listen to some oldies and read up Thirteenth Tale (Michelle! You should be proud! This is my 3rd reading. Damn addictive. Actually so does any other novels I read but you should).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Wilson, my reply on MSN was a lie! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5739029363289542864?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5739029363289542864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5739029363289542864&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5739029363289542864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5739029363289542864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-grunts.html' title='Monday Grunts'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7720111191724307901</id><published>2008-08-22T13:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:16:04.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is dumb. Two posts in less than 30minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to dance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to club!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those nigger beats are getting into me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-7720111191724307901?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7720111191724307901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7720111191724307901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7720111191724307901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7720111191724307901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-9040807195376666035</id><published>2008-08-22T12:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:00:56.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Purpose</title><content type='html'>We grow up. From the days when we were still sucking onto our milk-bottle till today or even the future. Anyway, the point is we grow up. All these years of growing up and learning are actually a way for us to sew on what is it that we want to do. As the title said, our purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning or the early years that we had, all and all accumulating in their own sort of patterns and distributions for us to know what we want to do for ourselves, for our future. And by now, most people would already have a rough idea on their lives' purpose while some might even already known of it ages ago and are already half-way into achieving it. However, knowing or not knowing our purpose now, it is after being heavily influenced by our environment. It might help or it might close an eye not lending you a hand. I'll have to put it in such ways that most of the time, only the determined ones are able to receive the lending loan needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for I myself, the lending hand has not reached me yet. I do not blame. As, even now, I'm still unaware of my own purpose. Would I want to set my purpose as to bring up my career to as far and as successful as possible? Would I want to set my purpose in other fames that I might be interested on? Would I set my purpose to just live day by day, minutes by minutes and of course every moment counts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inner-self is telling me, living on day by day on a regular routine would not get me satisfaction. My inner-self claims putting in some beats into my regular world would definitely brighten up my mundane world. My conscious tells me that I should live on as simple and as attentive as possible while cherishing every moment to build a proper and stable life. My conscious tells me too that in the world nowadays, being successful would definitely gives me the feeling of euphoria. What is success? For me, it's just being and doing better today than yesterday. My heart tells me that being happy for yourself is a success. The question comes back every time then, which way is what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of purpose-less really does take its toll on people or at least for me. Knowing what I want to do would definitely make me feel better. Not knowing takes away the energy from me. Heartless to do, clueless on myself, drive-less to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known the happiness and the great feeling of having a purpose or at least know what to do before. I could only say that those times were the 2 years where I did my college. I have control of my desires and walkings. I do have a protocol that I would need to follow of course such as courses that I'll need to take. But at the same time, I was given the call to take up my very own like-able courses. One of the reasons I have loads of funny courses in my list but at least I know I want them. Having or knowing what you want is what I believe that sets you to be happy and to be yourself as what that 2 years in college have done to me. I was myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-9040807195376666035?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/9040807195376666035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=9040807195376666035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/9040807195376666035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/9040807195376666035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/purpose.html' title='Purpose'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-4317897768917684071</id><published>2008-08-18T06:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:57:57.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Lost Control</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning~ duhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning feeling weird (not those stickiness issue weird of course). I tried recalling my sleeping memories and came into the conclusion that I have indeed lost my special ability. I asked myself, "How could that happen? Now I won't get any special attentions anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what my special ability is. It's the ability to control my dreams. I can actually at times control what I want to dream and how I want it to be! Shocked? Well, I don't suppose so as there are quite a few people whom I know that can accomplish this too. I still remember though from my Psychology class with Mrs. Singh (she's damn cool!) that there are people that can control their dreams and I was one of the 2 in the class that actually could (the other was Sin). She even asked us to describe how we control our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how I used to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still a kid, I usually create dreams that I want. Usually it's from events that happen on the day that I don't find it having a good continuation or conclusion. So therefore, I dream! It's like entering into a player set and I'll be like I wanna dream this. And there it goes. From the dream I'll walk through from the beginning of the event and watch the plot unfolds. When I reach the part that I'll need to decide which course of plot to go on, I'll choose and if I don't like it, rewind and play another set of course! Rewind as much as I want to change the plot! The only thing I can't do is fast forward. So everything goes on real-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older, I was like, I'll drop the idea of creating my own dreams and let it happen in randomness. I'll only do the course changes and enjoy. So, if I'm dreaming of a random event or scene, I'll just let it happen and enjoy until I'm asked to decide how to continue. The same applies. Plus, when I come to parts that I really like, I'll just keep on replaying that part while sacrificing the answer to the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I was having loads of dreams last night and there was one that was exciting and funny too. But somehow, as much as I wanted, I can't control the course or rewind anymore. Everything has taken its own gear. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this kind of control goes away with age (because we lose control to so many things as we grow older)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pondering  (  ? .?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-4317897768917684071?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4317897768917684071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=4317897768917684071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4317897768917684071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4317897768917684071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/lost-control.html' title='Lost Control'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1857458876640298278</id><published>2008-08-15T12:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:22:03.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Dedicated to booze</title><content type='html'>Where has it gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those night where we can just get booze in the house and savor it till our hearts content or till pissed drunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, such nights are in need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I miss chilling and drinking sessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1857458876640298278?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1857458876640298278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1857458876640298278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1857458876640298278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1857458876640298278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/dedicated-to-booze.html' title='Dedicated to booze'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-2866137016179432349</id><published>2008-08-13T07:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:40:02.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>A letter to someone</title><content type='html'>To someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who you are while you might be wondering who wrote this. Bear with me, as you read through the scripture written by someone of no importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have left your port. A port where I have been anchoring my ship for a long time. Since as long as the kids down the street can remember. Since as long as I found this wonderful port. I set sailed once in awhile though not into a far distance. I return to the port that for me, seemed so much like a comfort nest. You fixed every board that was loosen. You gathered that many children around to listen to my grunts while weeping to my groans. There were times where the sea seemed so harsh to my ship and tore away my sail but coming back to your port makes it all fine again. The white sail changes color every time my ship anchors in as you would bring along your colored clothes to replace it. Times were such that my ship howls on the impossibility of sailing with these clothes but you changed them anyhow and the ship sails just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many waves have splashed the bay, we do not know how many. It was time for my ship and I to move on across the vast blue wonder. I'm a voyager not a stow-ager. Under the clear conscious of a brightly lit night, I set my white sail and started my long journey once again. Leaving your port that was once a home to me. For my ship, for myself. A place of solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in the midst of a starry  night, I once again hope that my battered ship is to be mend again by your port. How battered and worn out has it been since my ship sailed. The sea which has never cease to be harsh on my ship has tumbled it upside down and downward up. It is time for my ship to find a port once again. To rest, to be mend, and to be merry. Though I have lost my way to go back to your port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;The writer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-2866137016179432349?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/2866137016179432349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=2866137016179432349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2866137016179432349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2866137016179432349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/letter-to-someone.html' title='A letter to someone'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5049144342568309922</id><published>2008-08-11T06:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:14:20.217-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>Beyond Scandal</title><content type='html'>What does everyone loves? Scandals! I have nothing to blog about but I feel like writing something just to tell everyone I'm still alive. Maybe as I type, my brain might go dead and I'm just gonna create some scandals for myself or for others! Oh! One of the biggest scandal ever for me. It's been going on for sometime now but I decided to repeat it again just to let some to like "WTF!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on single folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me some "Wow!" people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought of something to talk on. What's better than to talk about other than what my cousin sister suggested not too long ago today. Beyond concert! For those who are either too high class or too "ulu" to  not to know who is "Beyond", behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SKArfv5W-WI/AAAAAAAAARY/HHBBR7Pjljw/s1600-h/721546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SKArfv5W-WI/AAAAAAAAARY/HHBBR7Pjljw/s320/721546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233230591437502818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mario! "Qing Ren" wei... Come back sama-sama go la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought they decided to go separate ways sometime ago but seemed like they're holding another concert for me on my homecoming. I haven't been to any of their concerts yet so this is gonna be the first! I do really hope that all 4 of them could sing again. Too bad that can never happen. If you don't know why, Google it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, concert's gonna be on October 11th in Genting. Who ever wanna join us to go, do tell me yeah! We'll need to book tickets. So, make sure you confirm betul-betul or you'll still gonna pay even if you're not going! I can use the empty seat for my date then (free!). Haha. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my brain is really blank! Think I'm gonna retire early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: To those who are like @.@ bout my earlier scandal, it's true ya know! Jack is having no lust (I think) at the moment now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5049144342568309922?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5049144342568309922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5049144342568309922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5049144342568309922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5049144342568309922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/beyond-scandal.html' title='Beyond Scandal'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SKArfv5W-WI/AAAAAAAAARY/HHBBR7Pjljw/s72-c/721546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-9197346251221207628</id><published>2008-08-09T06:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:33:28.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>Lazy writing</title><content type='html'>Said I wanted to post something with related to fashion or impression. A minute ago when this page was loading, I thought of just putting in "Screw it!" but now that I have started typing, I feel like crapping some out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm vain. Not to say that I must look good all the time (well, maybe) but I'm somewhere near there. Am not the type of person where I can manage having everyone see my "morning look" when I just got up from my sleep. I don't go around getting the latest trend and branded (maybe a few here and there) stuffs but whatever I get, I do hope that it looks good on me so that it gives people a somewhat "OK" impression on me especially people that I mingled with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, this apply to every single person who wears clothes. What we wear will have an effect on the others around us. We wear to portray our individual esteems. Should I mix with the "lala" which is very popular in certain part of KL, then my clothings will of course focus more on the Eastern block. If I'm off the simple casual group, my clothings would of course be simple and casual (duh...). What I'm trying to say is, we wear certain styles so that we can portray who we are and who we are with. Not to forget, it also enables us to be different from the rest of the world. There's bound to be different. Maybe in the tops we're wearing, the pants, the shoes or even the underwear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, it's good that we wear to show we are and where are we but never go overboard! We dress  to leave a vague impression on ourselves to others. We do not dress to leave a permanent impression to others. Our good buddy, Gautama said, "Always follow the middle path! Don't go either ends! If there's something in the middle path, walk through it and you'll start shining brightly like a superstar just like me." Anyway, the thing is, we (or maybe just me) judge people through first impressions a lot of the time. Should this person's first impression is bad, try all he/she wants but we wouldn't accept it. Should it be good, we'll wait till it's bad. It's just that! Usually, first impression starts from the eyes. Our eyes are in front of our big, empty head which let us to see first. The first thing that we "see" of people is their dressings! That's where we start our biased judgment on everyone. By the time that person starts talking or mixing around with us, it is like an appeal session of impressions going on by using our ears, nose, mouth, and brain. However, what we see first already left a strong impression on a person. If our first impression of the fellow is bad and we don't know him/her, then there's no way for an appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to crap more but very lazy already! Until more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-9197346251221207628?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/9197346251221207628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=9197346251221207628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/9197346251221207628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/9197346251221207628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-writing.html' title='Lazy writing'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3769123789323268312</id><published>2008-08-07T06:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:23:22.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daytime Grunts'/><title type='text'>My job</title><content type='html'>Wow! I'm back to bitch more about myself! I'm too full of myself lately! Haha! I don't know why so don't ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I'm gonna talk about my job! JOB people! Yes! I'm working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started for nearly a week now. So fast and it's Friday already. Still can't get use to the waking up early though. Feels super cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some description of my job. I'm an actuarial executive for now with an income of RM**** per month while expecting a salary increase in 2 months time. Yay! In the actuarial department, I'm under the Product Development team where by we manage the products of the company (will describe more of it when I'm more familiar with layman's term). I did the same job when I was doing my intern in Prudential a year ago (they didn't want to hire me back I think. Poor me!) whereby I did loads of product error and quotation program error checking. These few days I've been doing the same thing! You can say that I just love to find fault with everything. Can't sit around quietly and comply with the order. Besides being a find-fault type of person, I had a few general tasks (not photocopying stuffs. Thank god!) that is to do with technical calculations regarding some new and old products! I'm only describing what I did so far in brief as I don't want to make everyone to fall asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now! For the funnier part! A year ago, while I was doing my intern, I mentioned I was in the Product Development team as well. The thing is, although I was in that team, I was assigned to sit in a different place! My cube was situated with the Branding team which was like 2 rows of cubicles away! I'm an outcast! Damn! Back to reality and present time, the same thing happened! Although not as far as last time, I still sit differently from the rest of my team! People just hate me sitting next to them huh?! I actually sit across my current team but the area I'm in actually belongs to the non-actuarial part. I think it's something to do with claims. Not that I discriminate them but because I'm still new which makes me not to listen to any mp3s for now, I've been listening to investigations and confirmations bout claims made! Not sure what I'm talking about? I'm saying I'm listening to, "Siapa mati la? Kaki patah la. Cancer apa la?". Practically all the dreadful stuffs. Luckily I haven't gotten any nightmares yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another "history repeats itself" sorta stuff is I was frequently exchanged into other teams during my intern sessions. I was transfered to the Finance for awhile, then to the pricing or valuation team (not too sure) for another period of time. And now, my GM called me into his room yesterday telling and apologizing to me saying that although during the interview he said he's gonna put me in the Product team but he'll need to change me to the Pricing team in 1-2 months time. This is because one of our colleague is leaving which leaves an empty spot in the pricing team. Seeing that I'm new (I'm not sure) and haven't really enter into a comfort zone for the Product team,I'm the best choice to replace him. He mentioned to me that he'll leave me under the guy (who's gonna leave) for him to teach me the necessary stuffs for his position. Not that I hate it to be transferred (I actually kinda like the Pricing team because somewhere in the word pricing, there's a tinge of coolness in it), but don't you all get the idea of me getting thrown around like a rugby ball? Anyway, hooray for me to be changed into a cool team (I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in my last post that I have a new look and loads have been wondering how I look like. Like I said, I don't have any new pictures to post for now because my photographer has been busy to take a picture for me. Be patient ya! I know everyone's dying to see my good looking me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being vain here, I think I'm gonna write up on style and impression in my next post. &lt;a href="http://temptationsandambitions.blogspot.com/2008/08/generation-gap.html"&gt;Yee Ming&lt;/a&gt; had written something about these and has gotten quite a huge feedback from it. So, I'm just gonna hop along his footsteps and talk something related to it. Not that I'll follow exactly but something near there. Just wanna speak out what I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the bitching from today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3769123789323268312?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3769123789323268312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3769123789323268312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3769123789323268312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3769123789323268312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-job.html' title='My job'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-4636337733865141888</id><published>2008-08-06T06:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:32:26.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>Hey y'all! How's it going? Been pretty quiet around here don't you think! Well, except for the previous post's comments which were surprisingly unexpected! I guess my readers here love reading me bitching about others and me posing pictures of myself huh... Now I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the main course for tonight. Guess what? I changed my looks! I've become much better looking as compared to the last pictures in the previous post. ( ^---^) How should I put it? I looked aged a little more now with this look at the same time keeping my smiley look! And I didn't say these out of my own mouth! My colleague just told me today someone said I'm good looking! ( ^---^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the truth is, I didn't change my looks my having a make-over or what. I just changed my spectacles that's all! Haha... What were you all thinking?! I'll post up some pictures taken from my phone of my new spectacles but no picture of myself yet. Waiting for my photographer to take for me! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJmQUwlw6jI/AAAAAAAAARI/O6vHgCIF2k4/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJmQUwlw6jI/AAAAAAAAARI/O6vHgCIF2k4/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231371128482622002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess how would your author looks in these? More like an author duhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think I'm having the (how should I put it) mature and mysterious look now! But I'm still young at heart! Haha! I'm just so full of myself today! ( ^3^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture that I wanted to post today is the "assam gai choy" that I had the other day! Sorry Rain! It's all finished! Didn't leave any for you at all! Haha... When you come back, I'll ask my mom to TRY and cook for you. Haha! No promise though! Mom might be too busy for my SNOW White MAYBE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJmR3rAptJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aPfSuJVJ6_E/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJmR3rAptJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/aPfSuJVJ6_E/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231372827791832210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Your author was too engrossed in this dish that he forgotten to take a picture of it before eating! This is half way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Readers! You all know of Jay Chou's "Secret" the movie don't you all! Well, my Setapak Kaki being a obsessed fan of course would know! Anyway, this is not about the log-headed guy but about the lead actress in the movie! The one with the asthma so sick that she would have a hard time kissing (damn it!). Remember? She's kinda cute ain't she? The point I'm trying to pin out is, recently I met someone who looked like her! Not 100% of course but somewhere of confidence level of 4-sigma.  Goodness! I didn't really realize that until later. Ouch! Oh well, just thought of sharing info with the guys (especially those who are desperate). Anyone interested, tell me! I'll try my best to intro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of today's post is "Mixed Feelings". Got the idea from one of old novels called "Mixed Magic". From what you have read up until now in this post, I seemed pretty happy. Yes, I am! But at the same time, I'm feeling kinda drained out and empty. Maybe it's because I have started my job and am not use to waking up in the wee hours again! This makes me cranky every morning! Even before I wake up I feel that. It's gonna take some time before I stop cursing under my breath, "I'm gonna sleep through it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty? Why empty? Well, with everything now at a new turning point, things have just seemed so routine-sort! This slot of time to that slot of time is this, later is that! This is so unreal! In life, in my life, there's gotta be some stereo in some part! Not too often, don't be so mono daily. Oh well, maybe it's just the beginning (I certainly hope so). Maybe after I grasp my own life back more then I would be able to move my own rhythm . Some might be wondering, what mono and stereo is he talking about? Well, for those readers who are my friends and who knows me, you are in for a surprise! An example would be, I've come back for so long but I haven't even yum cha till late at night or clubbing yet! This is sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you! I haven't been going out much too even before my job started! Been busy with studying for exam and following what my guilt-conscious says in sitting still at home (I can tell you this has really been a difficult part). Plus like I said, everyone's busy in their own things. Anyway, I must start to be "active" more or I'll go nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! For those in the U.S., there is something that I really missed in U.S.! Surprised? Haha... Me too! Well, the thing I missed most is spontaneous we get and just do it! Like thought of going to the movies and just go! Like the thought of just going out in a particular night and everyone just tags along. It's pretty hard to do it here (for me). Well, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told most of the people I know, "Without friends, Jack is more or less like a soulless body!" I just love to hang out and talk like a chicken buttock (what sorta phrase is that? Chicken buttock! *Snort). Tonight is gonna be one of those nights for me where you listen to some ballads and oldies, thinking of nothingness or life or anything that pops into your mind first. Had loads of those nights in the U.S. too, most of the time is because Michelle sent her A-Idol's dubbed old songs to me which made me just wanna listen to the BETTER, original singers. Anyway, my all time favourite sappy song is "Careless Whisper" by none other than George Micheal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VqHorjSMA8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VqHorjSMA8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-4636337733865141888?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4636337733865141888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=4636337733865141888&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4636337733865141888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4636337733865141888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJmQUwlw6jI/AAAAAAAAARI/O6vHgCIF2k4/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1509749379566015594</id><published>2008-08-03T08:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:08:54.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Wanted!</title><content type='html'>The aroma of my mom's "Asam Gai-choy" is starting to fill up the entire house. How long have I not eaten this dish? Probably a year! Just how much I love this sourly spicy dish? Only those who have eaten with me when this dish is here knows. Meaning, family members would definitely know! This is the ultimate! Can't wait for tomorrow's dinner. I just hope that my bosses don't give me anything on my second day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I bet lots of you are missing me and wondering how am I. So here's a picture which was taken not too long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJWvKvTEMjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/e2k2d0KLELU/s1600-h/DSC02643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJWvKvTEMjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/e2k2d0KLELU/s320/DSC02643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230279141290684978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure when the photographer stole this shot of mine but it does look pretty good (maybe I'm just too good looking). Anyway, that was how I looked like 2 weeks ago! Wearing my Nike hood which Mario has one too! Different color though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to grunting, I just realized this not too long ago (somewhere around this week), it's so lonely in Wangsa Maju area nowadays! Goodness! The only people left here who are free nowadays are either Aaron or David! Well, there are others who stays nearby in Section 4 or Rampai but they're just too busy! Is this what they called everyone moving on with their own lives? Can't we have some fun some of the time? Though the blame would still goes to people who left Wangsa Maju area! Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee Ming aka Eming left to HUKM in Cheras. Most of the time he's there delivering babies. He does come back here during the weekends but unlike ancients ago, Eming must now dedicate his time properly between his family (his mom and dad) and his another family (girlfriend). So, what's left would be better for him to just rest and chill out! Being a wa-lui-sei myself and also friends of mine are typically the same kind, can't blame you too much. Nevertheless, I'm still writing this out so that you might feel guilty (should you feel like it laaa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Yee aka Audrey moved on to stay in Taman Desa! Family reasons, I understand. But that's just too far and "mafan" away! Plus I doubt she will ever come back and visit again! Most of the time I assume would be me going to her area! Another version of her tortures on the poor writer aka ME! It was Thursday on that day and I suddenly thought of going to the night market. I was like, "Hey, I feel like going to pasar malam tonight! I'll call and ask if Wei Yee wants to go?" My mom gave me a weird look and I wondered why. As I took the phone and on the verge of pressing the call button, it hit me! "Damn! She doesn't live here anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flora aka my dearest blur sister is in Scotland or Belgium or (God knows where) somewhere in Europe. Gosh! She keeps moving around and I'm losing track on her path! Haha. . . She's not really my sister as in blood-related but we have some very weird relation. Anyway, this is the best person to blame! I just love to put the blame on her! I doubt this unfilial sister of mine would be coming back to this lovely country soon or in some further future. She's not the type of people who is really attached to home. Plus, she found some "happiness" in Europe I dare say. Not that it's an irritation for me every time she talks about it but I have a feeling that is her only topic which she is 100% knowledgeable of. Oh well, at least we don't expect to see around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who is like, "Yay! He didn't scold me!", don't be too happy! I'm just not writing out your names because the people mentioned above are the major players in my entertainment book around here. So, major players are those tend to get more bitching from me! Kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I found a few new names to put into my log book for filling in my empty and inactive time-slots. Know who you are! Wait till I get my wheels and I'll start floating around hunting for entertainments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all! Back to finishing my Train Man. I'm suppose to read up company policies or something but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJW1wjQhIBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OpP99v1grWE/s1600-h/DSC02646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJW1wjQhIBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/OpP99v1grWE/s320/DSC02646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230286387963568146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJW7mDqxSAI/AAAAAAAAARA/VzaowdUbfRM/s1600-h/DSC02648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJW7mDqxSAI/AAAAAAAAARA/VzaowdUbfRM/s320/DSC02648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230292804754819074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still willing to post although I lost my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pictures courtesy of one of those few newbies in my log book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1509749379566015594?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1509749379566015594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1509749379566015594&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1509749379566015594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1509749379566015594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/wanted.html' title='Wanted!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SJWvKvTEMjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/e2k2d0KLELU/s72-c/DSC02643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-4310062218352836186</id><published>2008-08-02T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:55:22.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Tenacity is just not here</title><content type='html'>Am supposed to blog something tonight but the mood is just not there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something to do with having money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get my paycheck soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Everything can wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-4310062218352836186?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4310062218352836186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=4310062218352836186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4310062218352836186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4310062218352836186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/08/tenacity-is-just-not-here.html' title='Tenacity is just not here'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-6677840422591184040</id><published>2008-07-31T07:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:34:26.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daytime Grunts'/><title type='text'>One... Two... ... Nine!</title><content type='html'>This post is gonna be a full rantings session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn tired actually. Somehow or rather my body feels tired, my mind feels tired but I don't wanna go sleep now and wake up in the middle of the night cursing, "Damn it!" I'm gonna start my new job tomorrow so it's best to show a fresh impression on the first day. Later days, we'll see!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did lots of stuffs today. Woke up late (probably around 11am) and went out straight after I came out from the shower (of course I dried myself up and putting on some clothes). First stop, mom's office because she forgot to clear some of her stuffs yesterday. Second stop, bank because mom needed to do some banking. Third stop, was lunch. Delicious "mee rebus"! That was satisfying! Fourth stop, auntie's house because my dad's helping my cousin for his air-ticket to Canada. He's gonna go to Canada in the middle of August for his studies. I come back, he leave! Does it make sense? NO! He's gonna have his farewell party tomorrow night and he said he's gonna intro some "friends" to me! Woohoo! I think he wants me to take care of his "friends". Haha... Fifth stop, Mr. Yong's (Dad's friend) house because there were some pictures of Eastern Europe trip that were in his laptop which we needed to copy.Sixth stop, and by far the best, my another cousin brother's place to book for my new car! Yay! As for what car it is, try guessing! Aaron! We're gonna drive behind the same wheels! Car's gonna be ready by September I think. So for those who wanna book me, please tell my secretary (I've yet to interview one). Seventh stop was the optician. I'm getting a new pair of spectacles! Still don't dare to try contact lenses but good also since my "san gwong" (aesthete...correct me if this is wrong) is still there (damn it!). I'm gonna look nerdier! I hope not! Haha... For everyone's info, I have the same optician as Mahathir! Haha... Eighth stop, dinner! Yummy is the word! Taste and description, everyone has their say right! Ninth and final stop is home! To shower, to poo, to online and rant about my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-6677840422591184040?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6677840422591184040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=6677840422591184040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6677840422591184040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6677840422591184040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-two-nine.html' title='One... Two... ... Nine!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5512629695527303376</id><published>2008-07-28T06:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:40:07.697-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation Grunts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures Grunts'/><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Everyone hates Monday!!! Well, maybe some do love it depending on who you are (though I would say you belong to the minority). Anyway, let's just make things easier for me by saying everyone hates Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate Monday too! Before I graduated of course! Sunday tends to end faster and next thing I do know is, "Shit! Its Monday and I'm still having a hangover." Well, no matter how much I do rant or bitch about Monday, it still comes every week! The only lucky guy who doesn't really care bout Monday then was Wilson (you know why) but now that he's working, I bet he hates it too (or maybe not...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after graduation, Monday has become less hateful to me since everyday is a holiday! I still have some unfinished jest on it though because when Monday comes, everyone is busy with work or studies! To those who are working, (sigh~) I'll be joining you soon. To those who are studying, you should all have skipped classes to accompany me! Just kidding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I'll be actually starting my job this Friday! Wow! That's way too fast right? I agree! But loitering around when everyone's busy isn't that much of a fun actually. Gonna be a 8.30am till 5.30pm (or later...) kind of person. This is so not me! Life should just be living your way through happily! I'm bitching because I don't like working in a 2 by 2 cube! That's life, mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the post-graduate break, should I put as being fruitful, productive, eventful, dull, exciting or all those words you use to describe holidays? Well, eventful, kinda I guess although there weren't many events happening or me joining as in before. Think the break (not counting Eastern Europe trip of course) is kinda for me to relax myself up and study (Oh yeah! P stands for Passed). I've been a good boy relaxing and working my ass off at times. Seriously, I haven't even club yet until now! Konon-nye lots of wrong timing and takde kaki. My pu-mo-mo cousin sister "gold-basin-wash-hand" which is why my main "leg" for clubbing on techno or trance or house music is cut-off-ed. Most surprisingly, I didn't even start much on my food hunting. With all those stuffs going on and petrol price increasing, its been kinda hard. Another major reason is no food-kaki who stays nearby. You know who you are so make sure you faster get your ass here! Not to say I haven't savor anything at all but not to everyone who knows what I would do punye expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be high-time I post up some pictures from my Eastern Europe trip, been lingering for awhile now and I'm still not done filtering them (I didn't touch the pictures for ages). Don't ask much for my pictures of me back in KL. Not really a camera-carrier person, so I don't cam-whore much. Some of the friends did take some shots of me so am just gonna wait till they send to me or see it on Facebook. Oh! Girls who were in my car the night we (rather me the driver) kept getting lost and stole some hideous shots of me, do gimme yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not good as most people in describing the pictures (where, when, what, why), so I'm just gonna put some captions while you all imagine the rest. I lack patience in these. Ask me to describe it to you face-to-face no problem. That's the only choice so call me, "for a date!" (Ladies only!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI23sUUx_CI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fOkid8V-xuw/s1600-h/IMG_0001+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI23sUUx_CI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fOkid8V-xuw/s320/IMG_0001+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228036714445012002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plitvice Lake, Croatia. This place is bloody beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI27wl1Bw_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/VUHK2mMsIow/s1600-h/IMG_0426+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI27wl1Bw_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/VUHK2mMsIow/s320/IMG_0426+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228041185909654514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm in right on the border of Poland and Slovakia. The red stone marks it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI26614BWUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/btdssfFF7sY/s1600-h/IMG_8863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI26614BWUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/btdssfFF7sY/s320/IMG_8863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228040262504241474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A old man street performer in Zakopane, Poland. He looks like a dwarf in those fairy tales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI25_OuZChI/AAAAAAAAAQY/m8mO_duMe34/s1600-h/IMG_8792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI25_OuZChI/AAAAAAAAAQY/m8mO_duMe34/s320/IMG_8792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228039238382586386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trekking down and across of the range in Stary Smokovec!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI25bTqMWaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/F50xz16bRA4/s1600-h/IMG_9231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI25bTqMWaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/F50xz16bRA4/s320/IMG_9231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228038621231864226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Local delicacies: Pierogi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI25CHHHDMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gq0fEGxleSc/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI25CHHHDMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/gq0fEGxleSc/s320/IMG_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228038188366761154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet another local dish: Can't remember the name though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI24gzIgM-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/uWaTtImcTls/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI24gzIgM-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/uWaTtImcTls/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228037616068211682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in Budapest. See how "tanned" I've become! Oh yeah! The river behind is the BLUE DANUBE (for real)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end here tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5512629695527303376?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5512629695527303376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5512629695527303376&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5512629695527303376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5512629695527303376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SI23sUUx_CI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fOkid8V-xuw/s72-c/IMG_0001+%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1211135291359634154</id><published>2008-07-27T00:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:24:21.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>The Dark Knight is FUCKing AWESOME!</title><content type='html'>Just watched the Dark Knight last night!!! Finally~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUCKING AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Batman though. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKER IS FUCKING AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Batman's sonar thingy is awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will bitch more bout it in the next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1211135291359634154?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1211135291359634154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1211135291359634154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1211135291359634154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1211135291359634154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight-is-fucking-awesome.html' title='The Dark Knight is FUCKing AWESOME!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-8975289327128095788</id><published>2008-07-25T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:11:43.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Love and Lust</title><content type='html'>The Debut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love a subset of lust or rather is lust a subset of love? Sometimes people might wonder what they are really feeling; are they lusting for the bonding with someone or are they "lusting" for someone's love? What am I talking about? I'm not even sure of it myself. If I do, I would be living up in the mountains while having people climbing to the top asking me for the answer. So, this is for all to ponder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust. A popular word. Usually associated with sexual thoughts by many but is really that shallow of a word? Lust to me would mean temptations. I'm tempted by something or by someone, therefore I lust to have it. It might last long or short I do not know. It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Another yet even more popular of a word. People speak of it everyday. However, love is yet another form of temptation too. A stronger temptation would be it. A stronger temptation where you would feel willingly to succeed it. Temptations and ambitions. Rings a bell anywhere?  Though in lust, I might feel bad of not achieving it, in love, I'll never feel good in long times should I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust. In every occasion, every place, every crowd, every time, there would be people. Among those people there might be someone, one or a few, who stands out more in front of your bedazzled eyes. You just can't help noticing them. Call it stalking, call it chemistry sparks (one or two-sided) but you would surely without fail try to associate yourself more with that side should chances shines brightly on you or your own iron grip to pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. In every occasion, every place, every crowd, every time, there would be only that someone that stood out to your focused eyes. Better jewels might be sparkling but it won't last long. Your trance just goes back to the beat of that person. Surely, this time I would be my best being next to the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust. A lusty dream. Everyone would be delighted to get one. It releases tension that might have built up inside. How long can we remember or feel this lust? You can answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. A lovely dream. Again, everyone would be delighted to get one. It soothes your thought of reality. Or does it happen in reality too? You hope and  still taste the sweetness or bitterness of that lovely dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust. Companions next to you. As a verb, to take away time that sometimes come in extras. You do all sort of things hoping that time passes slower since the temptation lingers long in you to do that again, not knowing when you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Companions next to you. As an adverb, for me to describe out what I want to list out in my never-ending stories of life. You do all sort of things though preferring not to do any but watches time passing by slowly and serenely. However, at a corner, you do hope that it could pass on even slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust. Do you need to confess your lust? Yes, you do. When you have a need that only by confession can you fulfill your lust. You confess of your longing to satisfy your need. Confession makes things seemed so easy. However, lust, confessions are to be done with the correct timing and attitude. You do not expect to get feed if you confess your hunger in a library don't you. Attitude leads us into another part of a story but I believe everyone will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Do you need to confess your love? Yes, you do but less. Should it be a daily confession of love, will it be love anymore or a mere habit? I myself has not confess love for a long time now. We love, we care, we indulge. Should it to be done, do it with a sense of purpose behind. Confession of love without a hidden agenda is just like confessing lust to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust. I'm standing here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. I always thought I stood here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Debut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-8975289327128095788?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/8975289327128095788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=8975289327128095788&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8975289327128095788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8975289327128095788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-and-lust.html' title='Love and Lust'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7189116015185338720</id><published>2008-07-23T09:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T09:19:26.617-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>Densha Otoko aka Train Man</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be my first post on novels! Yay! A good start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SIc6r1k901I/AAAAAAAAAPo/rnafxI4kNQo/s1600-h/artbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SIc6r1k901I/AAAAAAAAAPo/rnafxI4kNQo/s320/artbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226210417377661778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the name implies: Train Man or rather in Japanese its called "Densha Otoko".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel resolves a geek who save a bunch of people from being harassed in train and ending up dating one of the girls. As a geek (not hard feelings), he's 0 in dating as his age is equals the number of years he didn't date (imagine that!). So therefore, he gets guidance from what's he is best at. Computers and the Internet! There's a forum he goes to and he got his helps from his anonymous friends. Anyway, I'm still half way through this book but it's a great book for light reading and to relax! For those who might even be searching for assistance in dating, this book actually does help (*hint hint...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Train Man” teaches         us the power of community in helping love triumph over geekdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the above phrase from the net which I think basically telling people what's its really about on the book. Oh yeah! There's even a movie and a drama series on this too since it is an international best seller. Anyway, what I do like about this book is that it's not like your normal novel where everything is in paragraphs and dialogs. The way the author put it in the book is actually in a web forum style which is interesting to read with all those short-hands and emoticons we usually use on our MSN or forum chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sample:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SIc9sDp91vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/jYWFvIe5pAg/s1600-h/1157892812side85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SIc9sDp91vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/jYWFvIe5pAg/s320/1157892812side85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226213719691613938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'll watch the movie once I finish reading the book!&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/8388477856029372564-7189116015185338720?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7189116015185338720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7189116015185338720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7189116015185338720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7189116015185338720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/densha-otoko-aka-train-man.html' title='Densha Otoko aka Train Man'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SIc6r1k901I/AAAAAAAAAPo/rnafxI4kNQo/s72-c/artbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3898986694754609575</id><published>2008-07-22T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:06:27.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Screwed up!</title><content type='html'>Its midnight! Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been uber busy with god-knows-what-I-do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just put it in my usual tempo: I screwed up! Though not sure what I screwed up, I have a feeling I screwed up something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I'm starting to feel the I-should-not-have-declare-to-continue-single-life syndrome right now due to some utmost secretive reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3898986694754609575?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3898986694754609575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3898986694754609575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3898986694754609575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3898986694754609575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/screwed-up.html' title='Screwed up!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-8769158657352422917</id><published>2008-07-15T11:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:53:47.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>Korea!</title><content type='html'>Its midnight and I'm going to sleep soon! But before I start lying down on my bed and start dreaming, I wanna tell everyone this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M PLANNING TO GO KOREA NEXT YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not sure how short or long the trip is, I'm planning it now! Note that short means 2 weeks while long means a month! Gosh! The way I'm saying it is like I'm not gonna work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do wanna go using the backpacking style! Who's interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-8769158657352422917?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/8769158657352422917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=8769158657352422917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8769158657352422917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8769158657352422917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/korea.html' title='Korea!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-2051033889068998658</id><published>2008-07-13T09:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:47:01.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Hammering Thoughts That Should Be Typed Out</title><content type='html'>Fuh..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished the series "Forensic Heroes II" after a week's chase. Kinda lagged behind cause I had to wait for mom's free time! Anyway, a typical TVB series which will definitely set all viewers in motion just like any other. So, do watch it if you're interested. I don't usually have any bad reviews on stuffs I watch (except for Harry Potter movies though I still catch them when it's out) since I throw away 90% of all my sense of logics and rational. I could probably say whether the movie or drama or cartoon or anything on screen is awesome to watch or good to watch or for entertainment maybe or watch it when all the good ones are done. So no harm to the producers there right! *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NyrsJ9mrTC/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NyrsJ9mrTC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/4rWYyZq/music/ZZZWd2Yd/charmaine_sheh_charmaine_sheh_forensic_heroes_ii_subthememp/"&gt;charmaine sheh forensic heroes ii subtheme.mp3 - Charmaine Sheh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fellow readers who watched the "Forensic Heroes II" already and know details on it, do leave a comment here telling me what's the name of the song that comes out for every relationship scenes! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Clique Lounge with a bunch of friends (not really a bunch since there's only 4 I know) last night because it just opened (typical KL-ians to go to any new spots to chill). The short review I would give is that its not a bad place to chill out and have a cocktail or two with friends should mamak doesn't sound too appealing at certain nights. Though keep it mind only to chill and have a drink. Definitely wouldn't go there should you feel hyper and wanna start dancing with every partner you can get. But I definitely saw good looking ones in the lounge last night (note that I'm only referring to the girls in the lounge) so should you feel moody and wanna get to know some new people, its not a bad place to try out. Oh, the place is in Piccolo Hotel where the Piccolo Mondo used to be in Bukit Bintang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some booze (which I needed after some time), we head out to watch Hellboy II! Spoilers ahead! Not too much spoilers too kill ya off but I would say expect to go there for a laugh rather than the action! Oh! Make sure you notice the penis during the show! Had a good laugh on that scene !@#$% (definitely under the influence of alcohol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized my alcohol tolerance has went down quite a bit. Not to say that I have a high tolerance for alcohol but fairly okay to keep myself sane after some drinks. After thinking back a little, I would say it definitely had gone down compared to when I was in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all readers, especially those who were fairly exposed to my long delayed of "Love and Lust" posting, I finally have clues on what I think I wanna write about. Now I'll just need more information to add on the posting that I wanna put!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I wanted to talk about my reputation on being a true "wai lui sei" but was having writer's block on what I really wanted to explain about. Somehow, I really live to my reputation! Proud of it! Though still a WLS, I think I wanna pull back some of the essence and live low for a moment. Surprised? Me too! It's just one of my "bu neng shuo de mi mi"s and I think it's wise of me to do this now. Though I will still keep a lookout for pretty ladies on the street or anywhere, but just gonna keep it to a bare minimum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-2051033889068998658?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/2051033889068998658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=2051033889068998658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2051033889068998658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2051033889068998658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/hammering-thoughts-that-should-be-typed.html' title='Hammering Thoughts That Should Be Typed Out'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-8832070331967730615</id><published>2008-07-11T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:38:04.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Desperate House-moment</title><content type='html'>Its midnight and I'm boreddddd.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse? Its a Friday NIGHTTTTTT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be out but here I am making blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Wei Yee did ask me whether I wanna go Icebar or not but I ain't getting any reply from here after that! Typical of her though! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my room television is actually on now and I'm catching glimpse of Desperate Housewives. Never really follow the series but this is not right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live up some of my own life. Really, since I came back I haven't really been doing anything that I wanted without glitches coming up. Plus why do I feel like I don't get the feeling of being a 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this is a night of frustration. Maybe I'll just need to get a job and everything will be more okay to my half. When I get the salary, when I get the ........ (just too many to list down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam, the job applications, the too much of staying INDOOR, the restless sleep, the bu neng shuo de mi mi, the urge of going to the club and just dancing while boozing myself of, the too much of "be careful and safe" kinda environment and loads more I think. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those kinda stuffs are bad for people in my age I dare say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I think I just need to get drunk and be done with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: The job interviews I had so far are okay I think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-8832070331967730615?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/8832070331967730615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=8832070331967730615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8832070331967730615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8832070331967730615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/desperate-house-moment.html' title='Desperate House-moment'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-4586740192391100983</id><published>2008-07-09T09:06:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:51:42.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures Grunts'/><title type='text'>Graduation III - Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beramai-ramai take photo (I'm in some corner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTGlqvNpCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q27Gy3PSLJg/s1600-h/DSC01629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTGlqvNpCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q27Gy3PSLJg/s320/DSC01629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221016218459022370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the delay! As usual, I'm the king of all delays! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTG-oRmaSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_343PHdeJV0/s1600-h/IMG_8355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTG-oRmaSI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_343PHdeJV0/s320/IMG_8355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221016647294675234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those starting from S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTHwldTVvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y3tLXHYDvIg/s1600-h/IMG_8391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTHwldTVvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y3tLXHYDvIg/s320/IMG_8391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221017505531909874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People who are watching from above (My mom says Rain laughs like her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTJSnMX24I/AAAAAAAAAOw/g1lhaTIIbjE/s1600-h/IMG_8415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTJSnMX24I/AAAAAAAAAOw/g1lhaTIIbjE/s320/IMG_8415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221019189624953730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family picture (Professor Soh, Soh Potter, Leng Lui Mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTKgVQ8o3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/mA-pPNfoAu4/s1600-h/IMG_8407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTKgVQ8o3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/mA-pPNfoAu4/s320/IMG_8407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221020524842099570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone's looking up but Wilson's expression is like he just saw a panty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTLBIZeWAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FBUwVURKriE/s1600-h/IMG_8421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTLBIZeWAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FBUwVURKriE/s320/IMG_8421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221021088323885058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seng Zhao's looks kinda odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTLfEHY2AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CxRYS9Yavlc/s1600-h/IMG_8430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTLfEHY2AI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CxRYS9Yavlc/s320/IMG_8430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221021602570360834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seng Zhao looks odd again. Mario saw the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTMPOw6VWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KrKivoGHjyk/s1600-h/IMG_8449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTMPOw6VWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/KrKivoGHjyk/s320/IMG_8449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221022430062597474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 38th Street people! We're being dwarfed by Kim Ming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTNPBZGh4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/AFkfZfdhvYU/s1600-h/IMG_8636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTNPBZGh4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/AFkfZfdhvYU/s320/IMG_8636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221023525984700290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah Bii and me! Sorry Rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTN9O9lWfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pq3oIlbHzvs/s1600-h/IMG_8469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTN9O9lWfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pq3oIlbHzvs/s320/IMG_8469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221024319901358578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quack and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I uploaded quite a lot of pictures already! So, treat your eyes properly by only looking at the handsome guy in the pictures (*ehem! that's me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I just had my interview earlier today for bout 2 hours! Crap! Haha. . . Hope they love me though!&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/8388477856029372564-4586740192391100983?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4586740192391100983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=4586740192391100983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4586740192391100983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4586740192391100983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/graduation-iii-pictures.html' title='Graduation III - Pictures'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SHTGlqvNpCI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Q27Gy3PSLJg/s72-c/DSC01629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5540153176201035905</id><published>2008-07-05T02:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T02:50:49.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures Grunts'/><title type='text'>Graduation III</title><content type='html'>Hellooo. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually found some empty slots in my somehow self-declared "tight" schedule to post up pictures and posting with regard to my graduation which happened 2 MONTHS AGO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry peepz but I don't know why I feel so busy although I'm not really entirely. Anyway, why don't I try to update everyone on any updates that pop out from my mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. . . I'm job-hunting right now and am gonna attend an interview on Wednesday noon with GE. Mind you GE stands for Great Eastern not General Electric as that was what Shawn, Wei Yee and Daniel thought of at first hear last night! Why would they thought of General Electrics when its not even a popular (I think) in Malaysia? Beats me to find out. Anyway, I'm trying as hard as possible to meet up with friends that I "dumped" here in KL when I went back to the States last year so to those whom I haven't meet up with do bare with the waitings yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have thought that I have graduated in May and its already July now! Time does travel in its own pace huh. I wished it followed mine. Friends in U.S. getting their jobs and leading a different path now (Congrats to Wilson for getting his dream job far far away from the other Midwest gang), and me applying companies by companies on what ever I can grab. Mind you, I still don't really know what I wanna do even till now. The solution is therefore getting what I can get and try to establish from there. Luckily, I will be learning some rather interesting new stuffs soon (I hope) and its something which I had actually been yearning to learn since I was a small kid (something like at the age of 7). To those who wandering what's that about try guessing! Though I doubt you will be able to find out. I did mention new stuffs (note the s) and one of the new things that I have develop some kinda keen interest in is photography. Don't get too surprised and start thinking that I would get a big camera and all those fancy lenses now! Hold your imaginations. I had some basics in photography before thanks to my dad who taught me all about the important pieces that I need to know in order to take pictures that are worth it (I doubt mine is worth anything), so what I plan to do now is actually try to develop an "eye" or rather a knack for taking pictures from different perspective and angles. So, it will gonna be a long time until I'll get something better as a camera as I intend to play along with old camera for now (playing with the basics that my camera can offer). A few that I know have been giving me advices lately telling me to play along with my camera first before doing a huge leap like normally people do which is why I'm gonna take that advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, seemed like I have been talking non-stop about myself huh. . . I really wanted to talk something about graduation and friends in the U.S. but I'm really outdated on what's new! UPDATE ME! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About graduation, Drake's graduation is never anything on the fancy side during the whole commencement ceremony so imagine a dull procession going on. What did surprise me was the speech given by the Student Body President which was really up-lifting and cheerful which made the event seemed better than usual (I have attended a total of 3 commencements in Drake). Anyhow, typical of Malaysian students to blast their cameras out to take as any photos as possible after the commencement event with their friends and families. I do think that none would actually thought of everyone has been there throughout all these time and gonna move on towards their own directions the very next moment when everything ends. We do think that we are taking photos for our memories of everyone but it never actually crossed our tiny minds on how vast and big the difference in the path we chose are gonna be. So, here's my wish to everyone (although it seemed alittle on the late side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY GRADUATION AND HAVE A WONDERFUL WALK AHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;MAY OUR PATHS INTERVENE AGAIN SOMETIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the finale. . . PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooops! I forgot! Pictures are in my laptop and I'm posting these using my house-PC! So, wait for Graduation III-Pictures tonight (cross my fingers) yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5540153176201035905?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5540153176201035905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5540153176201035905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5540153176201035905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5540153176201035905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/graduation-iii.html' title='Graduation III'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3965306012301643207</id><published>2008-07-01T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:19:49.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>Emergency</title><content type='html'>Oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a post that was supposed to be in the listing I mentioned in the earlier post. However, this is post is a must and absolute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a Hebe photo gallery on my side bar on my blog page. Nevertheless I have now taken it off the page as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUDE PICTURES OF SOME AH LIAN COME OUT INSTEAD ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*&amp;amp;^%$#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Problem settled. This is not an age 18+ blog page. Though the content might sometimes take people of above that age to understand! *wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3965306012301643207?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3965306012301643207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3965306012301643207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3965306012301643207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3965306012301643207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/07/emergency.html' title='Emergency'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-6327461428088863110</id><published>2008-06-30T07:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:19:08.787-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Future Postings and Hellloooo</title><content type='html'>Yes yes yes... Here I am after a certain period of long absence... A few die hard readers have been starting to sound out their disapproval of my out-dated and empty blog. Since most of them are girls *ehem (from a typical wai lui sei fellow like me) I'll put up a simple post for today just to tell you people out there what I'm planning to post up in this very near future or actually just how off scheduled I am in my postings. You may very well be surprised. Haha. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stuffs that I would need to shout about in this near future would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Graduation III&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;US to KL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My journey in Eastern Europe (there's gonna be a good few posts on this trip I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love and Lust (I wonder how many times have I postponed this but worry not, it will come out some day :D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie reviews (I missed out a lot of good movies already)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yup. This is a brief post I dare say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK IN K LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Satisfaction max people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss US okayyy (just the people living in it only). . . Especially the internet connection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some recent pictures of me to show you all that I'm still healthy and good looking despite my long away-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SGjcAlTuaQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KUNlJc57LL4/s1600-h/IMG_0033+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SGjcAlTuaQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KUNlJc57LL4/s320/IMG_0033+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217662070881675522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SGjc_os6h4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9duasQ4uKm0/s1600-h/IMG_0069+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SGjc_os6h4I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/9duasQ4uKm0/s320/IMG_0069+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217663154124392322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures are courtesy of my Eastern Europe trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-6327461428088863110?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6327461428088863110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=6327461428088863110&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6327461428088863110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6327461428088863110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/06/future-postings-and-hellloooo.html' title='Future Postings and Hellloooo'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SGjcAlTuaQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KUNlJc57LL4/s72-c/IMG_0033+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-6099991224224614891</id><published>2008-05-19T00:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:50:38.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Graduation II</title><content type='html'>I should write more on my graduation. Yes I should! Pictures and feelings and descriptions! SO most probably this post is gonna be a mixture of sad and happy stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Texas Roadhouse for an early dinner after a brief shopping moment in Jordan Creek. Mom was absolutely delighted to shop since it has been so long ever since she has me as shopping "kaki". I have good shopping sense for ladies' clothes as proven by many right?!&lt;br /&gt;After our somewhat rolls dinner, we went to Saylorville Lake to enjoy the relaxing "breeze" and sceneries plus taking a short transit taking photos with tanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;The exciting event that took place later was all the food talks made possible by my Malaysia Food GPS Dad and Setapak residents with a few introductions of PJ, Malacca, and Johor residents. Yummy~~~ I'm so glad I'm going back to savor everything!!! For those who are not coming back so soon and those who are coming back in a later date, I'll finish your portions for you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;The next event that took place really surprised me so I'm gonna call it a surprising event! I thought everyone went home! And right after my shower, I heard the whole lot of people talking loudly in front of my house! Guess what? Everyone who supposed to have gone back sleeping for the graduation event came over to my place for the last event of the day! A farewell party for their party boy - ME! Man~ Damn touched by you all (not literally though). Nearly cried some crocodile's tears out. It was a real funny and sorta mixed feeling type of party. I was happy and laughing a lot because of the jokes and stuffs we talked about and at the same time somewhere inside of me it was like, "After all these, we would all have to continue on different paths and in my case, in US, this is one of the last best party that I ever gonna be involved for the time-being. We never know what the future is but for now its sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna continue this on the next post after I collect more photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-6099991224224614891?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6099991224224614891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=6099991224224614891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6099991224224614891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6099991224224614891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation-ii.html' title='Graduation II'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1181174138923647300</id><published>2008-05-18T16:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:26:32.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Just to tell everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have GRADUATED !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my school days have finally came to a temporary stop....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1181174138923647300?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1181174138923647300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1181174138923647300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1181174138923647300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1181174138923647300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3659975173039240968</id><published>2008-05-14T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:50:27.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Di mana ada perjumpaan, di situ ada perpisahan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the popular phrases or quotes that were being used during my high school days in my essay writings. I had not truly to be able to grasp the meaning and feeling behind this quote as to me friends of mine are always there. However, after two and a half years living, growing, and observing, I truly understand this quote now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finish my last course finals this morning. This marks the end of my continuous years of pursuing formal education. How long have it been? I don't really know. Anyhow, after this Sunday's commencement, most of us will depart our paths differently and live to walk hard. Some being up in the North, some in the East, South would definitely have some and West would always be welcoming. I, myself would be going back to the far East. Back to what I once and still am calling HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home! A word that everyone has and cherishes. KL has always been the best place for me. But the States has not been bad either. I made friends. Friends who drink and party crazy with me, friends who share dinners with me, friends who call up to you if there is anything to "inform", friends who will be friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those words up there, I bet most of you must be starting to miss me already! So what I'm gonna say is and I will say again soon is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE 2.5 YEARS HAVE BEEN GREAT! I'M GONNA MISS ALL YOU SO MUCH WHEN I GET HOME! DON'T FORGET TO HOLLER K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SCuygOsb-MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0lmMTVpwHGs/s1600-h/IMG_8240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SCuygOsb-MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0lmMTVpwHGs/s320/IMG_8240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200446461499406530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could only find this picture with all our recent looks. Should take one again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Graduation 18th May 2008. Make sure there's graduation gifts!!! hehe. . .&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/8388477856029372564-3659975173039240968?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3659975173039240968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3659975173039240968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3659975173039240968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3659975173039240968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/05/di-mana-ada-perjumpaan-di-situ-ada.html' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SCuygOsb-MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/0lmMTVpwHGs/s72-c/IMG_8240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1891619867591792905</id><published>2008-05-13T06:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T06:36:43.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First time. . .</title><content type='html'>Its not a special thing and I bet a lot of you folks have done it! Well, this is my first time this year! I'm actually awake at 6am in the morning! Nothing exciting, nothing special! ! ! Just waking up early for my finals at 7.30am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Since the beginning of the year till now, I have never wake up this early before! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bum. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1891619867591792905?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1891619867591792905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1891619867591792905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1891619867591792905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1891619867591792905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-time.html' title='First time. . .'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-9171397445563554621</id><published>2008-05-11T02:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T02:15:26.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Its only words...</title><content type='html'>Writing what ever that comes into my mind at the moment is the best way to ease my brain right now. Just let it all go out! All those fragments of unused wandering around words, equations, thoughts, theories and much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Ache&lt;br /&gt;Neck&lt;br /&gt;Blur&lt;br /&gt;Words&lt;br /&gt;Air&lt;br /&gt;Pillow&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;Itch&lt;br /&gt;Drown&lt;br /&gt;Deep&lt;br /&gt;Dry&lt;br /&gt;Dark&lt;br /&gt;Serene&lt;br /&gt;Tick&lt;br /&gt;Gun&lt;br /&gt;Jump&lt;br /&gt;M1&lt;br /&gt;M2&lt;br /&gt;M3&lt;br /&gt;Repo&lt;br /&gt;Careless whisper&lt;br /&gt;Stretch&lt;br /&gt;Lone&lt;br /&gt;60s&lt;br /&gt;70s&lt;br /&gt;Saxophone&lt;br /&gt;Roses&lt;br /&gt;Ramen&lt;br /&gt;U.S.&lt;br /&gt;Drake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its enough! I'll just go and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-9171397445563554621?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/9171397445563554621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=9171397445563554621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/9171397445563554621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/9171397445563554621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-only-words.html' title='Its only words...'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1341879938238083961</id><published>2008-05-10T01:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T01:44:28.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Something you tend to forget</title><content type='html'>I believe everyone has the feeling and thought once in awhile where you hope that God would by somehow a slip of chance perform a miracle that you want. Unfortunately, life isn't this way and you've gotta work hard for it. I realized this a long long time ago but forgot about it until recently. I suppose that at some point in life you tend to forget and let go some important "ways of life" s that make you a person you really are. Luck isn't something that you look at upon the stars and pray hard that God would hear you out and lend a hand while all you did was just sitting under a coconut tree. Luck to me was something that I work on it knowing happily that it will happen because its done by myself and not by any other outsiders. I just remembered that awhile ago. How did I forget such an important thing? I think I got too lucky and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Love and Lust would be premiering at some point of time but I'm still unsure when!&lt;br /&gt;             I'll be putting up a post of the two greatest teachers I had in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1341879938238083961?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1341879938238083961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1341879938238083961&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1341879938238083961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1341879938238083961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-believe-everyone-has-feeling-and.html' title='Something you tend to forget'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-6599537052276525124</id><published>2008-05-08T19:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:13:41.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>Made of Honor</title><content type='html'>Watched "Made of Honor". One of the few 2008 movies I wanted to watch. Watched Iron Man too. Next in list will be Zohan, Love Guru, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SCOkjXsqsmI/AAAAAAAAANw/n7pw5cgNAf0/s1600-h/madeofhonor1_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SCOkjXsqsmI/AAAAAAAAANw/n7pw5cgNAf0/s320/madeofhonor1_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198179322479424098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Should I leave all those girls behind for this one?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If she's as "good" as all of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SCOktXsqsnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4tKQ0ZSGKbs/s1600-h/made-of-honor-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SCOktXsqsnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4tKQ0ZSGKbs/s320/made-of-honor-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198179494278115954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would I be this good looking and my dance partner being that pretty?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanna blab something about this movie. I'll recommend it! Its like any typical love movie but I think the screen-play was simple and nice. Not too much and not too monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching I had a thought, does it really happen in real world where you realize that the person you love is gonna get married and you step in just in time before them saying "I do!". Or does that only happen in the movies just like many other things that are. I imagined two different scenarios should it happen to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm the dumb guy who didn't appreciate the person I love and tried my very best to stop the wedding only to know everything I do is in vain until the last minute where I slam the church doors open and say, "STOP!" The girl would then be impressed (can't think of any sweeter words" by my "I love you" or Kumar's square root love poem and we kiss. After all those happy and hugging moments, I get punched. OUCH!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm the lucky and perfect guy for the lady I'm going to marry not knowing (or knowing... I'm not dumb) that someone else is actually in love with her and tried to stop my wedding and "plans" for the night. *wink. Right before I say "I do" and the man in black (they should wear something brighter and happier since its a happy event) ask me to kiss the bride, some good-for-nothing asshole jumps in and shout, "You're gonna regret this!" My bride then gets stolen by his sweet words (which I give to her every single moment but she says "ewww") and tried to run off with him. I'm not that dumb though and have the doors closed. I go in front of my "bride" where she will keep apologizing and pour my tears out asking, "WHY?" I would then act generous (dumb...) and bold asking her to leave and be happy. Right when the good-for-nothing guy says thanks I punch him in the guts! YEAH! Everyone cheers! Sadly, I go back to my room and bandage up my hurting fist cause unlike the guy in the movie I'm not so well-built!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Here you go! Shit! I forgot to mention spoiler alert. . . I'm such a naughty fellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My SAD friend. . . I have bullets for this post again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-6599537052276525124?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6599537052276525124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=6599537052276525124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6599537052276525124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/6599537052276525124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/05/made-of-honor.html' title='Made of Honor'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SCOkjXsqsmI/AAAAAAAAANw/n7pw5cgNAf0/s72-c/madeofhonor1_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3163793843718009027</id><published>2008-05-07T18:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:32:35.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>My blog is already full of dust according to Eming when I said his is starting to get dusty. Been quite some time since my last post and I still haven't put up my post of Love &amp;amp; Lust! Gosh, you guys must be mad at me. Sorry people! Lately I have been inspirational-less! Haha. . . Anyway, just thought I might update what happen to me in this absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the fact that my house-mate was kinda on the down side that he was constantly being an ass nothing much happens. Maybe fooling around with some new found entertainment thanks to a certain "sad" someone (shhhh...) but the fun died down in a blink of an eye! Gimme something new to fool with please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I remembered this as Wilson (the ass house-mate) asked me this in one stupid night. He asked whether what I expected when I first come to U.S. has been fulfilled or was as expected. Here are some of the things I remembered I should expect and the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would stay in U.S. long term after graduating and getting job. (preferably San Francisco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would be visiting San Francisco again while traveling to many different parts of U.S.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would do well in my profession.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would make a few more wonderful friends into my already precious list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would get a new girlfriend. *wink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would get to date an American. (actually as long as any foreign girls might do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would improve on my looks/vanity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I might get a particular weird accent in my English.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would experience life as such as what I watched in the Hollywood movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would be able to know myself better by living alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would get an American room-mate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would not be a virgin anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't get a job and decided to go back to Malaysia where part of life is. I would still want a job in San Francisco though. Anytime!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't get to visit San Francisco again since none of my trip lists with my friends was to go there. There should be a chance to go with KM and John but I wasted it by spending 60+ hours just to go back to KL. I did get to visit many other places in U.S. thanks to our infamous road-trip with my infamous "siao" friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the biggest thing I ever regret is that I didn't do as well as I would expect. I would blame nothing and no one but only myself on this. I'm still too immature and full of openings. In a blink of an eye, it was nearly too late for me to renounce myself. Luckily there was a glimpse of hope.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Again, I consider myself very lucky to be able to find good companions through out my course of life. I might be unlucky in many things but this one category wins them all. From primary till secondary till college and even till now (including tuition times in KL) I have met a tremendous amount of good friends. Not only you people are sweet~ but nonetheless true. Thanks peepz! (you know who you all are. Lazy to list out)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sadly, after breaking up with my ex few months before departing to U.S. I have always been single for this past two and a half years. I tried but ......... (you guys tau tau la...) (to mom: i know what you're probably thinking but your son moved on a long time already so there are others too. Even with others no history repeats itself don't worry)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This was one of the main items in my list and I'm still hoping till now. As many times as possible I remember I tried. Though so far, it had been full of dismals. Tak tau la aku salah apa. Most probably wrong height and color. *wink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did improve on my looks a little compared to last time and I did add on a lot on my vainness. The credits go to a few of you who influence me. Hehe. . .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do got a little weird accent in my English especially when I'm speaking to the "ang-mou"s. They seemed to understand what I say more when I'm in this accent. Excuses~&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not really sure I did or not. Maybe in a few items. So, no comments here!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did get to know myself more and at the same time lose a tit and tat for knowing. No information comes without any payment made.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did applied for a local as a room-mate but they gave me KM. At first I even thought that he's a Korean. No hard feelings man. You're one of the best mate out there! Room and house mate of course! Though I know you applied for a local too and got me instead. No regrets there I hope.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, and sadly enough I AM STILL ONE! What a pity!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Enjoy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3163793843718009027?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3163793843718009027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3163793843718009027&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3163793843718009027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3163793843718009027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/05/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-2071468419058145208</id><published>2008-04-30T12:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:52:17.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daytime Grunts'/><title type='text'>A Series of Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I know that this post is kinda out of what I'm supposed to be posting about which is "Love or Lust" but I definitely have ta blog this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept early last night thinking that I need to wake up early for my class tomorrow. So I pull my blanket plus comforter (it was shit cold) and tug myself comfortably in it. As I drool and doze of into my sleep, my series of nightmares began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a dream that my friend's girl (note: I'm not sure which friend's so no hard feelings) was like a super-glue sticking to me every moment like a bug. It was kinda annoying (in that dream my friend's fury eyeballs were shooting at me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was having dinner with my family and suddenly I was sitting on a different table. When I realized I was just on the upper floor of the restaurant I tried to go down back to my family's table but failed. Somehow a series of stupid and threatening events kept preventing me from going downstairs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a gun in my hand and there was a body sprawling on the ground with no blood oozing out surprisingly. Police sirens were every where and I ran. As I ran the scene changes again to the longest nightmare of all last night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was a boxer (fighter perhaps) and was on the run. I was running away from a group of people that I just fought and they were seeking me for revenge or what ever I do not know. I ran into a hideout of another group of fighters. However, luckily this group of people were kind to let me hide in their place. They even have a underground cult praying center and a pagoda for housing. I was sent up to one of the rooms for rest. Later, one of the member told me that a higher-up of theirs wanted to meet me. And so I went to meet up the person but it was a long way up as I have to go through mazes to reach that meeting point. It was an empty unfurnished room. The guy (which was supposed to be the best fighter in the group) asked me whether I wanted to be stronger and I said, "Yeah!" Next thing I know I was being stabbed my super lots of needles and syringes onto my chest and arms. Pain!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This event is still based on what happened above earlier but I was in a different body of another person as I watched the guy who got stabbed by all those stuffs shouted in pain and his body was getting bigger. I tried to run away. As I reached the door I took a glimpse the so called best fighter in the group has his head got burst by a blow from the now monstrous person. I ran down the stairs as I heard the monstrous mutated person was chasing me! Other members in the group just seemed to disappear. I reached the bottom but the door wouldn't budge (as usual...) and I don't know where the monstrous person was. All I had to do was to tremble at one spot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up!  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-2071468419058145208?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/2071468419058145208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=2071468419058145208&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2071468419058145208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2071468419058145208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/04/series-of-nightmare.html' title='A Series of Nightmare'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1666298553408887891</id><published>2008-04-21T22:36:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:02:24.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive Grunts'/><title type='text'>Saturday April 19th: flip-phone, slide-phone, dis-knee, etc. etc.</title><content type='html'>The date says it all. Its an eventful day! First of all, my friends and I had a wonderful card and pizza night before that. We played a new card game that Michelle learned from her friends in CR (note that CR does have some entertainment huh...) . Oh, the game was called "sheng ji" (hope that my pinyin is correct) meaning "naik pangkat". Its a nice and funny game I can tell you with all those complicated rules (wonder its the game problem or the teacher's fault). Not to forget that due to popular demand from Mario and I, we proceeded to the "conteng muka" game which I bet Rain would be so envy of that we were playing that! Haha. . . Too bad you're late a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, enough said of the night of Friday the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing we did on this day would be that we went to Jordan Creek to watch "The Forbidden Kingdom" by Jet Li and Jackie Chan. I don't wanna put on my comments on that show and what I thought about it since Wilson did the courtesy of putting so in his &lt;a href="http://wilsonliong.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks Wilson for saving my time in this post. After the movie, guess what happens? We all went back to treat our vanity for the Malaysian Night later on. After Malaysian Night, the party continues! It was a super eventful day and night I can tell. Much happens and we all had fun! Though a little of mishap at the end of the session, I hope everyone would just chill about it. No point making yourself unhappy for the insignificant events right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are photos of our fun and exciting moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1gL0EyYTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HD3jylfkQQo/s1600-h/IMG_8171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1gL0EyYTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HD3jylfkQQo/s320/IMG_8171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191911701501600050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rain with the Hamsap Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1gZ0EyYUI/AAAAAAAAANA/zhVfWuhvWdw/s1600-h/IMG_8172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1gZ0EyYUI/AAAAAAAAANA/zhVfWuhvWdw/s320/IMG_8172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191911942019768642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The House-mates of 38th Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1gqkEyYVI/AAAAAAAAANI/0QmEeJfsUdw/s1600-h/IMG_8176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1gqkEyYVI/AAAAAAAAANI/0QmEeJfsUdw/s320/IMG_8176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191912229782577490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth and I. Randy popping out from the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1g50EyYWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b4uin_Wu0rM/s1600-h/IMG_8178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1g50EyYWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/b4uin_Wu0rM/s320/IMG_8178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191912491775582562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaki Minumku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1ha0EyYXI/AAAAAAAAANY/YxGnF-MYe50/s1600-h/IMG_8215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1ha0EyYXI/AAAAAAAAANY/YxGnF-MYe50/s320/IMG_8215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191913058711265650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fellow Malaysian Night committee and all. You guys and girls did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1h2kEyYYI/AAAAAAAAANg/zJWOcDkaePE/s1600-h/IMG_8230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1h2kEyYYI/AAAAAAAAANg/zJWOcDkaePE/s320/IMG_8230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191913535452635522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel (those funny words in my title has something to do with her, don't you all agree), Chris,&lt;br /&gt;Me, Seng Zhao, Quack, Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1ik0EyYZI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y-FaI_zGaT8/s1600-h/IMG_8240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1ik0EyYZI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y-FaI_zGaT8/s320/IMG_8240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191914330021585298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Initial everyone. Crush became kinda over crowded later on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I have lots more of wonderful pictures taken. Lazy to upload and also groupie pictures with me inside are kinda limited since I'm the one who "pegang" camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1666298553408887891?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1666298553408887891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1666298553408887891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1666298553408887891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1666298553408887891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/04/saturday-april-19th-flip-phone-slide.html' title='Saturday April 19th: flip-phone, slide-phone, dis-knee, etc. etc.'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SA1gL0EyYTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/HD3jylfkQQo/s72-c/IMG_8171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-8354934601046586210</id><published>2008-04-15T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:01:53.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>Is marriage necessary</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a href="http://psraintan.blogspot.com"&gt;Rain's&lt;/a&gt; blog some time ago and there was this post where it caught my attention (others are just a fag). The post was something on whether marriage is necessary. Reasons and points were posted up for us readers at that time to ponder upon. Few of the questions that might come up when you're reading it will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is marriage another level of commitment in a relationship and love?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is marriage is just like any other piece of legal paper? Once there's a glitch in the gear of relationship does the piece of paper pose any special effect?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why would people wanna get married?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does marriage proves that you relationship has reached a stable point?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;In my opinion, marriage is just a process of officiating that two individuals are now generally together. Having go through this process does not put you into any new wave of love or deeper commitment. You are committed enough once you are loving and sincere to each other. What marriage does is to put you through the society legal process of acceptance. Should you do not get married and stay together for a super long term society will tend to put you into the illegal, bad category. That's societal truth especially in the East too. If not the word cohabitation (thanks to Michelle for mentioning this word earlier) would not have be created and people would not wince at hearing this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to the both individuals who tied the knot through marriage, it might appear as useless to them from what I describe earlier above. However, somehow and somewhat this marriage does affect them. Whether a conscious thought or an unconscious thought, people who tied the know tend to commit a new extra few % into their relationship compared to before marriage. Having being brought up by the society and lived as the society, these individuals would now feel that they have been recognized 100% by their spouses and are now deserving this title. Therefore, is marriage necessary if you asked me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer: In this very world we have been living for such a long time, yes we do! Also, on a personal part, I do want my special someone to be recognize as my other half rather than being my girlfriend only won't I. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I have a professor in one of my classes where he's not married due to the fact that he and his girlfriend agreed that as long as the government does not pass the law of allowing gay marriage they will not get married. However, they do have a legal paper done that shows that they are by legal together. So, does that considered a marriage?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-8354934601046586210?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/8354934601046586210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=8354934601046586210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8354934601046586210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8354934601046586210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-marriage-necessary.html' title='Is marriage necessary'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5198318606293994478</id><published>2008-04-13T23:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:17:02.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Something special</title><content type='html'>My two and a half years of studying is gonna end soon. Friends and mates are gonna go apart. Will we still be what we are 5 years from now? Anyway, before everything ends, I'm gonna give ya all something memorable and special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hope I can get it done on time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5198318606293994478?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5198318606293994478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5198318606293994478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5198318606293994478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5198318606293994478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-special.html' title='Something special'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5666947100729335382</id><published>2008-04-09T23:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:02:50.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Insecure</title><content type='html'>In our world of such superficiality, would there ever be such a thing as transparency? We hold tightly to our believe that transparency is the key to a peaceful world and blah blah blah but can such thing ever come true? My ENG101 lecturer, Miss Mary once stamp these words of "carpe diem" hard into our heart and living. It means seize the day! Be yourself! Live your life to the fullest and be happy about it. Happiness of living once life to the fullest is to me the greatest blessing a person could ever receive. However, I now ask the question would us people ever get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy. What's so hard about it? Content! Relief! Laugh! Smile! Those are all part of what happiness is. In most cases, making others happy is gonna make yourself happy even more. That is what I have been believing and have been holding on in life. Isn't it correct? Nevertheless, as time goes on, I do now realize that by making others happy I would ending up hurting another. Could that be call happiness for myself? I made A happy by doing such and such but by doing so I made B unhappy. And since the world is in the shape of a circle, it will hit me back with a sad result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the almighty God and I'm not perfect but can't I even do something as simple as making everyone happy? I do have a rough idea what happens. While I'm busy cheering up another, I sent out insecurities to the other unknowingly. I never think of the thoughts and feelings of others once I'm focusing on one. As always, the insecurities that I gave would somehow end up hurting those whom I tried so hard to cheer on. Is it my own very deep down in the core of a problem that I cannot provide comfort, warmth and security to people? Is my method of doing so wrong? I have no idea on what other methods I could use or try. Not being myself to provide these is just like betraying myself by pushing aside my principals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile and face it. That has always been my way of cheering people and showing my concern. However, others might feel that this is immature of me and I should have been serious about it. I am serious is what I always say but can't I be serious with a smile and a lighter heart? Must seriousness be a heavy thing? Is this what society wants me to do? Is by putting a fake front would give more security? I do have a lot of fake masks that I usually wear and I could do it anytime should it make everyone feel better. But how long would it lasts I asked myself. Lying or just telling a white lie is a second nature to me already but when it comes down to things I hold dearly I ought to feel that I should let you all know this is who I am really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such a superficial world then how could I really find who myself truly need to be or who I truly am? I'm lost and have been lost for too long of a period of time already. At least it shows to me that I'm feeling most unsecured right now. Not knowing what, who, and why of me, myself and I. Maybe this is the root of the problem after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5666947100729335382?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5666947100729335382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5666947100729335382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5666947100729335382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5666947100729335382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/04/insecure.html' title='Insecure'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-8484060425759420955</id><published>2008-04-06T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:09:01.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>In such a night...</title><content type='html'>Des Moines has finally turn green! What a relief after months of seeing it in white. Its also the time where I can actually open my window now and not having the cold sensation lingering at every part of my body. With such a beautiful weather what's better than is to have a clear night sky filled with stars accompanied by the buzz of crickets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Okay! I know I'm being sissy-like again but listening to old ballads such as Careless Whisper (which is currently blazing up in my room) aren't really helping me not to either! I suddenly remembered something my buddy used to love to say once when we were in high school. It goes on like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such a night, did pretty Jessica blah blah blah (I could only remember half of it! Anyway, what important to him at that time was the girl's name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm gonna try my very own modified version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such a night, is my soul still lingering in the cry cool air of spring not knowing where it should settle down on? In such a night, am I still thinking on what I could have done to make things better now? In such a night, am I having regrets on decisions that I have made? In such a night, would a cup of hot steamy coffee help to ease my beaten up mind? In such a night, would those that I care for think of me too? In such a night, in such a night, in such a night, would I be still having this kind of thoughts and feeling in such a night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Rain told me recently that she wanted to rebut some of my opinions which I have post up on my blog but couldn't find the right words to express. This is what I'm having at the moment and the best I could do in such a night is to write out those questions that I can best relate my feelings on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-8484060425759420955?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/8484060425759420955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=8484060425759420955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8484060425759420955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/8484060425759420955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-such-night.html' title='In such a night...'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7543307116613914717</id><published>2008-04-01T22:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:55:20.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>Hey yo everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the fooling so far? Got fooled? Fooled someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my case, I did fool a couple of people out there! But haven't got fooled by anyone. I'm just to protective of myself. Teehee. . . As in any case, this April Fool is a kinda special to me. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is because I finally date a girl after such a long period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I found gold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I'm gonna become president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because  set up for myself a very own personal candle-light dinner. Yup! Shocked? Surprised? Feel like strangling me? Lame? Haha. . . Laugh all you want at a foolish me preparing up a special dinner for myself. But I kinda like it. Sometimes you gotta treat yourself nice and for me this is one of those many occasions! Words can't explain it. So, here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R_MCg8Ex-BI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yQcaeCgoBhk/s1600-h/IMG_8146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R_MCg8Ex-BI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yQcaeCgoBhk/s320/IMG_8146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184490360938821650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's menu: tomato soup au gratin, Malaysia map Steak, ice Ribena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R_MDOsEx-CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lIjifRgZDPU/s1600-h/IMG_8147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R_MDOsEx-CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/lIjifRgZDPU/s320/IMG_8147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184491146917836834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you think it looks like the map of M'sia (left: peninsular; right: Borneo)&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/8388477856029372564-7543307116613914717?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7543307116613914717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7543307116613914717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7543307116613914717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7543307116613914717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R_MCg8Ex-BI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yQcaeCgoBhk/s72-c/IMG_8146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7622459320237806589</id><published>2008-03-26T23:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:16:49.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>High School level requirement</title><content type='html'>Wow! Its been awhile haven't it? Really. . . Unlike all my other fellow bloggers out there, I have nothing much to write about. Well, Spring Break did just got done with and normally I should have loads to fill out in this site. Sorry people! None! This Spring Break is the one with the most laid back happenings of all. The only stuffs that I have was uploaded in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually filling up this post just to tell you all out there that this blog is still surviving and existing! Haha. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy (not sure to be happy or not) note, Eming did a scanning for my blog using this site: http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx; where it shows the reading level required in order to understand what the heck I'm actually writing about. Well, luckily for most of my readers out there, you don't need to be an Einstein to be able to understand it cause the reading level requirement for this blog page is only at the level of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case, no problem there right! Well, to describe a high school level requirement (from here onwards I'm gonna be bullshitting) of reading, I strongly believe that what ever I'm writing is actually simple and easy to understand but require a deeper amount of comprehension in order to get the 100% effect of my words used. Its something like a piece of steak made ready to eat but enhanced with a dash of seasoning for a better taste of the cooking. And I'm not those typical high school selected kinda people where you really need to be special to understand. Just bear in mind that I give craps. So sit back, ease your mind, take a sip of wine (if you're above 21), and laugh while reading how silly the post is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a stroke of events, my dearest friend also my "kai" sister asked me a question earlier today. She asked, "Am I emo?" The word emo here meant emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she wanted to know or rather clarify is that whether is she the type of girl that would simply "let out air" to her special person. Well, I told her a bunch of stuffs from A to Z which lead to other topics as well but we won't get that far okay? The truth is (now that I think back) who won't be emotional to their special ones sometimes. Its the emotion that comes into play in the first place that we recognize this special person. So the correct question is most likely to be "How emotional am I?" but not "Am I?". Lop-sided alittle, I believe all the girls in this world have the right to be more expressive of their emotion that guys. Not that I mean guys can't do it often but come on, guys have to keep their cool part sometimes too (girls will eventually feel awkward to an over-sensitive emotional guy). Why do I say that girls have a better right? This is because unlike guys who most of the time fake their "emo" or their "emo" tend to be on the same issue of jealousy, girls temper of "emo" tend to be more on the "do please understand me more" side. Its also another way of theirs to show their dire for your soft affections at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. . . Not that I mention this means that all the "futures" out there for me can simply throw tantrums for no reasons but you are allowed for a higher frequency of doing it (need to swipe a card to minus credit every single tantrums).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to write such a long and boring post but my mood feels better at every single word I typed out (my mood wasn't too good at the beginning of the post). So bear with me please. Its a therapy for my "emo" session. Haha. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I wanted to upload some old pictures of me and my family but I couldn't find any single picture of me that is good looking enough. I'm just so damn ugly last time. Haha. . . I kinda miss my family and my relatives these few days, something you don't get to see me saying out last time. I guess being two and a half year abroad really do change your personality sometimes. Maybe its for the better though. In these two and a half years, I actually do gain a lot but also at the same time lost about the same amount too. Not to forget that I really did get to know myself more in this period of time. Whether its a good thing or a bad thing, I will not disclose it here but let us all hope that I would be a better person right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-7622459320237806589?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7622459320237806589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7622459320237806589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7622459320237806589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7622459320237806589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/03/high-school-level-requirement.html' title='High School level requirement'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-490585384898530760</id><published>2008-03-18T23:07:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:00:02.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation Grunts'/><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I'm having Spring Break now! Just a peep on what I've done. Went to Minneapolis to visit Rain and "jadi" her kuli.  Hehe... Gonna put up some pictures just for ya all to see! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CSJAKDQoI/AAAAAAAAALk/rBOsvf_DsS4/s1600-h/IMG_8111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CSJAKDQoI/AAAAAAAAALk/rBOsvf_DsS4/s320/IMG_8111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179300254834705026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wilson and Seng Zhao taking picture somewhere near the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CShQKDQpI/AAAAAAAAALs/cZaMxJ4M6ds/s1600-h/IMG_8118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CShQKDQpI/AAAAAAAAALs/cZaMxJ4M6ds/s320/IMG_8118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179300671446532754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me posing before we go clubbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CSuAKDQqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aqPo3hnLbl4/s1600-h/IMG_8119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CSuAKDQqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/aqPo3hnLbl4/s320/IMG_8119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179300890489864866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wilson copied me posing earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CS-QKDQrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3VYfuwH7uVw/s1600-h/IMG_8120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CS-QKDQrI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3VYfuwH7uVw/s320/IMG_8120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179301169662739122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rain and Danielle pulak tried to pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CTOQKDQsI/AAAAAAAAAME/70yZ5KTpolA/s1600-h/IMG_8122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CTOQKDQsI/AAAAAAAAAME/70yZ5KTpolA/s320/IMG_8122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179301444540646082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim Ming joined the fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CTpgKDQtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lettWS5TgDc/s1600-h/IMG_8131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CTpgKDQtI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lettWS5TgDc/s320/IMG_8131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179301912692081362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They continued posing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CT9AKDQuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7KU5sQzxvVg/s1600-h/IMG_8124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CT9AKDQuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7KU5sQzxvVg/s320/IMG_8124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179302247699530466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now everyone tried to act cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was so much fun! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-490585384898530760?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/490585384898530760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=490585384898530760&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/490585384898530760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/490585384898530760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R-CSJAKDQoI/AAAAAAAAALk/rBOsvf_DsS4/s72-c/IMG_8111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1278504697312734963</id><published>2008-03-11T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:55:35.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is art II</title><content type='html'>Read flora's post. Read Eming's post. They wrote about love and their definition on it (I think). As part of the committee, how could I not join in and write about this too! No doubt I do not have any inspiration at all and most probably what I'm gonna write out will be just any daytime crap of mine. Still, let's get the love going people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initiated from the question of; what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of my two dearest friends commented on love by defining it in words and sentences that describe the feeling, emotion, movement, action, and more between two sides. Tho such the two sides that were being referred to by them were the male and the female. Love is this, love is that! We tend to generalize that love happens between these two ends only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "love is art II"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love happens between two different sides. Love is not a feeling. Love is not from our heart. Love is just love. Another word being used to describe the strange phenomenon that happens somewhere in our body. I want to be with this person for the rest of my life. Is that truly love? Couldn't it be just reliance? I love to eat bread. Wouldn't it be just a manifesto of your diet? I love to play ball. Isn't it just a fascination of the game? Love is definitely not between two persons but between two entities. Love just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to say already. Totally no inspiration. Will bring up this topic again when I get the correct inspirations. But love is not to be use on human only. It can be use for everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1278504697312734963?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1278504697312734963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1278504697312734963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1278504697312734963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1278504697312734963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-is-art-ii.html' title='Love is art II'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3283988421587693161</id><published>2008-03-01T02:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T03:15:49.369-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>I have dreams. Not those dreams that you get while you're sleeping but dreams as in those that you wanna achieve. For my dreams, what I want to achieve most would be being able to become a full-time traveler. To describe this would be best put in such way that I would spend my life moving around from one place to another in this whole wide world. Having to stay in places for a couple of months to fulfill my pockets with enough money for expenses then moving on again. And as I go from places to places, I would definitely be a part-time photographer (for personal collection and commercial use). This would definitely be memorable huh. . . Another task I would bring up while having this full-time traveling job would be writing a book of my "adventure".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to travel from places to places without spending long period of time fixed in a place is so much a better way of enjoying life. Well, perhaps not to many people but I do know one or two who would agree (my dad for sure). Even so, this kinda dream might even sounds unrealistic to many many people I know. Maybe this is due to the way we are brought up and society's view of not having a proper and stable job (even my mom thinks this way). But to me this is what life is should be. Not being bound by the walls in the office, being able to see different things in different places. We only get to live this life once and I doubt I would get a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, there is a teeny weeny little wild dream I have. Firstly, I hate things to be stagnant. I like to have continuously constant changing environment. You know what I actually did hope for? Sometimes I do believe a war should happen. A large scale one. Not something like now. Something that would bring total utmost change in every single humans' lives! Many would say, "You are crazy? Don't you know the sadness and harshness of war? You are too free to think of all these." My opinion is that this is like a chance for us humans to change. With technology we have now, destroying the world during war is easy. That is why this would also bring the best out of us humans to perform in another way to save our own asses. With this humans would advance and being able to outdo what we have today. For the sake of goals either individually or in a community, changes brought by war would definitely be beneficial for human advancement no doubt sacrifices would be huge. With our current issues and happenings I do can say that we are in a mess and just like a naughty child who gets spanked sometimes for misbehavior, we humans should too. Only difference is that we would be shooting out bloods in the course of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3283988421587693161?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3283988421587693161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3283988421587693161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3283988421587693161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3283988421587693161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3458967948547062751</id><published>2008-02-28T11:17:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T12:11:39.262-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s Grunts'/><title type='text'>Two-sides</title><content type='html'>It's snowing again. It looks so beautiful each time snows fall from the gray twilight sky. I used to love snow and I still do. What I do dislike is the after effect of snow. The slush, the slippery road, the dirt, and most importantly the coldness engulfs the body when the wind chase against the melting snow and ice. No matter the snow is indeed beautiful. We thank Mother Nature for the beauty of snow falling onto our personal paradise and we damned her for taking away the beauty by turning it into a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone get the point I made above? There's really no point to it. It was just an introduction. An introduction for my lovely title of "two-sides". No doubt it can be the conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sides of things: The main theme for me writing this post today. What is it about? I don't know. But we'll find out for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone ever felt that there is always this other side of themselves that wants to break free from what ever that is imprisoning it. The other side! Be it if you're a good person, there is this evil feeling that tells you to just let loose of it and it will create a perfect hell paradise for you. If you're an evil person, maybe its the better side of you that wants to emerge or maybe a worse devil from what you are. Anyway, this is just part of the idea. In psychology, I used to learn bout the id, ego, and the superego. What we're acting now is down to ego; a balanced decision between the never ending of personal desire (id) and society's law (superego). I hope the need to further discuss the meaning of these three hosts is not necessary as I will insert an assumption that every readers knows them. So, lets skip the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be against the very foundation of what I've learned but should I put it in a way that describes the other side of ourselves. The id defines the evilness of our soul since what we want to do has no bound for any law or moral which will definitely affect people around us. Now let the superego be the guardian (note that I did not mention angel or goodness as superego as superego is mostly shaped by what culture and society look on us). Ego who is standing in between this two super figures (maybe tilted towards on either side more depending who you are), have to decide whose idea or concept for an event that is best to accept depending on the norm of the present. Should it fall for either, the consequences are for us (the person) to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R8b35m1bD6I/AAAAAAAAALc/alxoypNeZRs/s1600-h/angel_vs_devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R8b35m1bD6I/AAAAAAAAALc/alxoypNeZRs/s320/angel_vs_devil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172093791130816418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,Sans-Serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Louisa Wallström. &lt;a href="http://www.elfwood.com/art/l/o/louisa08/copyright_louisa08.html"&gt; All rights reserved!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you read, I assume that you get the sense of what I'm trying to say. That is id, ego, superego and ourselves are different entities. The two main figures shape what the third entity should do and for us (the person) to bear. That is what we usually do is actually back to the fact that it is the doing of the ego. Our outer shell of actions is the ego. The other side who is shouting and screaming in agony inside the tight height by width greasy prison is actually one true self. It does not accept the fact that his or her life is corrupted by these three entities (id: desire or needs, ego: the balanced fact, superego: the so-called goodness). Should I give it a name, I would somehow call it our "soul". Our soul is always screaming to be released from this purge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say the situation is where a person lying and begging for help but is ignored by others. The superego preached that this is the society laws to be looked down upon as you are in the lowest of the monarchy and the best you can do is tilt your head high and work hard to success. The id desires a more immediate effect to satisfy its inner burning anger of being ignored. It says shout and scold this damn fools who don't even realize the fact that you're there. And the ego balanced them out yet again. However, the person deep deep inside is might be actually shouting a completely different idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, until this extent, some might already consider what I'm saying here as a multiple personality disorder. Something that is already be introduced and I'm only far-fetching with ignorance of not knowing this. As I mention this fact, it proves I do know of such existence and I'm not leaving it lying down there for people to pick it up. I would even boldly go to the extend that the idea I presented is what lead to multiple personality disorder. However, multiples can happen more than one then. Does this mean we have more than a soul in us? I would merely conclude it as there is only one in us and those multitudes are merely the fact of those strong existences of in between the long line connecting the other three entities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is ourselves lie deep within ourselves bounded by the prison constructed by three key-holders. Should we be strong enough to break the torturing cage, we would definitely live up to what society upholds as "be yourself"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3458967948547062751?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3458967948547062751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3458967948547062751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3458967948547062751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3458967948547062751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-sides.html' title='Two-sides'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R8b35m1bD6I/AAAAAAAAALc/alxoypNeZRs/s72-c/angel_vs_devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-4728523014098883759</id><published>2008-02-27T23:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:16:33.764-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Toshiba</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated for my new laptop! Totally 100% (most probably) for my new laptop only. I received my laptop from the UPS post on Tuesday (finally...) after a week or two of patience. I really wanted to post a picture of new laptop but tak nak ler... If not someone say I show off. You know who you are. . . Haha. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I have got myself quite a number of view from somewhere specific where I had no idea who's reading it. Haha... Thanks for being a fan people!&lt;br /&gt;Due to popular critics, I will not change the song in my blog page to something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-4728523014098883759?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4728523014098883759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=4728523014098883759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4728523014098883759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4728523014098883759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/02/toshiba.html' title='Toshiba'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-283076825752844913</id><published>2008-02-25T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:56:36.010-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Hey there everyone! ! ! By complying to Yee Ming's quick comment or maybe demand for my new look on my blog page, I did the necessary renovation for this online diary of mine. Haha. . . Should anyone would ask, "What the hell did he changed?" I'll answer the question. Here's what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I changed the background (duh...) from a tropicana plain green color into a shade of dark background with a solar explosion splash on it. Plain huh. . . Oh well, I do love what's happening above our heads.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a redo on the descriptions about me. It sounds even more awful now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I added the best thingy in this page that is a slide-show of Hebe's pictures. As most readers do know, I'm a big fan of Hebe. Haha. . . (Sorry bout the out-of-place deco here)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new song for the blog page which is more suitable for my Groans &amp;amp; Grunts theme (not the sound of it though. Listen and you will know).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made some edits on the titles on the side bar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I planned to add a new sidebar stuff which is all about entertainment stuffs that I would like to do, had do, doing, and planed to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well, that's all I could come out with in such a short amount of time. Any ideas or comments to this new outlook do please tell me. . . I wanna try to make it as syok as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks Syelynn for the info on Akemi. Appreciate it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-283076825752844913?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/283076825752844913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=283076825752844913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/283076825752844913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/283076825752844913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-4537133625257765966</id><published>2008-02-21T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:51:58.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting in anticipation</title><content type='html'>I have something to declare. . . I am listening to a nice and yet annoying song as I'm typing this blog. That #*/% Wilson kept playing this "Money, Money" song for the zillion-th time already. Feel like taking my walking stick and shove it into his mouth. Haha. . . I'm so cruel. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally separate issue, my new laptop is gonna sampai tomorrow! YAY! This means that I no longer need to loan laptop usage from Kim Ming. Mind you! He's charging me a high fee for it. Haha. . . Ssshhh. . . Don't tell him. Cannot tahan my excitement of waiting for the laptop already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post's topics gonna be like super random and useless (in a way) but I still need to announce this. Since everyone is customizing the look on their blog sites, I might therefore join into the craze and renovate my blog site too. Well, its not gonna be something heck lot of a super duper thingy but I'm just gonna make it look better. Maybe a better background, title picture, new songs, cooler posts, and much much more (I have no idea actually. . .). All these in order to attract more readers (girls preferably). I'm such a desperate fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something bout today, a group of us went out for dinner to Texas Roadhouse and guess what! We had to wait in-line for about 65 minutes as told by the receptionist. As we were hungry and cold, we didn't wait but proceed to Applebee's instead. However this time the service wasn't good as we had to wait to be served for a certain period of time and as Kim Ming mentioned, "The food presentation is not good! Haha. . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, this is a super duper random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssst. . . Since I did say this is a super duper random post, I'm just gonna put up a Youtube video of JJ-Lin's Shu Neng Sheng Qiao. I just love the model in this MV. Anyone who knows her do please intro me to her!!!! Pllleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeeeeee. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCAK8agD6dA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCAK8agD6dA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-4537133625257765966?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4537133625257765966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=4537133625257765966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4537133625257765966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4537133625257765966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/02/waiting-in-anticipation.html' title='waiting in anticipation'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7838575665975503546</id><published>2008-02-13T21:12:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:55:13.197-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures Grunts'/><title type='text'>R.I.P. my Thinkpad R51</title><content type='html'>Its been such a sad period of time for the past few days. My laptop which had served for a definite four years now has finally lost its fight. My laptop has given up hope on me (the user). Haihz. . . Because of this, I just purchased a new laptop which costs me a bomb (shouldn't have listen to Kim Ming to upgrade all the specs). Right now I'm using Kim Ming's laptop since I just bought the same brand as his laptop (must get used to its stuffs first right !). Now I'm only hoping that my brand new super pricey laptop would reach soon as I'm desperate to perform my daily needs with it!!! Not forgetting my old laptop, I would like readers to take a minute of silence to pay our last respect to my R-51 Thinkpad. Rest in peace. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with sad shits. . . I'm having writer's block this few days. So, I'm just gonna show everyone some pictures taken in Keny's place during his 3-in-1 home party! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O0aW1bDzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FO_9NmSmx9M/s1600-h/P1030179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O0aW1bDzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FO_9NmSmx9M/s320/P1030179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166671562423340850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38th Street Reds with the Hyper-Mui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O1G21bD0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/MSDCNF6FKIw/s1600-h/P1030181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O1G21bD0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/MSDCNF6FKIw/s320/P1030181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166672326927519554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38th Street Reds, Quack, "High" Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O2Lm1bD1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qWxvVkZqX78/s1600-h/P1030182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O2Lm1bD1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qWxvVkZqX78/s320/P1030182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166673508043525970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38th Street Reds, Quack, QuickTrip(QT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O4K21bD2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/e5CYw4rSH3A/s1600-h/P1030183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O4K21bD2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/e5CYw4rSH3A/s320/P1030183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166675694181879650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38th Street Reds, Da Niao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O5l21bD3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/_Dq-7Y7w0gI/s1600-h/P1030184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O5l21bD3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/_Dq-7Y7w0gI/s320/P1030184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166677257549975410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38th Reds, Quack, Da Niao, RNHS Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O6ZW1bD4I/AAAAAAAAALE/8WTqEdVg2qY/s1600-h/P1030189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O6ZW1bD4I/AAAAAAAAALE/8WTqEdVg2qY/s320/P1030189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166678142313238402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encore: Kim Ming's mom would be overjoyed!!! Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-7838575665975503546?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7838575665975503546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7838575665975503546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7838575665975503546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7838575665975503546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip-my-thinkpad-r51.html' title='R.I.P. my Thinkpad R51'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R7O0aW1bDzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FO_9NmSmx9M/s72-c/P1030179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-2505650974897944971</id><published>2008-02-09T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:46:32.904-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festive Grunts'/><title type='text'>Gong Hey Fatt Choy</title><content type='html'>Its the time of the year again. . . Its Chinese New Year! One of the best and happiest time of the year (would be better if I'm in KL). Today is the third day of this auspicious festival (chor sam). I finally found some time to blog it up about my celebration here in Drake. Well, its so far so good! Haha. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's eve we had a "small" F reunion dinner on our own (F stands for Friends not Family here) over at my apartment. Good food good people good times. After meal, we proceed to a must-to-do CNY activity - GAMBLE. I lost all my chips for In-Between in the second round! ! ! Sad! Well. . . Its the fun that matters anyway. However, the fun didn't last long. My laptop got ROSAK ! AAAARRRGGGHHHH. . . Wonder what happened to my baby laptop. Sigh~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my laptop is lying peacefully in Carnegie Hall waiting to be "inspected" by what I hope my saviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year should be a family occasion too but what funny bout this year's festive season is that my whole family of 3 aren't together at all. I'm in U.S., dad is in Peru and Mom is in KL. Haha. . . Typically lots of people would squint their eyebrow seeing this but my family is strange in a way. Haha. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a few phone calls to relatives and I realize how far off celebrating Chinese New Year without them is. Its really far far far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak. . . Too long didn't blog already so I'm not sure what to write either. Well, good news is Wilson is writing his now and I'm gonna go peep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wilsonliong.blogspot.com"&gt;Wilson's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-2505650974897944971?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/2505650974897944971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=2505650974897944971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2505650974897944971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2505650974897944971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/02/gong-hey-fatt-choy.html' title='Gong Hey Fatt Choy'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-328825097296283459</id><published>2008-02-05T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:14:13.974-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>snow</title><content type='html'>It was snowing the whole day today but why can't it continue till tomorrow!!! If that's the case then I wouldn't need to go to classes tomorrow!!! Haha. . . My mom would kill me when she reads this. Anyway, why am I blogging I don't know but I think I should or this blog site would be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is coming and its on Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-328825097296283459?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/328825097296283459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=328825097296283459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/328825097296283459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/328825097296283459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow.html' title='snow'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-4653527067353281303</id><published>2008-01-25T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T01:59:17.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>First Post For 2008</title><content type='html'>Hey Yo Wassup !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has it been since I made a post here? Hmmm. . . Somewhere before winter break started I guess. So as to make up for this long period of absence, I would make this a super long one should I? Nah. . . I'll try to break it up or you would be dozing off before you even reach 1/2 of the post. Hehe. . . So, the question is what have I been doing during this time that I can't even put a simple post saying, "Yes, I'm fine and still alive." Its simple. Winter break!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter break was a busy break. Not because I was studying but because I had signed myself up for a number of trips this break. As a start off, my first destination of holiday was the sunshine beautiful California! Took a flight right into the heart of all stars &gt;&gt;&gt; Los Angeles! Here's some proof. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mOcuy5JuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QPUuKPyFCdA/s1600-h/IMG_7363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mOcuy5JuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QPUuKPyFCdA/s320/IMG_7363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159311472378586850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Took this on my first day in L.A. This is a shopping area street somewhere in Santa Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm posing in between my two Lao Das (Lee and Adrian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mPKOy5JvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/g9GzbNiaUOU/s1600-h/IMG_7375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mPKOy5JvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/g9GzbNiaUOU/s320/IMG_7375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159312254062634738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lee and I posing along the higher part of "Baywatch Beach"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mP2-y5JwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NTaJwi0ooCE/s1600-h/IMG_7473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mP2-y5JwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NTaJwi0ooCE/s320/IMG_7473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159313022861780738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The picture said it all where I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough of L.A.! I had lots of photo took here but I wouldn't wanna stuff everyone with only picture to see but nothing to read. If not, why would I need to blog right?! Anyway, L.A. trip was good (as good as 10 years ago!) and my 2 Lao Das have already went back to Malaysia (when's my turn?). Wait for me to come back eh. . . We go eat! ! ! Haha. . . That's all I think of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop for my travel destination is somewhere East-side (Note: L.A. is on the West Coast of U.S.). I went to New York! ! ! This time it was with Mario and Cadence where we met up with Seth and Rain who was already bunking in Seng Zhao's mom's place (Bless you dude. . . I saved a lot on lodging there). N.Y. was a total different view and vision from L.A. I dare say. But I still prefer my West Coast cities especially San Francisco! Sorry N.Y. ! We went to N.Y. somewhere in the beginning of January (2 days right after I came back from my L.A. trip) and on my first day I had diarrhea until I got fever, allergy and etc. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. . . These are the pictures taken in N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mR_uy5JxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5yI2Kl7VVwg/s1600-h/IMG_7607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mR_uy5JxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5yI2Kl7VVwg/s320/IMG_7607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159315372208891666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Broadway Street-Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mSkuy5JyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5mWiKe4i6rg/s1600-h/IMG_7649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mSkuy5JyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5mWiKe4i6rg/s320/IMG_7649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159316007864051490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just feel like putting this up. Hope their "By" and "Dar" don't mind. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mS--y5JzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xOMEmLHW_r8/s1600-h/IMG_7678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mS--y5JzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xOMEmLHW_r8/s320/IMG_7678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159316458835617586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bet my dad would love this picture ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mTiOy5J0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UaBP-egLVjM/s1600-h/IMG_7898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mTiOy5J0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UaBP-egLVjM/s320/IMG_7898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159317064426006338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On Brooklyn Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enough with N.Y. Next stop . . . Hold on . . . Just to show off. . . I did a hair cut in Brooklyn which I had been waiting for so long. . . Des Moines salon sucks max! I finally got the style I wanted! Too bad no photos of it posted up. Maybe in the next selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after we returned from N.Y. , we started our a week long road trip across 11 states in U.S. Want me to name them? Lazy though. . . Haha. . . Let the pictures describe to you how was it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mUwey5J1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/xluLuUL4m_g/s1600-h/IMG_7553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mUwey5J1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/xluLuUL4m_g/s320/IMG_7553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159318408750770002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our first meal for our road trip! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mVfOy5J2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Xi8tjTsb_PE/s1600-h/IMG_7610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mVfOy5J2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Xi8tjTsb_PE/s320/IMG_7610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159319211909654370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We stopped half way just to do this I think. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mV8-y5J3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/iHf5Oj7C18o/s1600-h/IMG_7660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mV8-y5J3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/iHf5Oj7C18o/s320/IMG_7660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159319723010762610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sky City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the photos I had for now on our road trip. Seth haven't send the files to me yet. I only recorded videos. Seth's gonna have RNHS syndrome soon. Haha. . . What's that you wonder perhaps. Ask Seth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-4653527067353281303?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4653527067353281303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=4653527067353281303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4653527067353281303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/4653527067353281303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-for-2008.html' title='First Post For 2008'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R5mOcuy5JuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QPUuKPyFCdA/s72-c/IMG_7363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3314091421693869667</id><published>2007-12-20T04:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T05:33:57.909-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>First thing first, finals over!&lt;br /&gt;Watched Alone (a horror Thai film) earlier with Wilson, Kim Ming and Rain. It was okay though as usual I have fear for such horror movie. I just can't stop the fear in the suspense and gross face of the ghost. It leaves me uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after watching the Alone, we (or rather I towards the end) watched Home Alone. Its classic. I have always love watching this movie. I wonder how many billionth times have I watched this movie but I still love it. It too was my first ever movie that has to do with Christmas. Yes. This made me remember the beauty of Christmas. This was the movie that made me think and feel that Christmas is a wonderful day with snow falling being the most beautiful scenery. How could I forget the beauty of snow falling being imprinted in my mind when I was young watching this wonderful movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Home Alone really brought me back to my peace state of mind after being turmoiled by the Alone. It always had with any other movies. Something about the Christmas songs, beautiful scene of snow fall, and the touching important scenes of family make me feel peace. I love the part especially where Kevin went and look for the so called Santa Claus messenger and then proceed to the church where he had a conversation with the old man neighbor. That scene brings hope to Kevin in protecting his house from being robbed. That sort of feeling of hope is what I feel whenever this scene being played. Furthermore the effects of the carols being sung provide me with this feeling even more. I'm not sure how to describe this in words. It really is just a feeling. Call me weird. I don't mind since this is what I feel. I guess this is what people mean with the word hope during Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note about Home Alone that I'm sure my parents would be very happy to read is that it really brings the word family into my heart. The importance and love for your family. That is what I felt whenever I watch this especially the ending part of the mom finally reached home and saw her son, Kevin in a safe state. And for Kevin, finally seeing her mom during the white Christmas is such a relief to him. It really make my heart sinks during this scene and also the part where the mom said, "I'm desperate." I guess this really brings me back to my senses on the importance of my family to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I told a few readers here that my next post (which was supposed to be this one) to be posted in Malay. But since I was talking about an English movie I suppose it would be just right for me to type in English. Maybe I can relate it properly in Malay? Here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Home Alone" mempunyai suatu keindahan unik yang boleh membuat saya mendapat aman dalam hati dan sanubariku. Aman beerti hatiku tenang seperti tasik biru yang boleh memantulkan rupa langit dengan nyata sekali. Bukan sahaja ketenangan dan keamanan yang boleh ku peroleh tetapi juga makna keluarga. Kadang kala kita lupa erti keluarga yang sebenar dan kepentingannya. Aku kenal kembali makna dan pentingnya keluargaku. Aku percaya yang boleh menyebabkan ini berlaku bukan sahaja jalan cerita filem ini tetapi muzik Hari Natal yang berbentuk koir dan peribadi kanak-kanakku yang terpendam di dalam hatiku. Ini semua memberi makna baru dalam hidupku setiap kali aku menonton filem ini. Nampaknya catatanku juga sampai batasnya. Sudah kian lama aku tidak menaip atau mengarang dalam Bahasa Melayu. Sampai sini sahajalah. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My next post would be 100% Malay I'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;PS2: Say me "nah pet" or whatever, I don't really care or mind. This is what I consider as my own personal space of peace (utopia).&lt;br /&gt;PS3: I'm looking for all the songs in Home Alone. Anyone knows please tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3314091421693869667?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3314091421693869667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3314091421693869667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3314091421693869667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3314091421693869667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-633097201574132493</id><published>2007-12-16T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:51:29.661-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daytime Grunts'/><title type='text'>2 Years!</title><content type='html'>Haha. . . Damn long never update my blog. I guess I'm starting to see all the vines and green slimy stuff growing on my blog. Okay! Time for clearing it up a little.  What can I say. . . Finals next week and I only have 2 courses out of 4 that have finals. How fun is that? Actually not too fun since those courses without finals, gonna have presentation and projects due. Haha. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies you know. . . I have been here for nearly 2 years already! Wow! And I'm gonna graduate in about another 5-ish months time. I graduate when I'm 21! Never had I thought of this when I was still in high school. I thought that my age of graduation would be somewhere around 23. Now I'm 2 years ahead of what I planned. Meaning I'm gonna start working my ass off for the great period of my life. Isn't that good and bad? Good: I get my own money without being a dependent. Bad: I miss school and all those extra hours plus working means working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, half of my batch buddies are gonna graduate by the end of this semester which means next week! Half of us are gonna stay. I'll definitely miss them. Most of the closest friends I have in Drake indeed are from my batch. Was having "guy's pillow talk" the other night with Kim Ming (he's gonna graduate too)  and Wilson, and they were asking which is the best semester that each of us ever enjoyed in Drake. Both Wilson and Kim Ming had the same opinion on the first semester was the best as everything was new and we were dumb. Haha. . . All those times of a group of us going to library or GK basement to study ACTS 140 which ending up quarreling between groups for 1-2 hours just for a simple formula. End up we did finish our homeworks and partial of required studies, but our stomachs grumble which therefore leaving us to my room in Morehouse cooking stuffs to eat. That was the best. Also, the number of Malaysian too wasn't that a lot Kim Ming suggested. Well, lots of stuffs did happen in our first semester and it was indeed happy, young and fun! Thinking of it, we do have less fun than when we were 2 years ago. Maybe we grew and become this way or simply because we found new source of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the best semester that I would ever have in Drake would be the semester where the plaque of not having cute Malaysian chicks dies. Haha. . . Kidding! I bet the best semester for me is the first year in Drake due to many reasons. One of it would I grew up most during this 1 year time period. I became from a person who only indulge in Utopian thinking to something more realistic. I gained the necessities to approach real adulthood. I made good friends here who I bet would last a lifetime too. I learned that I have friends here or in Malaysia who would always stand by me. I learned not to rely on others too much in life and to judge someone only by their outlook plus betrayal can be anywhere. I learned what is truly important to me. I learned that girls older than me in couples of years time can be quite attractive. . . *wink *wink  :p&lt;br /&gt;Note: Mom gonna scream when she reads this. My taste is so screwed up in the recent years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just gonna wish "ALL THE BEST" to all my departing, graduating comrades! Gonna miss you people! Don't act naughty and better not to forget to invite for your weddings in the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-633097201574132493?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/633097201574132493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=633097201574132493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/633097201574132493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/633097201574132493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-years.html' title='2 Years!'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-3017444602841915046</id><published>2007-12-04T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:17:44.806-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Being 21</title><content type='html'>Finally, I'm 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can have a horizontal driving license&lt;br /&gt;2) I can go to clubs without being marked as a minor&lt;br /&gt;3) I can go into casino and stop whenever or where-ever I like&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm legally being able to call myself a young adult&lt;br /&gt;5) Last but not least, I can go into Hyvee and get myself booze anytime without relying on Kim Ming or John or Wilson !!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. . . On another happy note, I found back my glasses which I thought I had flushed down the toilet the other night we were drinking. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I thought I would feel a BANG once I become 21 but it seemed it is just another ordinary thing that is happening in my life. So, live on with it! Haha. . . To those friends who are away somewhere on Earth and those in KL, sorry can't celebrate with you guys this time! Maybe the next one okay! Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Gonna have a midterm right after my birthday! What a waste!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-3017444602841915046?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3017444602841915046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=3017444602841915046&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3017444602841915046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/3017444602841915046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/12/being-21.html' title='Being 21'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5786088892682384661</id><published>2007-12-02T02:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:47:36.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second of December</title><content type='html'>Although today isn't my birthday, but everyone had a earlier celebration for me. Thank you everyone! Appreciate it everyone!!! Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5786088892682384661?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5786088892682384661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5786088892682384661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5786088892682384661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5786088892682384661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/12/second-of-december.html' title='Second of December'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1170863959292072200</id><published>2007-11-29T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T01:21:11.092-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation Grunts'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2007 - Colorado</title><content type='html'>After recuperating a few days, I think its finally time for me to update this blog. Another reason is that one of my loyal readers mentioned earlier my blog seemed quiet and outdated. So here I am writing and updating my post although I'm still lacking in idea for this post. This would not be any depressing or sad post I promise. Its gonna be a happy, fun and painful post. Hehe. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R05b836sPYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qk0i1YGDJN8/s1600-h/IMG_7285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R05b836sPYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qk0i1YGDJN8/s320/IMG_7285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138145326236712322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's not better than a picture to describe the trip to Colorado? A picture after all means a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip consists of 13 brave men and women who all had a pledge in their hard to go through the hardship of skiing in the mountain range of Colorado. And so we begun our trip to Colorado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R05c6n6sPZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FOuSGPjUUjA/s1600-h/IMG_7217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R05c6n6sPZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FOuSGPjUUjA/s320/IMG_7217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138146387093634450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11 out of 13 of us who came from Des Moines reached Denver early in the morning only to be greeted by an empty street of the popular 16th Street Mall. I can't shop as I wanted. Not only that, the whole of Denver was like deserted. People and cars were at a minimal. We browse around Denver city and made our way to Denver Airport to pick up our 2 comrades from Michigan (they missed their train which is why they needed to take the plane :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking our 2 new comrades, we head straight to our lodging place which is located near our skiing area. The place we were staying was a beautiful and cozy place with a simple touch of family and wood essence (not too sure what I'm getting into here). Anyway, a delighted thing was the place we were staying had a spa! Most of us guys rush our way in the cold to the spa place only to find out that the hot pool was an outdoor one and it was only LUKE WARM! ! ! We tried our best to stay in the pool only to jump out from the pool into the cold and rush into the sauna place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R05kVn6sPbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3EL0FiKDW3I/s1600-h/n25710505_32109073_3442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R05kVn6sPbI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3EL0FiKDW3I/s320/n25710505_32109073_3442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138154547531496882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2007 Most Eligible Guys: A little excitement for all the girl readers&lt;br /&gt;Adik-adik tutup mata ye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a nice hot shower after a nice heated up sauna, its DINNER TIME! ! ! And the first place we had our dinner is a unique one too as we had to prepare and cook our own steak! Do look at all those chefs doing their best artistic work of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R05liX6sPcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QyEpkV4VoC0/s1600-h/n34005204_31164078_1376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R05liX6sPcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/QyEpkV4VoC0/s320/n34005204_31164078_1376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138155866086456770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We skied in our second day and I won't be uploading any pictures for the ski part as it is too violent and it might scare all those kids who are reading this! ! ! Anyway, we had a few tried outs in the short and safe slope before 9 out of 13 of us lost our mind and went for the beginner's 5 mile down slope (note that other visitors or else told us the slope we were going wasn't meant for beginners). I skied and tumbled ( I dunno which one is more) but up till about 10%-15% of the slope,  I heard Faisal shouted my name and asked me whether am I giving up. Without actually waiting to answer him or him listening to my answer, I joined him and Faisal in our quest to get down of that bloody slope without doing anymore further damage to ourselves. Yes! We became the Pussy Team! The Rambo Team reached 80% of the slope and gave up as it was too dangerous they thought plus they were tired. A round of applause for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to a club called The Church which is really a church being turned into a club. We were wondering what does the Christian community think of that! Anyway, I would comment that the club wasn't too bad except for the fact that there were not enough people to make the club as raving as it should be plus the fact that I'm only a week away from 21 years old which mean that I couldn't get any booze (Only sipping from Mario's, Wei Ming's and Wei Oo's). There were 3 halls. Each is dedicated to Techno Trance, House Techno and R&amp;amp;B. A happy note that took place in the club would be a young pretty chick held my waist thinking I was her boyfriend. Wasted~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was meant for shopping! I don't think I need to tell you more what is it there about shopping. I was very happy spending my time in Calvin Klein that is I can tell. Hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. . . Time to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8388477856029372564-1170863959292072200?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1170863959292072200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1170863959292072200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1170863959292072200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1170863959292072200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-2007-colorado.html' title='Thanksgiving 2007 - Colorado'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/R05b836sPYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/qk0i1YGDJN8/s72-c/IMG_7285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-2040499938323391345</id><published>2007-11-18T22:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:48:27.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Very moooody. . .</title><content type='html'>These few weekends had really been tiring for me. From one thing to another and it doesn't even end there. Gosh. . . Luckily Thanksgiving Break is around the very corner. Gonna go skiing in Colorado. Damn excited yet I feel like just sleeping for the whole trip. Haha. . . What a waste if I really go and do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood is in a turmoil now. I seemed like being jumpy on every single detail. Man. . . Am I getting my PMS(s) or did I just revert back to my adolescents syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was back home in KL now. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-2040499938323391345?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/2040499938323391345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=2040499938323391345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2040499938323391345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2040499938323391345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/11/very-moooody.html' title='Very moooody. . .'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5400644329318222259</id><published>2007-11-11T04:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T04:30:22.021-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Saturday night fever</title><content type='html'>Just had everyone left after our kinda pretty wild party earlier. Everyone was happy I hope. That is what a host wants most for their guests after all. However, truth is, after that incident, no matter how Jack I wanted to become, I can't. Deep inside I was like Wai Sun on a roll. I became what I was in the past, emotional. I try hard to forget and continue but it wasn't enough for my ego. My ego tells me that I should be trashing up every single dustbins in the town. No matter what it was, and I won't even repeat it in here, it did hit my ego in some certain ways. I might be able to let it go someday but its gonna take some time from here on. Actually, tonight wasn't such a good night after all, this weekend wasn't what I expected of, I've been left with nothing but feelings that I myself can only understand. Is it karma that made all these mishaps happened to me these past few days? If it is the 10 plaques that are gonna destroy my universe, I've left 7. I'm not sure myself on what to do. I can't confide, I can't let go, I can't wallow, I can't do anything. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5400644329318222259?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5400644329318222259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5400644329318222259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5400644329318222259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5400644329318222259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday night fever'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-2791543394240890623</id><published>2007-11-10T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:06:49.861-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Another grunt</title><content type='html'>Midnight! I just finished my hot and nice shower after a busy day watching movie and play. Afternoon we had "American Gangster" and night we had "The Company". Now I'm having a few moments of break until the rest of the plan return to my place and get "". You know what it is. Haha. . . Why is it so busy for me this weekend? Because there are visitors in 38th Street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARRRGGHHHH............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of what to write. So I'll just leave it here and begone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-2791543394240890623?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/2791543394240890623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=2791543394240890623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2791543394240890623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/2791543394240890623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-grunt.html' title='Another grunt'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-1714033812842299777</id><published>2007-11-09T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T17:25:53.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Informational Grunts'/><title type='text'>Doctor Quack Jack</title><content type='html'>Pain~~~&lt;br /&gt;Sakit sini sakit sana. . .&lt;br /&gt;Banyak orang sudah jatuh sakit. Sekarang aku macam dijangkit pulak. . .&lt;br /&gt;It is the flu season again. Lots of merry people are getting sick and down with this wild season. And starting from yesterday evening, I think I might join them soon. Had those symptoms: feverish, cold, headache, and a big urge to eat (personal symptom). Luckily for me, my antibody which has always been up-to-date with virus definition (in other words; stronger than normal people as my dad said) seemed to be able to win the war. Early this morning I woke up feeling as usual as any other days. Maybe still a little warm after lunch but definitely in a better condition. So for those who read this and got worried, you can release your tense now.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few tips up my sleeve for those who in need of it when you get those flu symptoms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Keep yourself warm. Not too hot or too exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Make yourself a cup of tan ngan lou leong cha (One-Eye-Jack Herbal Tea) and keep adding hot water after your done with the initial cup. Recycle the packet for as many times as possible. Just make sure you drink a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't make yourself keep thinking that you are sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do not consume too much food. If you are seriously hungry, take some light snacks as in a slice of bread and butter. Having more frequency of consumption is better than doing it in a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are tips provided by your doctor in the house today. . . Doctor Quack Jack!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. . . For a more reliable source of cure. Do look for my doctor friend, Doctor Wong. If he is not too busy smooching around he might leave a good cure instruction after reading this. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-1714033812842299777?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1714033812842299777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=1714033812842299777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1714033812842299777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/1714033812842299777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/11/doctor-quack-jack.html' title='Doctor Quack Jack'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-7064283147351579003</id><published>2007-11-06T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:42:08.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daytime Grunts'/><title type='text'>Nov 6th Year 2007</title><content type='html'>Tuesday;Sunny: Its cold out there today. Is it just me feeling this way because my stomach is kinda empty or can anyone tell me you agree with me? I would have love the weather even more provided its a bit warmer than it is. I slept well last night surprisingly. My sleeping pattern in the US isn't always in its best shape. What may be the cause of this? I never know. Maybe there is a cause mentioned somewhere during my psychology class with Mrs. Singh in ADP last time. Sorry I forgot. Guess I wasn't paying too much attention during that lecture only! Honest! I do participate a lot didn't I. Haha. . . Somehow all these stuffs attract me more than a normal actuarial lesson. So, I asked myself again for the 10,000th time this year, "Am I really into my major?" I know it is a yes somewhere in my shapeless soul. The yes would be the very cause of the answer NO too. I love to travel (perhaps that is what started this kinda thinking) and I just hate to be stuck in the cubicle of an office (an open office type won't be so bad). The reason I hate to be stuck in the office so much is doing work in an office is like too formal and closed for me plus a childhood memory of mine following my mom to office when I was young. This made me to love the outside of the office a lot and making more physical movement type of jobs.&lt;br /&gt;    Field works which are conduct outside in the open are usually the best job I can ever dream of but I didn't choose it. Why? The main reason is I like to do all of them! So, which is the one that I can do? I don't know myself. Another reason which is quite important would be I feel that I have the responsibility to earn more for the family in the future. That is why money is very important in my career's future. Okay okay. . . Actuary isn't the biggest money maker out there and I can earn maybe even more if I have a job in the open-field type. But the other option to me is more of an interest than to earn money. So that's why I chose to do something which I am looking into money of.&lt;br /&gt;    Just had a talk with Lili. Yes! I typed part of this post out, went out, and came back. Anyway, she asked me whether I'm paying any extra attention to anyone right now. And my answer to her was NOPE.  True indeed, I'm not dreaming or visioning anyone this semester. What a surprise some might say. Then the question goes to, "There are so many Malaysians now in Drake and a NO?" Truth is there is no one that I found particularly catchy in the moment and my taste is kinda weird sometimes. To me it all depends on the environment around you're having. At sometimes you might find type A a better one but in sometimes you might think that Type B is actually more interesting. So it all comes back to what you see is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;    This is a long post of craps. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-7064283147351579003?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7064283147351579003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=7064283147351579003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7064283147351579003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/7064283147351579003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/11/nov-6th-year-2007.html' title='Nov 6th Year 2007'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-5614917947246069118</id><published>2007-11-05T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:23:49.166-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midnight Grunts'/><title type='text'>Second Grunt In A Night</title><content type='html'>Its already midnight yet I still feel energetic! Why? Most probably is due to Wilson+KimMing's fried rice with chicken curry. Haha. . .  My compliments and thanks for the food. No hard feelings. Anyway, we house-mates (including Wilson-the part-timer) had move on to Stage 3 of our Say No To Foul Mouth. Stage 3 means we are gonna have gentleman's talk from now on. Gentleman's talk means that we have to speak in a totally 100% proper manner. Something like, "Sir, would you like to have a pillow?" Haha. . . In a day after we started Stage 3, the amount added up to the penalty booms like a man's reproduction organ after certain "stimulation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I wanna take the chance to wish all exam-takers GOOD LUCK in your exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-5614917947246069118?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5614917947246069118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=5614917947246069118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5614917947246069118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/5614917947246069118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/11/second-grunt-in-night.html' title='Second Grunt In A Night'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388477856029372564.post-336362677181262933</id><published>2007-11-04T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:12:23.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A permanent blog page maybe...</title><content type='html'>As the title said, could this be the very last blog page that I'm gonna use long term? Hope so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8388477856029372564-336362677181262933?l=mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/feeds/336362677181262933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8388477856029372564&amp;postID=336362677181262933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/336362677181262933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8388477856029372564/posts/default/336362677181262933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mygroansandgrunts.blogspot.com/2007/11/permanent-blog-page-maybe.html' title='A permanent blog page maybe...'/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04043631529250608987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zjhodPpLKY8/SAzd7vHxacI/AAAAAAAAAMw/uhsadLSsl8U/S220/IMG_8240.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
