<?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-37985553</id><updated>2012-01-26T16:57:38.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Sky The Limit : Episode 3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-5490212534693966164</id><published>2008-06-28T21:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:31:56.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First few days in Penang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am already in Penang for half a year&lt;/strong&gt;. Many good things had happened since I moved here. I am happy and had even gained a few kilos due to the good life I am going through right now. I mean really right now. Although I seldom blog since I'd move to Penang but I do occasionally still update my technical blog. Now, I just want to share a few pictures of my few new days when I arrived in Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216920468263295138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/SGY5hoRMWKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Zn7U2qPBVhI/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My first dinner in Penang... BBQ + Steamboat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216920980037967394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/SGY5_axyHiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/o0TPxMvuZ04/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My cubicle opposite is a big rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216921349930409074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/SGY6U8vA3HI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WRacNXxAPtg/s320/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My very first pair sandals! ... to walk the beach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216921670749226194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/SGY6nn4LhNI/AAAAAAAAAEg/rhEsr3SRWSM/s320/Image(551).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My wife's first hand drawing... hmm... what do you call this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vincent : Having a good life here right, fei yao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fei Yao : Damn, who can refuse that... no tolls, no expensive parking fees, reach home within half an hour, eat dinner on time, and no farking jams... sleep enough unlike waking up early just to avoid the jam... able to concentrate on my job... and one more thing... i get to cuci my eyes "plentifully"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; no life is as good as smoking and drinking&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-5490212534693966164?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/5490212534693966164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=5490212534693966164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5490212534693966164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5490212534693966164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-few-days-in-penang.html' title='First few days in Penang...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/SGY5hoRMWKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Zn7U2qPBVhI/s72-c/DSC00057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-2444956822944501298</id><published>2008-02-08T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:52:39.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dong Dong Chan</title><content type='html'>Firecrackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angpau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food and greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the CNY!! Always love to hear all this typical words, sound, atmosphere and the hype of it. Greetings to all out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's my angpau?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1st Day Of Chinese New Year-&lt;br /&gt;Went to SGM CNY Celebration. Started with a bad MC and falling down the mood with some speeches from the elders. Almost felt asleep but was arouse with the new programe when it started with a new MC when he called himself, Cheung.. Kong... 7... brother, CJ9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fanstatics with a few performance including short stories, singing and finally some good acrobatic performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2nd Day Of CNY-&lt;br /&gt;Morning with some big prawns. And started with a PS2. Second day still in progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-2444956822944501298?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/2444956822944501298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=2444956822944501298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/2444956822944501298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/2444956822944501298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2008/02/dong-dong-chan.html' title='Dong Dong Chan'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6675337355575882087</id><published>2008-01-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:13:34.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/R53EpIe4bmI/AAAAAAAAADA/onsd1kKgy_I/s1600-h/cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160496958967148130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/R53EpIe4bmI/AAAAAAAAADA/onsd1kKgy_I/s400/cny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those chinese or non - chinese who are celebrating CNY which stands for Chinese New Year. ISTL co - author here to wish everyone a properous CNY and a happy 2008 and also Happy Mouse Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some tips to "mouse" people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of don't:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Properous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be Fortune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? You got a question? Your browser can't see the don't list? Well too bad for you... Actually there isn't don't do list. Just do it... It's your year man, so why hesistate? As long as it's ethical, positive and not against the law, what's keeping you? Just be happy, cheerful and positive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-6675337355575882087?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6675337355575882087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6675337355575882087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6675337355575882087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6675337355575882087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-cny-2008.html' title='Happy CNY 2008'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/R53EpIe4bmI/AAAAAAAAADA/onsd1kKgy_I/s72-c/cny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-8612545478612980716</id><published>2008-01-11T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T07:30:36.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scumbag</title><content type='html'>At one cold night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, B and Me was in a living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Ei, B do you want the music I downloaded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Yea sure, but I can't see your file sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: B, you can see Me's sharing folder right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Okay, so put the music in Me's folder and you "CUT" it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dude, come on lar, you can share with B and you can't share with me? Since you putting there why need to cut it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone attention, I been sharing a lot of music with A and I always asked him wants my musics or not? And look at what this scumbag do to me? Not even wants to share it with me and only used me as a bypass. Isn't this guy always a selfish guy? Selfish towards me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-8612545478612980716?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/8612545478612980716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=8612545478612980716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8612545478612980716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8612545478612980716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2008/01/scumbag.html' title='Scumbag'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1207466701876290565</id><published>2007-12-23T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:53:22.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick</title><content type='html'>When we are little kid, our mum or dad forced us to read kindergarten book or children book. I remember I used to read Peter and Jane, it went like this "This is peter and this is Jane. This is Pat, the dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, let me introduce you in such a way, "This is Patrick and this is my hand." Say "Hi" to my new dog to accompany my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147196057493031842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/R26DixQpy6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jOM_WNVhav4/s320/Patrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't it cute? Eh, actually it's quite obedient too and it doesn't eat, sleep or dump any faeces around your house or better, doesn't make a mess at your furniture or bite the postman. One thing for sure, it doesn't even bark. But it's really nice to &lt;em&gt;hold&lt;/em&gt; at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-1207466701876290565?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1207466701876290565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1207466701876290565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1207466701876290565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1207466701876290565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/12/patrick.html' title='Patrick'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/R26DixQpy6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jOM_WNVhav4/s72-c/Patrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6773799767375933143</id><published>2007-12-23T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:24:49.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bankruptcy</title><content type='html'>Upon paying the bill for the meal, my friend looked at my wallet, and heard a loud echo sound beaming back at her. Both of us smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall say that we should declare bankruptcy for today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend quickly stopped me, "Nope, look we still have some!" and she brandished out some leftover cash. Recalculating how much left, we agreed that we could still go for a movie. Looking and sneaking around at the cinema for a decent movie with a decent time, we found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pay for the ticket, the empty echo sounded again. This time my friend looked at me again and I smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall say that we declare bankruptcy for the second time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time my friend couldn't disagree with me and tag along to the cinema..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, my friend went to "rob" the ATM for some cash but not long, my friend stumbled upon a very nice clothing. Not too long, she hurried to the counter and used the money. This time another empty echo sounded from my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall really say that we declare bankruptcy for the third time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend laughed at me. How many times can one go broke in a day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-6773799767375933143?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6773799767375933143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6773799767375933143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6773799767375933143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6773799767375933143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/12/bankruptcy.html' title='Bankruptcy'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-7841792700944139630</id><published>2007-12-20T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T09:24:04.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas</title><content type='html'>It's a holi-holiday season, and someone is coming to town. The so-called man is called Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Xmas&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Xmas&lt;/span&gt; to all and have fun admist some countries who banned it. Well, it's still worth to celebrate and enjoy and be happy. No harm in getting yourself the happy mood. Cheer and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ho! Ho! HO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-7841792700944139630?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/7841792700944139630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=7841792700944139630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7841792700944139630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7841792700944139630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-516331702806594491</id><published>2007-11-30T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:35:42.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Kuala Lumpur...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alrighty, I am moving up north today&lt;/strong&gt;. The fate of Is Sky The Limit : Episode 3 will be decide again at a later date. &lt;strong&gt;Is Sky The Limit : Episode 3&lt;/strong&gt; has been running for almost 3 years now and to stop it would be a very sad thing for my silent readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;co author : eh... your blog ada orang baca ka?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;main author : just keep your mouth shut ok?. Bagi lar sokongan sikit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nevertheless, I know some of you out there had thought that my blog is no longer active. Given the fact, I hardly submitted many entries for half past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I would like to take this opportunity to tell all of you in Kuala Lumpur to be happy with everything (including price hikes!). I will be settling down in Penang today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Therefore, have faith in everything you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From the owner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;William Wilstroth&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/37985553-516331702806594491?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/516331702806594491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=516331702806594491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/516331702806594491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/516331702806594491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/11/bye-bye-kuala-lumpur.html' title='Bye Bye Kuala Lumpur...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-4963397799347218315</id><published>2007-11-30T08:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:28:42.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh god... I need to go back to gym!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been nearly&lt;/strong&gt; two years that I had gone to the gym to keep up with my fitness. Just this morning, after 15 minutes of warm up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- my early morning jog, I had to slow down a few times to keep up with my breath. In the end, i just take a walk... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- my arm muscle pain like hell even though I started with a dumb bell weighing 1.25kg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- my push up was a struggled too... up until 15 (though standard...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- and my sweat like a pig... damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This justify one thing - I NEED MORE EXERCISING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; i need to exercise more... more... MORE!&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/37985553-4963397799347218315?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/4963397799347218315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=4963397799347218315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4963397799347218315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4963397799347218315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-god-i-need-to-go-back-to-gym.html' title='Oh god... I need to go back to gym!'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-8773375400967810878</id><published>2007-11-17T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:17:16.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop Selection</title><content type='html'>Last week, admidst the exams, my professor required my expertise in selecting a new laptop. Admidst the hustle of looking for the right one and the fair price, he went on to another choice which was from another lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Banged my head on the wall.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, in conclusion, even with advice, the final decision can be misleading and it's all up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-8773375400967810878?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/8773375400967810878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=8773375400967810878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8773375400967810878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8773375400967810878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/11/laptop-selection.html' title='Laptop Selection'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1613265454913297381</id><published>2007-11-12T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:48:33.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns and Zombies</title><content type='html'>"Look, dude, it's exam period, what are you doing with those guns and zombies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morning, mate, I'm gunning down my stress on these zombies..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exams week and wish everyone "Good Luck especially me, I'm selfish so I needed more than you guys or gals out there!" hahaha Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Luck!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-1613265454913297381?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1613265454913297381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1613265454913297381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1613265454913297381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1613265454913297381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/11/guns-and-zombies.html' title='Guns and Zombies'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-551723710779475454</id><published>2007-11-04T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:10:00.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prof. Dr. Vijay R. Raghavan - Evolution in Heat Transfer -</title><content type='html'>This is the picture of us with Dr. Chandra Suresh. Sorry, just kidding, not the father of Mohinder Suresh but of Dr. Vijay R. Raghavan. This is my first experience working with a professor, a doctorate philosophy great man from India. Though the first few months with him was hard as he demands great works. The result was paid off and satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128816198158744402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/Ry03KJmFe1I/AAAAAAAAACw/VotD6_NJOEQ/s320/IMG_0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Left -right: [You can't missed the Prof. Dr. Vijay, find yourself!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Actually, I believed he has the same status of Dr. Chandra Suresh. Too bad, he's leaving from UTHM to UTP so UTP students, you're lucky bastards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-551723710779475454?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/551723710779475454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=551723710779475454&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/551723710779475454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/551723710779475454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/11/prof-dr-vijay-r-raghavan-evolution-in.html' title='Prof. Dr. Vijay R. Raghavan - Evolution in Heat Transfer -'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/Ry03KJmFe1I/AAAAAAAAACw/VotD6_NJOEQ/s72-c/IMG_0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-898751487023648998</id><published>2007-11-04T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:32:48.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy a char siew pau and one teh oh ais?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Late night after dinner&lt;/strong&gt;, I had this sudden urge to get a char siew pau to eat and a glass to of teh-oh-ais. So, I drove out all the way to my nearby stall for one char siew pau and one glass of teh-oh-ais: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RyyvGdzepPI/AAAAAAAAADg/eBeARukx8VU/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128666601282774258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RyyvGdzepPI/AAAAAAAAADg/eBeARukx8VU/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; nice and delicious &lt;strong&gt;char siew pau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128666408009245922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Ryyu7NzepOI/AAAAAAAAADY/yXFI5RF2d_Y/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a glass of nice and cooling&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;teh-oh-ais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs William&lt;/strong&gt; : You tak cukup kenyang ar! Already dah bulat... asyik makan saja... hmmpph...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit... &lt;/strong&gt;char siew pau and teh-oh-ais... cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-898751487023648998?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/898751487023648998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=898751487023648998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/898751487023648998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/898751487023648998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/11/fancy-char-siew-pau-and-one-teh-oh-ais.html' title='Fancy a char siew pau and one teh oh ais?'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RyyvGdzepPI/AAAAAAAAADg/eBeARukx8VU/s72-c/DSC00042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-7772300936453152959</id><published>2007-11-04T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:23:20.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I eat this way... eat! eat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a man is hungry,&lt;/strong&gt; it doesn't matter if the food is good or bad as long as it can be eaten... its more than enough... so my dinner was like below of late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RyytKtzepNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Si2KJwz9NA8/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128664475273962706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RyytKtzepNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Si2KJwz9NA8/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Nasi goreng mamak bungkus satu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Neh : Ok... ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * walks over to stall opposite * Give me one red bean soup and 2 yaw char keuy...! Tar pau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Auntie : Ok.. .ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back at home, makan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Padme : ayo... ayo... where is your peanut butter spaghetti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; eat! eat! eat! &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/37985553-7772300936453152959?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/7772300936453152959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=7772300936453152959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7772300936453152959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7772300936453152959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/11/yeah-i-eat-this-way-eat-eat.html' title='Yeah I eat this way... eat! eat!'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RyytKtzepNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Si2KJwz9NA8/s72-c/DSC00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1937477338107411363</id><published>2007-11-04T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:14:06.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars : The Caribbean Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A long long time ago, the emperor ordered 3 of his most loyal employees to annihilate the Rebels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Darth Vader : ... lantak orang tua tu... I need to do my facial... Storm Trooper... go and kill all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Storm Trooper : * busy talking to a beauty pirate girl * kanineh... my boss... bising aje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pirate SYT : hehehehehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Darth Maul : No worries... I will reach to the farthest galaxy and hunt those buggers... I am hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128660979170583714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Ryyp_NzepKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/K10_6k0iBgM/s320/Image(555).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; star wars and the carribean girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-1937477338107411363?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1937477338107411363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1937477338107411363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1937477338107411363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1937477338107411363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/11/star-wars-caribbean-wars.html' title='Star Wars : The Caribbean Wars'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Ryyp_NzepKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/K10_6k0iBgM/s72-c/Image(555).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6598607283131965743</id><published>2007-11-03T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:59:05.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when you see this sign?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RytVX9zepJI/AAAAAAAAACw/w5TUrTcd6tQ/s1600-h/stop_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128286470907274386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RytVX9zepJI/AAAAAAAAACw/w5TUrTcd6tQ/s320/stop_sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Now my dear readers&lt;/strong&gt;, when you see this sign at any road junction, you must at all times do the following: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Don't look to the left or right for incoming cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Don't bother to press your break pedal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Don't even try to reduce your acceleration but by all means just accelerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Don't even bother to slow down because you are not stopping at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These 4 things above are what every Malaysian drivers are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nobody ever bothered to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Slow down to a stop. A complete stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Look to the left or the right for incoming cars before turning or moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Use the brake pedal to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Or even give a turning signal to indicate your are turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So are you stopping your car each time you see that sign? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please don't be a farker and risk your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a community service brought to you by ISTL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Value your life. Stop when you see Stop. Drive Safe. Stop Safe. You can changed your farking world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; you can changed your farking world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/37985553-6598607283131965743?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6598607283131965743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6598607283131965743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6598607283131965743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6598607283131965743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-do-you-do-when-you-see-this-sign.html' title='What do you do when you see this sign?'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RytVX9zepJI/AAAAAAAAACw/w5TUrTcd6tQ/s72-c/stop_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-3391985282963059763</id><published>2007-10-10T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:37:07.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatal... Gatal... My eyes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One night in the bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs William : low kung, what did you see in me?&lt;br /&gt;Mr William : aiya... low fu low chai... why ask such question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs William : low kung, answer lar...&lt;br /&gt;Mr william : sex kua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs William : * whack whack * no good punya husband... only sex he thinks... * whack whack *&lt;br /&gt;Mr william : ok lar... ok lar... let me see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs William : yeah... yeah... tell me... tell me... quick quick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr william : that day i also dunno why i looked up... then something kena my left eye... so I closed and opened my left eye... and then you started to twinkle at me... for what i also dunno... then you come and talk to me... I tried to talk to you but... my left eye got something in it... I tried to close and open my eyes... I dare not rub it... so i kept on closing and opening my left eye... then you kept on talking and twinkling at me... my eyes was so gatal... I tried to tahan not to rub it... but you keep on coming closer to me... I said gatal and beh tahan liao and lari into the toilet to wash my eyes... you also came in... I also dunno why... then I say very gatal... before I could finish speaking... you started to rub me over... ayo... for what I also dunno... i wanted to tell you that my eyes is all clear and not gatal anymore... but you continue to rub me all over... ayo... I tried so many times to tell you my eyes are clear... you still keep on rubbing me... ayo for what i also dunno... so how? ok ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs William : *________________________________*" ... gone to bed... no eye see...&lt;br /&gt;Mr william : hehehehe... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much... just to make my low poh... angry... i love to see her get angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; aiya.. mata gatal saja...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-3391985282963059763?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/3391985282963059763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=3391985282963059763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3391985282963059763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3391985282963059763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/10/gatal-gatal-my-eyes.html' title='Gatal... Gatal... My eyes!'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-7104267739664893906</id><published>2007-10-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:24:43.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : Son wanted a PS3...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One fine day&lt;/strong&gt; after work, Mr William was having his tea break and enjoying his karipap when his son walks in and said he wanted a PS3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Why do you need a PS3?&lt;br /&gt;Son : Dad, every kids in this world has one... can i have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : how much is it?&lt;br /&gt;Son : * Flips out a magazine * Here says its RM2K... can ar pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : hmm... * do calculation - think... think... *&lt;br /&gt;Son : Pa... buy lar... Pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : What is it that you are asking Pa to buy?&lt;br /&gt;Son : Ps3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Yes ar, low kung?! I also want to play!&lt;br /&gt;Mr William : Har! you wanna play ar? you go do cooking and clean the house lar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son : Pa... see... Ma also want to play...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : but what about your note book (pointing to Ma) and your desktop? You guys dun wan to play with it anymore? PS3... expensive wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : ayo... Pa... PS3 is different!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs William : yeah lar... buy lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : wah... you all think i dah kaya... its RM2K lar... ah boy, you go back to your room study hard... and you go back to your kitchen and cook me something nice to eat... ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son : potong stim saja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Arghhhh! I am not cooking tonight! * throws down her penyapu * ... go makan maggi mee yourselt tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr William : but expensive wut... hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe i should tone down my kiamsiap-ness while imagining my son asking me for a PS3 in the future... Just imagination... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; I wan Ipod, Pa! I want Zune, Pa! I want O2, Pa!&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/37985553-7104267739664893906?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/7104267739664893906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=7104267739664893906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7104267739664893906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7104267739664893906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/10/future-scenario-son-wanted-ps3.html' title='Future Scenario : Son wanted a PS3...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-2213234351263907768</id><published>2007-10-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:13:19.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Thoughts : A world stop for meal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed: A long story for you to read and to waste your time... it does not have a happy ending... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue sky,&lt;/strong&gt; chirping birds, and the sound of happy children screaming and playing with each other in the public park. You are sitting by a bench, reading your newspaper and on your right is a cup of tasty capuccino. It was a good Sunday morning to be out in the park. Suddenly, you hear faint noises from somewhere and the children has stopped playing. There were no more happy voices. No more chirping birds and the sky is calm. You looked around the park to find the children had stood there with their eyes close. The whole town had became very quiet. You do not feel good at all. You put down your newspaper and nearly tumble over your capuccino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked around the park again. Some cars had stopped in the middle of the road. They [drivers] had closed their eyes too. No one moved at all. What was going on? Your mind was searching for an answer as to why this occurences had happened. Of course, this had never before happen in your town. Furthermore, you had never seen such a bizarre incident in your whole life. You felt very uneasy to this circumstances and you walked slowly to the nearest child. A girl aged 10, black hair and had two ponytails. She was still holding her ice cream. The ice cream had melted and it was dripping all over her hands. You touched the girl's shoulder. The girl did not moved at all. You pinched her arm so to see if she will come back. She stirred a bit but not moved after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ran to a nearby car and knocked on the driver's door. The driver did not moved at all. Then, you ran to the nearest store and dashed into it. There was no one in there. Strange and it was getting stranger. You had walked the whole store and no one was there. It was too quiet. It was impossible for people to disappear just like that. You started to get panic. You made a run for the store's door. The moment you walked out the town was no longer the same anymore. The kids supposed to be in the park were no longer there. Cars now stood there without drivers. Where had they all gone? You looked at your watch. The time has stopped at exactly 9.00 am and the dial no longer turning anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was still shining as bright as ever. You do not know the time anymore. You walked down the lane to see if there are anyone around the corner. The whole stretch of shoplots were empty. You made another run to your apartment to see if your housemates still there. You ran and ran and as fast as you could to reach your home. While you were running a few blocks, not a single person could be seen. Mrs Della no longer in her garden watering her lovely roses. Mr Harker no longer sitting underneath his favourite apple tree and reading his newspaper. The newspaper were left on the ground. The whole neighbourhood had became dead and quiet like the graveyard at night. You are now just one block from your apartment when you saw someone at the back of Mrs Prim's backyard. Who might it be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stopped running and sneaked towards the backyard silently. You lean on the wall and slowly walked quietly to the mysterious being at the back of Mrs Prim's backyard. You kept hold of your breathe and slowly turned your head to looked at the person. The person was doing something to a thing on the ground. It looked like it was trying to stuff something into it or out of it which you could not see. The person had dressed in a black furry outfit and you could not make anything out of it. The head was hairy and its hands was rough and looked strong too. What was it doing? You tried to moved closer to the thing that was pushing something or rather seems to be forcing it self on something. Before you moved to it, you looked around for anything that resembled a weapon in case it attacked. You found a garden hoe. You took hold of it and slowly move towards the black thing. "Hey, what are you doing?" you yelled at him and with your garden hoe ready in your both hands. The black thing turned around with surprise. "Oh my god!", you gasped when you finally known what the person was doing. It was a very horrible creature with potruding pair of white fangs and yellowish eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dead girl with her hands still dangling out of its stomach. Partial of her head was still portruding out of it too. The creature started growling and snarling at you. It yellowish eyes stared hard at you. You hold tight to your garden hoe and ready to strike at it. The creature made a jump to get hold of you. You swung your garden hoe at it. The garden hoe's spike claw striked its head and it went down with a loud thud. The head was bleeding profusely and some parts of its internal organ had stucked to the hoe. Then you heard something moving at the end of Mrs Prim's bushes of roses. Another similar creature had came out and followed by another one. The latter creature was bigger comparing to the other one. There are two hideous creature facing you now. You made a run for your life. You can sense them behind chasing you. What are these things? Where are all the people? Where did these creatures come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ran nonstop and did not even turned back to look at it. You jumped over a high fence and you could hear the fence being thrashed as they chased after you. They were gaining speed and you can hear them growling behind you. Oh god! You better ran faster. Onwards, you skipped over a chair and ran on. You kept on jumping over every hurdles and kept on running for your dear life. Where shall I hide myself? I must find a place to hide at once. You cannot imagine yourself slowing down to open a door, ran into it and to close it just in time before it can grab you. You kept on thinking where you can hide before these creatures catches you. You were running too fast and at one corner you had turned and hit your head hard against a broken sign board that was hanging low on one side of the wall. Your eyes had became heavy. You felt dizziness and the place was swirling around you. You wanted to stand up and kept on running away from the dangerous creatures. Your heart was pounding harder and harder then suddenly became weaker and weaker. Just before you fainted, you saw a few black hairy feets came running towards you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two black hairy creatures stood beside you and many came out from buildings. They came so close and surrounded you. "What shall we do with this boy?" said the other taller and bigger black creature. "We will keep him in a place hidden from anyone" said another. Every black creature nodded. Thus, all of them started to changed into normal human being. Mrs Della, Mr Harker and Mrs Prim were one of the black creatures. Those kids dissappeared  from the park earlier had return to playing normally. Sound of birds chirping and and the town streets are now alive with cars and people can be seem strolling and talking. Shops are now filled with laughters and voices of people bargaining with owners. Everything had returned to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in one tall white building far away from the town, a boy was screaming madly and kept on telling of black creatures devouring human. "Help! help! You don't understand! There are aliens out there that eat people!" Two male nurses managed to strap him to the bed before the boy could hurt himself. A doctor quickly administered an injection to sedate the patient. &lt;em&gt;"I must say this boy is tough to handle, the council should have killed the boy that day&lt;/em&gt;", a man was speaking to someone in the observation room. "Yes, too fortunate, that day we had reached our quota so the boy was lucky!" said the mysterious person. The person had hidden himself in one dark corner of the observation room. He was there and then he was gone. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Doctor, we still have a contract, do you understand?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and that was the last word from the mysterious person. The doctor had stood there by the observation glass long before he nodded silently. &lt;em&gt;"Yes, we do"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; the world unknown... is left as it is...&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/37985553-2213234351263907768?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/2213234351263907768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=2213234351263907768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/2213234351263907768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/2213234351263907768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/10/twisted-thoughts-world-stop-for-meal.html' title='Twisted Thoughts : A world stop for meal...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6486089621236432762</id><published>2007-10-10T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:44:08.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nissan Pivot 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Abstract from:&lt;br /&gt;[http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20071005/bs_afp/japanautocompanytechnologynissan_071005161109]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119672443268745602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/Rwy69kNjyYI/AAAAAAAAACY/Pqd4YsXH33I/s320/nissan+pivot+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NISSAN Pivo 2&lt;br /&gt;TOKYO (AFP) - Japan's Nissan Motor Co. on Friday unveiled a new version of its egg-shaped Pivo concept car that can drive sideways and has a small robot to assist with navigation or calm down angry drivers.&lt;br /&gt;The Pivo 2 three-seater electric car has wheels that can turn 90 degrees for easy parallel parking.&lt;br /&gt;Like its predecessor, which was unveiled two years ago, the new Pivo has a cabin able to revolve 360 degrees, eliminating the need to reverse.&lt;br /&gt;A round-eyed robot head sitting on the dashboard has cameras that can tell when a driver is getting sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;"You look tired. There's a coffee shop 500 metres ahead on the left," it told a driver with drooping eyelids during a recent demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;It can also nod or shake its head, helping to improve the mood of irate or glum drivers.&lt;br /&gt;The car has "by-wire" technologies that use electric signals in the steering and braking.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the first Pivo, it has no axles. Instead it has four separate electric motors, allowing the wheels to turn further than a conventional car.&lt;br /&gt;The Pivo 2 will be exhibited at the Tokyo Motor Show near the capital from October 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video is available here:&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?rn=49750&amp;amp;cl=4397085&amp;amp;ch=1105621&amp;amp;src=news" s_oidt="0" s_oid="http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?rn=49750&amp;amp;cl=4397085&amp;amp;ch=1105621&amp;amp;src=news"&gt;http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?rn=49750&amp;amp;cl=4397085&amp;amp;ch=1105621&amp;amp;src=news&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-6486089621236432762?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6486089621236432762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6486089621236432762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6486089621236432762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6486089621236432762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/10/nissan-pivot-2.html' title='Nissan Pivot 2'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/Rwy69kNjyYI/AAAAAAAAACY/Pqd4YsXH33I/s72-c/nissan+pivot+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-4136906356252550666</id><published>2007-10-08T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:42:50.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ShareBlogHolder</title><content type='html'>The co - author looked through the company database.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, I been in two years already? Time flew fast and it's going to the end?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sigh, the biggest shareholder CEO of ISTL is going to close the company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess, I need to look for jobstreetforbloggers.com soon! I have no family yet like the 'tauke' (refering to the biggest shareholder of the ISTL) but I still need money for my 'big' 'big' future, I be needing money to do 'big' company, do 'big' projects and do 'big' researches and earn 'big' money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flew so fast that my actual "Sensei", "Si-fu", "Jedi" or "Guru" or "father of the Mohinder Suresh" or whatever you called it the supervisor. He's leaving in the early November back to god forsaken place called India. He lost the battle against the force of the evil. "Evil" as in E.V.I.L. subgroup of the UMBRELLA CORP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to see him leaving and going to another research facilities. I'm surely going to miss him since he's the one who provoke, bash, forge, bludgeons, manufacture, clobber and mould me into a better person I'm standing or writing right now this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's a double sad ending, I shall always remember his famous word: "Darn it!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-4136906356252550666?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/4136906356252550666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=4136906356252550666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4136906356252550666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4136906356252550666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/10/shareblogholder.html' title='The ShareBlogHolder'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-9126537647723845115</id><published>2007-10-08T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:10:05.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with Ah Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Spent two night and three days with Ah Moon and one of the night, I shot the Moon too! Lol Here's the picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118874730402924914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RwnlckNjyXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Gb4ILSMbbYw/s320/I+shot+the+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-9126537647723845115?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/9126537647723845115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=9126537647723845115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/9126537647723845115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/9126537647723845115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend-with-ah-moon.html' title='Weekend with Ah Moon'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RwnlckNjyXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Gb4ILSMbbYw/s72-c/I+shot+the+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-5338390524121440676</id><published>2007-10-07T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:52:23.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time! I am leaving Kuala Lumpur...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is going to be 3 years&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;ISTL&lt;/strong&gt; and its about time I have to think of whether to continue this blog. At the start of this blog in the early 2005, I had planned this to be a &lt;strong&gt;3 episodes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Is Sky The Limit&lt;/em&gt; and December is also coming. Oh dear, what am I going to do? Another reason, recently I had &lt;em&gt;taken a major decision to leave Kuala Lumpur and go up north to settle down for my own family&lt;/em&gt;. I wonder what will it be for this blog in the coming months. God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 3 years, I have churned out some &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twisted Thoughts series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and lately a new series called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future Scenario series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to this blog. Apart from that, I had also enlisted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crude Hastings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aboard &lt;strong&gt;ISTL&lt;/strong&gt;, last two years, to fill in some entry while I am away getting new stuffs to contribute in here. So the last month's dinner I had with the girls and all of them brought up the very same question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lately, I noticed you hardly update your blog... sometimes its late... not as daily as it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jules (about 7 months pregnant): yeah... not updated why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Padme : no ideas isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mitch : hehehehe... dah kering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me : No lar... working every day and every night... have to finish this and finish that... sometimes... no Internet access...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jules : hahahaha... no lar... must be the wife is not around... so no inspiration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Padme and Mitch : yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me : eh no lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well on one hand. its true also that my wife plays a big role inspiring me some ideas to write in this blog. Now, she is in Penang and I am here in Kay El alone... its pretty lonely sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So apart from whether to end this blog or continue it, I have made another biggest decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE RESIGNED AND GOING TO PENANG TO SETTLE DOWN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; Penang! Here I come!&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/37985553-5338390524121440676?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/5338390524121440676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=5338390524121440676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5338390524121440676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5338390524121440676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-time-i-am-leaving-kuala-lumpur.html' title='It&apos;s Time! I am leaving Kuala Lumpur...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6159309199097910102</id><published>2007-10-07T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:16:11.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mcdonald's Latest Dessert...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last two nights, it was hot and I felt like having something sweet and creamy. So I drove to Macdonald for their delicious Sundae and below is one of their new delight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Rwi83gbrljI/AAAAAAAAACo/JsEOPxnhPBE/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118548638291433010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Rwi83gbrljI/AAAAAAAAACo/JsEOPxnhPBE/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kacang Hijau vanilla Sundae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoy your weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; green pea vanilla sundae...&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/37985553-6159309199097910102?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6159309199097910102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6159309199097910102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6159309199097910102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6159309199097910102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/10/macdonalds-latest-dessert.html' title='Mcdonald&apos;s Latest Dessert...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Rwi83gbrljI/AAAAAAAAACo/JsEOPxnhPBE/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-5878912767753276485</id><published>2007-10-07T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:00:09.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of food you eat and your wife had...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It had been many weeks&lt;/strong&gt; I worked overtime and gone to mamak to eat late dinner. As you see, my wife is not at home to cook dinner for me so most of my food comes from mamak. One night, my wife had a nice and expensive dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * send MMS to Mr William * yum... yum... low kung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Rwi4mAbrliI/AAAAAAAAACg/M18vko9tZoI/s1600-h/Exp_chic.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118543939597211170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Rwi4mAbrliI/AAAAAAAAACg/M18vko9tZoI/s320/Exp_chic.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; some RM100 fine dining plate of chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * receives MMS * wah... what is that? * tummy growling! and send an SMS to Mrs William *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * send SMS * ... RM100... chicken ala something, hubby... expensive...! Syok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * receive SMS * Gulp! RM100...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Later at 11pm after overtime, Mr William drives to his favourite "Tai Chow" stall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Rwi4WgbrlhI/AAAAAAAAACY/K-afB6TqFSk/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118543673309238802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Rwi4WgbrlhI/AAAAAAAAACY/K-afB6TqFSk/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RM9.00 Fried rice and fried noodles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that night... RM100... RM100... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; that chicken is expensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/37985553-5878912767753276485?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/5878912767753276485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=5878912767753276485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5878912767753276485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5878912767753276485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/10/of-food-you-eat-and-your-wife-had.html' title='Of food you eat and your wife had...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/Rwi4mAbrliI/AAAAAAAAACg/M18vko9tZoI/s72-c/Exp_chic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-8837549439744936225</id><published>2007-09-23T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:09:41.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : Hungry... Anything to eat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day&lt;/strong&gt;, Mr William came home from work and very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Oi woman... anything to eat? I am hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Is that the right way to greet me when you are back from work? You want me to hit you with this spatula?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Hai! Mrs William... I am back from work... Anything to eat? Me hungry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : That's better... wait for another half an hour... go bath first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : (stomach growling)... err darling got anything like tidbits to fill up first? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : No, do not touch anything until i say so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Ayo... I am starving... starving... malnourish... abuse... famish... slavery... i need water... i need food... i am getting weaker... help... help... feed me... complaint... help... help... abuse... husband abuse... abuse... no food... no water... help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * wifes transform to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113425365077562834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RvaJRwbrldI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qjo6lMLSeK4/s320/Leonidas+screaming.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : hai... hai... hehehehe... yes yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never mess with your wifes in the kitchen... But its just future scenario, maybe my wife won't transform... or maybe she will transform into something else... &lt;em&gt;just thinking... just thinking... just thinking...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; hungry ar... cook your own food! don't complain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/37985553-8837549439744936225?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/8837549439744936225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=8837549439744936225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8837549439744936225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8837549439744936225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/09/future-scenario-hungry-anything-to-eat.html' title='Future Scenario : Hungry... Anything to eat?'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RvaJRwbrldI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Qjo6lMLSeK4/s72-c/Leonidas+screaming.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1019385342912337850</id><published>2007-09-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:05:37.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : My daughter wants a dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day&lt;/strong&gt; in the garden, Mr William was relaxing by the bench enjoying a glass of Mrs. William's teh tarik &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;editor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: pssst... pssst.... he made it himself... don't tell anyone... Mrs William is bengang-ing with him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when his daughter walks to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter (age 12+) : Daddy... daddy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Yes darling... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : You know... Sara... has a cute little puppy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : ok... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Can I have one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Err... err... that is one very good question... have you asked your mother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : No, I'm afraid she won't allowed pets in the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : (Phew...) Do you really need one? You got lots of toys in the house to keep you accompany... what about your little brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : No... please daddy i want one... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Eh hubby... can i have a tortoise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : Dad can i have a doberman... Jack got one... and its cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Aduh... headache... eh you all got nothing to do in the house is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;* Walks over to the hi-tech flat screen television and setup the screensaver with animated animals *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : See... now you all got fish swimming in the television. They will be all your pets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : (Tears flowing... ) Arghhh! Bad dadddyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : You are sooo uncool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Grrr... one day i will strangle you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, its just a future scenario with my kids but I better brace myself for the worse because my wife is a pet lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; dogs, fish, tortoise, hamster... just download digital pets will do!&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/37985553-1019385342912337850?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1019385342912337850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1019385342912337850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1019385342912337850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1019385342912337850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/09/future-scenario-my-daughter-wants-dog.html' title='Future Scenario : My daughter wants a dog...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-8923095623379158734</id><published>2007-09-22T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:58:26.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Thoughts : Something is wrong again Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh great!&lt;/strong&gt; Last time was alone in the lonely world. this time i am invisible to the world. He really needs to fix his system on me. You walk along the highway. Cars were moving so fast. You see people talking in the car. Some singing to the tune of whatever their listening in there. Some talking or seems to be scolding their kids. Some digging their nose as they drove. Some couples were quiet and some were talking among themselves. You had walked nearly for half an hour now. Thirsty and hungry and you wish for food. Luckily, you had reach a rest house. You walked into it. Nobody seems to notice you entering. You walk towards the bakery section to get a bun or something. There are spagehettis, beef casseroles, fried rice, hot dogs, burgers and so on. They looked so delicious. You took one plate of spaghetti. Your action had freezed the whole environment. "Oops... now what?" you looked around for the cause of it. You put down the plate. The environment immediately resumes back to normal. "Wow..." and you tried again. You freezed the whole environment again. You put it down again. It resumes normal again. "cool..." you said to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you take a forkful of spaghetti and put into your mouth and the world resumes back. "Wow... " as you continued eating your spaghetti. So what had happened? Now that you had finished your spaghetti and looked around the environment to wonder when will it stop again. YOu put the plate down and the whole environment stopped again. "Ok, now i have finished where do i put my plate?" you asked your question to the environment. You lifted the plate up and the world resumed back. You put down again and it stopped again. "Just put the plate and put your hand away", said a voice behind you. You turned around. "Its you!" and you were so grateful to see him. "You are invicible now and any objects that you touch, the system will capture that event and assign it to your variable and reorganize the world's daily event of happenings. Because you are not part of the system, the system will stop to capture and reinitiate so you won't cause ghostly scenario to the current running world." You looked blanked at him. "I figured you don't understand right?" You nodded. "Alright, simply the system will initiate a stop so whatever you touch or you do won't interfere with the current running world. Do you Understand?" he asked you again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nodded. "Its just two months and don't be naughty ok? Oh look... isn't she beautiful" You turned to look at the girl. She winked at Him. "But hey, can you guys speed up a bit?" and He was no longer standing beside you. Feeling of lonely and do not know what to do. Its hard to choose whether to be alone in the world or invicible to the world. Realizing the fact that you are invicible now and two months is not long thus you just had to go about it, "We shall have fun then. Let us begin the fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit... &lt;/strong&gt;the fun has just started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-8923095623379158734?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/8923095623379158734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=8923095623379158734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8923095623379158734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8923095623379158734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/09/twisted-thoughts-something-is-wrong.html' title='Twisted Thoughts : Something is wrong again Part 2'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6187195181690464427</id><published>2007-09-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:59:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Thoughts : Something is wrong again Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author :&lt;/strong&gt; Last year, i had a series of Twisted Thoughts stories running in my blog and one of them was a story about a man alone in the world. You can read it at the link below. So now, I am writing another sequel to this story. This time, that man will not be alone anymore. I believe when this sequel goes along i will try to inject more imaginative events and weird things that will happen to him. Yes, this sequel will be rated PG18 because of some events that he will be doing in it. Apart from that, this story also intend to make you think of question like what if or what will happen especially when you are in his position. I hope you enjoy reading this story with an open mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let the story begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This few weeks you had that feeling of loneliness again. That was years ago when you had that kind of real experience of you feeling lonely in the world. It was hard to imagine when everyone disappeared over night. Today you get that kind of feeling again and this time it is getting stronger. Everyday, your feeling is mustered with stronger feeling of lonesome. Is god going to stop the world again? Stopping the world to do some minor configuration or putting up new upgrades while you are not aware of it. Yet, it can be a nightmare if you are awake in the middle of the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day in the office, the computers seems slow and eveyone looks moody and kept to themselves. Your good friend who use to come around to talk to you had not been making his visit regularly. Your mind starts to play tricks and you loose focus on your work. Your monitor screens at times gave weird responses but the technicians seems useless in fixing it. Will there be another round of human disappearance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning you had a bad cup of coffee or was it your taste has gone crazy. Now, you are seated at home in the evening and you were starring blankly at the television and also apparently oblivious to the whole environment. Funny, your wife had not ask you to come to the table for dinner. You felt dizzy. Your breathing became heavier every minute. You tried to stand up but your legs were getting heavier too. You slumped to the ground and fainted. You could not feel anything and the whole blackness envelopes your vision. Oh no, what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you open your eyes again, you felt strange, hungry and energetic. You never felt your life was so free before or just this few weeks of feeling lonesome. You sat up and clear your eyes. The room was so white. The bed that you were lying on was white too. "Hi, we meet again." You turned around to find the voice. "I knew it. Its you!" You saw Him stood there. He was dressed in white. "Oh, aren't you happy to see me?" said Him. "Come on, the food taste bland, my wife not listening to me or totally ignore me, my computer is crazy and I thought i had a heart attack!" you looked at him in disbelief. He laughed and continued to assure that you are fine. "Absolutely, you are fine my son." You stood beside him. "So why am i here?" you asked with both hands flung up. He laughed again and this time louder. "My boy, your system is so sensitive and whenever we are up or down here make a little configuration you are bound to be affected by it" You looked even more bewildered at Him. "So meaning to say, I am ok and I can go back to my... what ever state it is?". He looked at you and paused for a moment. "The problem now is that you still can go back, we haven't finish our upgrade but... " he shooked his head. "Oh no... I am not going back there with no people around." He laughed again. "But you enjoyed it so much last time, you took whatever you wanted" he said. "Yet i did not even ask you to return it but keep it, isn't that good?" He started to walk towards a white wall. You followed him. "Good? What do you mean good? It was so lonely and alone in this world and i thought I was crazy!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, its just another two months ok?" he stopped at his way and pushed a white button. "I will need you to bear with it but, as i was saying just now, this time you won't be alone. See for yourself" He took hold of your arm and moved out of the white room. The highway was bustling with fast moving cars and an aeroplane flew past over you for landing at a nearby airport. "So i am back but what about it?" as you stumble beside Him. You nearly fell and hit a fast moving truck. "Arghhhh!" you screamed so loud. "Arghhhh!" you kept on screaming. "Are you done yet?" he was looking down at you. You looked baffled. You are still alive. "Oh my god!" you exclaimed. "Yes? I am here." He looked at you. You were touching your body all over. "I am still alive?!" you screamed again with disbelief. "Yes you are. Just a minor problem that you need to bear with it again." He said with his arms crossed. "You do not exist yet in this world. You are a walking variable that is not an entity yet currently. So in other words, My system has temporarily put you one side until they have finished with their programming then only restore you back." You are now so agitated and questioned your wife and son. "Oh, don't worry, your wife will remember you. Currently your wife is on an automated mode and she thinks you are on overseas business. By the way, i don't recall you have a son. Daughter perhaps?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great now i am invisible to the world. What do i do now?" you stood and stared over the great horizon by the side of the highway. It overlooked a great city and looked very busy. "Well, for now, you can do whatever you want here. Just that nobody knows you are there. Have fun." You turned around to protest. "Just a minute. What do you mean have fun", he was not there anymore. There were no buttons or indicators to go back into the white room. You are now practically standing on one side of the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; on the run from no where but here...&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/37985553-6187195181690464427?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6187195181690464427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6187195181690464427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6187195181690464427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6187195181690464427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/09/twisted-thoughts-something-is-not-right.html' title='Twisted Thoughts : Something is wrong again Part 1'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1729566222840561437</id><published>2007-09-20T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:59:25.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Seductively Red color Sahny Elikson...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got a new phone&lt;/strong&gt;. Its called &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Soh-ny Eh-lik-son K510I &lt;/span&gt;and it is &lt;em&gt;serrr-duccc-tive-llyyyy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; in color for your &lt;em&gt;inforrr-ma-shion&lt;/em&gt;. I love it so farking much that every tom, dick and harry will die like &lt;em&gt;mah fuh lat&lt;/em&gt;. Okay lar, my phone is equipped with the best of the breed &lt;em&gt;kam-ma-ra&lt;/em&gt;. Jialat. Its only 1.3 megapixel. But I am so happy wor. So happy can die, you know. Who cares. My &lt;em&gt;kam-ma-ra phone&lt;/em&gt; is also equipped with MMS and I can take pictures every time and any time i like. Alright... alright... enought of this... but I am happy with it. So here you are my great seductively red phone. Blow me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RvKII4G4WRI/AAAAAAAAABg/y8b1ZSXYAUs/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112298213100509458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RvKII4G4WRI/AAAAAAAAABg/y8b1ZSXYAUs/s320/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RvKIJIG4WSI/AAAAAAAAABo/TEbHqGK62x0/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112298217395476770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RvKIJIG4WSI/AAAAAAAAABo/TEbHqGK62x0/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh yeah... its cool... thank you darling... i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my seductively red color sahny-elikson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-1729566222840561437?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1729566222840561437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1729566222840561437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1729566222840561437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1729566222840561437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-seductively-red-color-sahny-elikson.html' title='My Seductively Red color Sahny Elikson...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RvKII4G4WRI/AAAAAAAAABg/y8b1ZSXYAUs/s72-c/DSC00139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-4851612068321047375</id><published>2007-09-19T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:47:03.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To A Good Friend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One fine evening,&lt;/strong&gt; i woke up and found this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RvPKhgbrlcI/AAAAAAAAABw/4HAi_F7XM5g/s1600-h/advertising%2Bistl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112652678986175938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RvPKhgbrlcI/AAAAAAAAABw/4HAi_F7XM5g/s320/advertising%2Bistl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank you so much Elin for promoting this blog!... But you forgotten to put the address there... Nevermind this is very appreciative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please visit &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.i-am-thumbelina.blogspot.com"&gt;thumbelina's&lt;/a&gt; blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;From the &lt;strong&gt;Editor&lt;/strong&gt; : Oh I am so sorry. I should be more sensitive on this part. I have hide your email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; I am so Kamm Tunnggg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/37985553-4851612068321047375?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/4851612068321047375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=4851612068321047375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4851612068321047375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4851612068321047375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-good-friend.html' title='To A Good Friend!!'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/RvPKhgbrlcI/AAAAAAAAABw/4HAi_F7XM5g/s72-c/advertising%2Bistl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-7351761886546969904</id><published>2007-09-09T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T09:35:32.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my wife's birthday... part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After finding&lt;/strong&gt; the watch and the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : You will do what i tell... I am the queen today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Yes, your highness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Now, you go and make me two half boil eggs and one bacon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Yes, your highness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After half an hour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Oi, i say two half boil eggs wor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;hard boil and the other half boil mar... * wink wink * ... dun marah lar... just eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * Gulp * Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Buy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Yes, your highness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While walking around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Can carry so many shopping bags ar, darling?&lt;br /&gt;Mr William : No problem... no problem... you go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Of course! I am the queen today! muah hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : *_*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dinner time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Ok, i want cheese sausages, stir fried kailan with lots of Lee Kum Kee abalone sauce, some chicken cooked with black pepper sauce, and later a cup of baskin robbins ice cream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Yes your highness... goes to the kitchen... and... hei wok! (in cantonese it means start the wok and cook!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleeping time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * Kiss * Thank you darling... I am so happy today...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : No problem... so you do the same for my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : I am sleepy... I sleep first... hug her teddy bear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : eh... not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; the queen!&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/37985553-7351761886546969904?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/7351761886546969904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=7351761886546969904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7351761886546969904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7351761886546969904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-my-wifes-birthday-part-2.html' title='It&apos;s my wife&apos;s birthday... part 2'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1747353798818886538</id><published>2007-09-09T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T09:28:29.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my wife's birthday... part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; is my wife's special day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : honey... honey... wake up... wake up....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : yeah... yeah... what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : you know what day is today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Its Saturday. * go back to sleep *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : No! honneeey.... wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : yeah... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Its not Saturday... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : har... what are you talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * pinch Mr William's arm kuat-kuat... *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Aduhhhh.... ok ok... you win... today is your birthday and go look for your present in this room... * go back to sleep *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : yeah! * she went treasure hunting *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : hehehehe... * I hid her present somewhere in the room *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : oi... dun kacau the bed... i want to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : hehehehe... dun care! * continue treasure hunting *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : dear... i still couldn't found it... where did you hide it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : hehehehe... if i tell you... what would i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : huh... then i dun want that present! I am going to put makeup and go shopping without you! huh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : ok ok lar... dun marah lar, honey... its on this bed very near you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : really? dun tipu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : no tipu... Ipoh Mari Tarak Tipu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Eh dear... you tipu me ar? tarak wor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Low poh dear... you come closer.... who do you hug when you go to sleep every night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : yeah!!!! I found it! Thank you! * KISS! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : &lt;em&gt;Eh, not fair! I bought the present not teddy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mrs William : ... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well she kissed her &lt;strong&gt;teddy bear&lt;/strong&gt; instead of me! I put her birthday watch on the teddy bear at night while she still asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; teddy bear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/37985553-1747353798818886538?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1747353798818886538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1747353798818886538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1747353798818886538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1747353798818886538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-my-wife-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my wife&apos;s birthday... part 1'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6533670778846492692</id><published>2007-08-25T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:14:57.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : Pay day... and family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day,&lt;/strong&gt; Mr William gotten his pay for the month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Hubby... where is my monthly allowance for grocery? I need to pay TNB bill, Water bill, TMBill, and etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * promptly took out cash from wallet *... ok... what do i get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * Kiss his husband *... smooch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Pa... what about me for this month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Let me see your report card first and an interview...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Har? Dun wan lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : No... Cannot... No interview, No report card... no money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : * Die Die Breath Breath take report card *...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * Analyze the report card *... hmmm... BM got B, English A, Maths B, Geography B... who overall, you got 8 in the class... ok lar... i give RM50...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Wait... Woman... any komplen about your daughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : She spent too much already on her wardrobe last month... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Ok... tolak RM20... the rest will be sufficient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Argvhhhhh!!! where got enough.... I want to go c movie... go buy stationery also not enough lar... some more got mobile phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : You know ar... when your I was your age... your grandpa give me RM1 only... take it or leave it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : * Die Die Breath Breath walk away *...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : Pa... * trembling a bit * can i have my monthly allowance... * and holding up his report card and also praying hard so that he won't end up like his sister *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Hmmm... BM got B, English A, Maths A, Science B, Geography C... Eh, why Geography C?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Study hard you know... otherwise... how you are going to get into a nice university... * looks at the report card again * ... hmmm... overall you get an 8 in the class like your sister... Ok lar... RM45...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Hold on... oi... woman... got any komplen about your son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : He has not clean his room... played too much PS9... talk too much over the phone... play online games too much... haiya... komplen too much oredy... no eye see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William and his son looked at each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Any last words before I make my last decision on your monthly allowance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : I love you pa... please pa... I love you pa... please don't cut my monthly allowance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : ok ok ... heheheheh... if you don't study hard some more... not only i will cut your monthly allowance... i will also sent you to &lt;a href="'http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/future-scenario-son-and-his-grade.html'"&gt;Uncle Porky Weng!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Oi! Not fair! Not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ooh yeah... Though I don't have kids yet but I am not a cruel dad. However, i fear that i will pamper my kids too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; i am not that cruel!&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/37985553-6533670778846492692?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6533670778846492692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6533670778846492692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6533670778846492692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6533670778846492692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/future-scenario-pay-day-and-family.html' title='Future Scenario : Pay day... and family'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-8055944725872109836</id><published>2007-08-25T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:53:09.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : Mr William teaching son on swearing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day&lt;/strong&gt;, Jnr came home from school and when he sees his dad at the living room enjoying his coffee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jnr William : Hi pa... what the fark?! how's your farking day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * spit coffee out * You! You stand there... who taught to say that har? Got no other proper greetings to greet your old man iszit har?... your mom feed you so big like a blardy pig... no respect at all har...you char siew iszit?... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i spent so much marny and bali to bring you to this world to be a good man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... now you come home... greet your old man like that? you tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then old man Abeer walks in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr Abeer : Hey man... what the fark?! how's your farking day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : *___________________* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't laugh... this is just a fiction of my future perception when i have a kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; no idea... no idea... i don't want to talk anymore...&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/37985553-8055944725872109836?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/8055944725872109836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=8055944725872109836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8055944725872109836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8055944725872109836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/future-scenario-mr-william-teaching-son.html' title='Future Scenario : Mr William teaching son on swearing...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-7998393100025449687</id><published>2007-08-25T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:21:33.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : My wife saw something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One night&lt;/strong&gt;, Mrs and Mr William get ready to go to bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Dear, you know... today morning after Jnr gone to school... i found something in his drawer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Wah... you go peeping at your own son's things? Eh privacy leh... you shouldn't do that... what if your son found out and gets angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : No lar... he won't... you listen first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Ok ok... what is it then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : I found stash of magazines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Magazine only mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : No lar... you listen first ok... its those humsup magazine... you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Aiya... humsup magazine only mar... what's the big deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * Pulled her husband ears * Its more than that... got DVDs somemore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Wah! That kid... I shared with him magazines... he got DVDs also no share share with me... i talk to him tomorrow about sharing and caring! Ok go to sleep... ZZZZZZZZZZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : *____________* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; we share we care... don't be so humsup!&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/37985553-7998393100025449687?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/7998393100025449687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=7998393100025449687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7998393100025449687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7998393100025449687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/future-scenario-my-wife-saw-something.html' title='Future Scenario : My wife saw something...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-7407457948164762066</id><published>2007-08-25T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:16:32.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : Uncle Ah Beer... and my son...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day&lt;/strong&gt;, old man Abeer visited his old friend old man William at his house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OM Abeer : Oi... lanciao... i come oredy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OM William : Oi... got kids here... next time i come... i call you muther farker bengali tiger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OM Abeer : Oi... got kids also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OM William : Hehehehehe... Have a sit... i bring you some tea... Oi woman... bring some tea out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Junior William : Uncle Arr Beerr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OM Abeer : good boy ... good boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Junior William (10+ kid) : My teacher ask me what i want to be when i grow up... Can you give some tips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OM Abeer : Ok... you can be an Information Technology Analyst, Network Specialist, Neural Network Engineer, System Artificial Intelligence Disseminating Data Pipelines Engineer, Viral and Disinfection for Operating System Designer, Or maybe you can be a Data Analysis For Wireless Mobility on Super High Band Transfer... You can choose one... Or maybe... High Intricate Continuum Data and Visual Web Designer using Super Flash 2010 Macromedia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Junior William and OM William : * look fark at him *...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OM William : Just write SAP ABAP down there, son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; hell no!&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/37985553-7407457948164762066?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/7407457948164762066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=7407457948164762066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7407457948164762066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7407457948164762066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/future-scenario-uncle-ah-beer-and-my.html' title='Future Scenario : Uncle Ah Beer... and my son...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6140987270432867898</id><published>2007-08-25T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T14:51:53.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : Son and his grade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day,&lt;/strong&gt; Mrs William informed her husband that his son's grade are falling and better do something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * knock on the door * Oi... open the door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Open this damn door or i use parang and bring this door down... you got five minutes or else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : * Die die breath breath open the door *... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : show me your report card...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : Nah... * give the old man report tulan-ly *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : hmmm... English fark... Maths fark... Geography fark... BM fark... Science fark... History fark...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : * look steady only *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Tulan you! What the hell do you want to do with this tulan results?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : I am asking you! You don't waste my money feeding you growing up and becoming nothing. You fix this result of yours or you becoming mechanic or vegetable sellers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : So what!... Ah Pek Chang and Uncle Koh also mechanic and vegetable seller... some more Uncle Porky Weng selling pork ... all of them driving Marcili or BM... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * blood pressure shot up * Oi... you dun talk to your old man like that ok... I want you to have a good education... so you get a good degree... then what do you want to do... with all this fark grades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : Dunno... maybe sell pork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Tulan you! I ask your ma-ther to talk to you... Oi... lady... you talk to your son... i can't talk to him... tulan with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Son, you come down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : * die die breath breath come down * what do you want ma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : so you want to be a pork seller?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : OK, this is a chopper and this is a pork... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : ee yer... so geli... what are all this lar... dun wan to touch lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : but pork seller chop all this mar... go chop and mince everything for me to cook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : No lar... you do it lar... so disgusting... ee yer... what is that?! Why still got blood wan... some more stinks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : so do still you want to be a pork seller...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : No... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : No? Give up already? But you want to be a pork seller... I have called Uncle Porky Weng that you are going to his pig sty next week to be an apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : * Look scared and starred at both parents *...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Wah hubby... so fast... Uncle Porky Weng willing ar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Aiya... with his pariah grades... No Problem lar... somemore the pig sty is full of shit and smelly... will be a good learning point... he go to pig sty... can save my money for something else... no need to pay for his study fees... Imagine dear... you son working in a pig sty... you can get pork every day... then i can also invite Abeer come over for char siew and yum sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : * Begins to freak out *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * Whips out his ultra terror mobile phone * Ah Weng ar... my son... confirm ledi... his coming tomorrow... aiya... the early the better mar... got so many pigs to potong... I am sure you find him handy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : Ok ok... i get your point... i will fix my grades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * Take hold of the chopper and pointed at him * You better make sure you study well or you will end up like this pork over here! Do you understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : * gulp *... ok ok... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Dun play play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is just a scenario. I still don't have kids yet. IF THIS really happen, I am sure its not going to be some pork selling or selling vegetable stories for my junior. It will be worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aiya pa... sell pork also can get rich mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/37985553-6140987270432867898?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6140987270432867898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6140987270432867898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6140987270432867898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6140987270432867898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/future-scenario-son-and-his-grade.html' title='Future Scenario : Son and his grade...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6732561248732555027</id><published>2007-08-25T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T14:54:27.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : Daughter, Mom and shopping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day,&lt;/strong&gt; Mr William and his family went on a shopping spree. In one boutique, his daughter found a beautiful dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Wah ma, this dress is beautiful... black color too... the design very kinky... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : hmmm... not bad... you wanna give it a try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : yeah... yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : wait... hold on... let me do QA first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Aiya pa... don't be troublesome lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * took it from her * ... bareback... front plunging V-line... dress above the knee length... some more spaghetti strap... satu kali gunting dah jatuh.... kennot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Ma!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * snatch from the old man * Go try it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Plus its RM 200... ooi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : You go stand outside the store and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jaga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the shopping bags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * grumbling ... muttering *... * whips out his ultra terror mobile phone * oii... old ah pek Abeer... go yum char...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-6732561248732555027?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6732561248732555027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6732561248732555027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6732561248732555027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6732561248732555027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/future-scenario-daughter-mom-and.html' title='Future Scenario : Daughter, Mom and shopping...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1953742923468129393</id><published>2007-08-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:34:00.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My desire specification for my new car...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After driving around KL for almost 3 year and more, I am going to buy a big car with a little bit of sweet and wonderful modification:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. A vehicle that is mammoth so it looks scary from very far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is especially for those who thinks they drive big Mercs or big BMWs can bully me. So with my real large mammoth vehicle : Dare me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. A vehicle that is mammoth with 8 additional spotlight; 4 at the front and 4 at the back and one very large extra high beam like Jedi's light saber on top of my car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is especially for farkers who loves to drives so fast and shoot people with their bright lights from far away; i think they are rushing for reincarnation. So, my additional 4 + 1 spot light sabers will do honor for this assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. A vehicle that is mammoth which all of its 4 big wheels having triple level multi rotation side spikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is especially for farkers who loves to overtake me so near as though I am related to them. So, a press of a button to activate those spikes, they will go drive far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. A vehicle that is mammoth with a very loud horn; most probably those eight wheelers loud blarring horn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is especially for farkers who horn for no reasons at me. Thus, this heavenly horn will be a real wake up call for retaliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, that will be my resolution for driving in KL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; rumbling and rumbling...&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/37985553-1953742923468129393?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1953742923468129393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1953742923468129393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1953742923468129393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1953742923468129393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-desire-specification-for-my-new-car.html' title='My desire specification for my new car...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-2257463572267809079</id><published>2007-08-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:57:36.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : My Son and His problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One night, my son walked to me and looked a bit confused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : Hey dad, wanna go for a drink? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Beer or just teh tarik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Oi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Yeah lar! Never ask me also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Daughter, you don't listen to your father...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Ok, wat's up son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son : You know... when you and mom dating... how do you do it? Can share a bit ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Ok... on the first day you treat her dinner and movie... also remember flowers... don't be kiamsiap... girls loves all this... so you must be gentle man ok... don't rush things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * Nodded approvingly with the advice *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : But... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * look at me *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : If you are asking me for money... better forget it... besides you are just 19... you got a big bright future ahead... small fish... big fish... medium fish... you know... the whole world... is like a Window... you know... with a click... through Windows... you can access anywhere you like... girls are easy... dun worry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William and daughter : * geleng kepala * both thinking... * is this your husband/father? *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; hehehehe... aiya... its just a scenario...&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/37985553-2257463572267809079?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/2257463572267809079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=2257463572267809079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/2257463572267809079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/2257463572267809079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/future-scenario-my-son-and-his-problem.html' title='Future Scenario : My Son and His problem...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-5867765827959991004</id><published>2007-08-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:41:14.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Scenario : My daughter and her problem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One late night, my daughter walked to me and looked a bit confused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Pa... I want to ask you something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Sure, go ahead... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : Pa... you know... there is this guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * alert * what did he do? Did he touch you? If he touch you... we make police report.... i chopped his *&amp;^*%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;^%&amp;amp;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;@#...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : *_* " ... No lar... acterrllyyy... when you and mom dating... who make the first move...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Of coz your Mother lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Ooi... lu tak malu ka... teach your daughter have pride a bit lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : ok ok lar... actually... its me... its good for guys to make the first move... more gentle "man"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : ok... So i should wait for him to make the approach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Aiya... daughter.... you are still young... only 19 years old... got many chance... big fish... small fish... but bigger fish better lar... why jump into the "con" - clusion so fast... study and steady with your life first....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * nodded approvingly *...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Oi! you are not going into something else right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Aiya... dun worry lar... i am just teaching our daughter here something on reality of courtship... daughter... you see... when you date... you spend money... if you get a poor guy... you paid everything... if you get a rich guy... you dun pay everything... so your life is easier... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : So, Ma marry you because you are rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : No, he was stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Eh... dun lar tarnish my image... give me some chance lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : * dun bother... goes into the kitchen... No eye see *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Daughter : hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit... &lt;/strong&gt;fiction... fiction... fiction... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/37985553-5867765827959991004?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/5867765827959991004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=5867765827959991004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5867765827959991004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5867765827959991004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/future-scenario-my-daughter-and-her.html' title='Future Scenario : My daughter and her problem...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1666289507847624483</id><published>2007-08-16T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T12:24:51.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new vessel</title><content type='html'>Here's some of the pictures of the new vessel I'm using now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQTad14TI/AAAAAAAAABo/C05eZHvyqoY/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099148235054113074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQTad14TI/AAAAAAAAABo/C05eZHvyqoY/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQTad14UI/AAAAAAAAABw/_TQyRy4OxqU/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099148235054113090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQTad14UI/AAAAAAAAABw/_TQyRy4OxqU/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQT6d14VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F8TfqxBhDN8/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099148243644047698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQT6d14VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F8TfqxBhDN8/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQT6d14WI/AAAAAAAAACA/ucF7n2Bj3gI/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099148243644047714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQT6d14WI/AAAAAAAAACA/ucF7n2Bj3gI/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQUKd14XI/AAAAAAAAACI/p3RUDKTGspM/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099148247939015026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQUKd14XI/AAAAAAAAACI/p3RUDKTGspM/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-1666289507847624483?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1666289507847624483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1666289507847624483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1666289507847624483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1666289507847624483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-vessel.html' title='The new vessel'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RsPQTad14TI/AAAAAAAAABo/C05eZHvyqoY/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-7815163937727569325</id><published>2007-08-08T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:47:40.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dell has arrived.</title><content type='html'>Knocking on my door, the delivery man smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your freshly baked and oven Dell is here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said thank you and he shoved me a bill. "Sign here and you can enjoy your Dell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed and he left. Both happy with their duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm still from faraway to look at my Dell which is being enjoy by my padawan right at this moment. I can't wait to go home and touch my slice of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yummy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such a spec:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033ff;"&gt;Intel Core(TM)2 Duo&lt;br /&gt;1.5 GHz, 2MB Cache, 667 MHz FSB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0033ff;"&gt;Genuine Windows Vista(TM) Home - Aero experience&lt;br /&gt;2GB DDR2 SDRAM&lt;br /&gt;... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-7815163937727569325?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/7815163937727569325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=7815163937727569325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7815163937727569325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7815163937727569325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/dell-has-arrived.html' title='Dell has arrived.'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-8664459993162395265</id><published>2007-08-05T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:29:23.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippieee! Internet connection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Sunday and it is moving very slow.&lt;/strong&gt; My mouth stinks because i have not brush my mouth yet, my hair is messy; my face is still blur, not wash yet; and i am very hungry. Early in the morning i had managed to get Internet connection. So what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: * boots up the notebook *...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toshiba: * beeps and blink *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: * touch his face for a while to measure how thick his stubs are *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toshiba: * beeps and beeps *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: * blurly logs in and wait for it to open the Windows *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toshiba: * waiting for owner to tell him the access authority *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: * switch on the wireless device *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toshiba: * waiting for next action *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: * refresh the device and waits *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toshiba: * scanning available wireless Internet connection *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toshiba: * blink - found two available *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: * ok... lets try this one *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Toshiba: * connected! *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: Eh, betul ka?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: * Tries MSN Messenger *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MSN Messenger: * Goes online *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: Yipppieeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: Tells whole wide world... * starts SMS-ing everyone *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; the power of Internet Connection!&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/37985553-8664459993162395265?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/8664459993162395265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=8664459993162395265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8664459993162395265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8664459993162395265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/yippieee-internet-connection.html' title='Yippieee! Internet connection...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1508932876800009211</id><published>2007-08-05T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T11:03:27.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My wife is great big fan&lt;/strong&gt; of harry potter. She had the whole collection of it and even watch HP movies many times. Sometimes before one new book or new movie comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: Harry Potter coming out already wor... you not watching first episode and follow up until the new one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William: yeah... yeah... so dun kacau me this week ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: ok... i won't call you to makan, i won't ask you to cuci your baju, i go shopping i won't call you, i go for movies i won't call you, i go holiday you can stay at home... ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William: -_-"...  *whack!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William: ok ok... hehehehe... ok ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is always the case when Harry Potter's book or movie comes out. She will spend one week's time to read everything back plus watching the movie. Thus, its like the world gone crazy with every communication lines has exploded rendered communication hold up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now i am happy that Harry Potter has come to an end. I wonder what will be the next major coming up on books and movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; harry potter and the restless gangs!&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/37985553-1508932876800009211?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1508932876800009211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1508932876800009211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1508932876800009211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1508932876800009211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter!'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6584420198283706257</id><published>2007-08-05T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T01:38:52.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping stone</title><content type='html'>It can be fascinating when time come suddenly you felt you could afford many things when you thought you have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the new system will arrive for the co-author of "Is Sky The Limit".  In the meantime, he is waiting anxiously to try on the new system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-6584420198283706257?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6584420198283706257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6584420198283706257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6584420198283706257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6584420198283706257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/08/stepping-stone.html' title='Stepping stone'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-8873696467216342445</id><published>2007-07-29T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:57:00.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol Station</title><content type='html'>Have you ever goto petrol station where no other cars are in the station?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I been but as soon as I reached my counter, all the other vehicles zoomed in as though as camping for me to go inside or waiting for someone to enter first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most weird part was most of them were waiting at my petrol counter instead of other counter which was really empty. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone explain why such weird phenomenon? Is there a culture that I didn't even know it exist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-8873696467216342445?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/8873696467216342445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=8873696467216342445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8873696467216342445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8873696467216342445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/petrol-station.html' title='Petrol Station'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-5153545675996904379</id><published>2007-07-29T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:38:37.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free 50GB, accept or not?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been offered with 50GB hard disk space for free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, indeed, there's a case where 50GB hard disk space was offered to my friend for free. None of them want to use it. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why. Just that, indeed, there are people who doesn't want to take free stuff when free stuff are offered out there. No, I'm not saying about bogus or scam. It's indeed free and even free from someone close. They just want to share free stuff with their friends and their friends ignored them. Weird, huh? I asked them why don't want to use it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, I'm downloading small stuff like music so don't need the hard disk space." - What a lame excuse. It's either they hated the guy or they hated the 50GB hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another case, there was an event when organizers gave free goodies if you're lucky to pick the right number. And again, they refuse to pick the lucky number and replied to me in such a silly question, "Don't want la, why I would want it?" with a disgusted face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so "darn" annoying and ignorant when I only asked them to try their luck if they get goodies or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life is full of strange people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-5153545675996904379?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/5153545675996904379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=5153545675996904379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5153545675996904379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5153545675996904379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/free-50gb-accept-or-not.html' title='Free 50GB, accept or not?'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-5769639566259070414</id><published>2007-07-28T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:55:53.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting article #1</title><content type='html'>Well, upon looking at my friendster page, I stumbled upon this interesting article forwarded by a friend of a friend in the list. Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source: My friendster page&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;Title: Flashback when we are young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we grew up watching Transformers,&lt;br /&gt;Thundercats, Woody Woodpecker,&lt;br /&gt;Chipmunks, Mickey Mouse, Jem, Mask,&lt;br /&gt;Ninja Turtles, Voltron, Baja Hitam,&lt;br /&gt;Ultraman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to brush our teeths during recess&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;primary school? had to hold plastic&lt;br /&gt;cups, line up with your classmates side&lt;br /&gt;by side and start brushing our teeths&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;some open area... or maybe near some&lt;br /&gt;drain??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you still remember that we&lt;br /&gt;had 'dentist' rooms where we had to&lt;br /&gt;have our teeths check?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget our 'program minum susu'&lt;br /&gt;in primary school.. everybody is&lt;br /&gt;suppose to buy like cartons of milk&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;costed 30 cents.. and you would see&lt;br /&gt;everyone drinking it everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teachers who would want to punish&lt;br /&gt;us must use yellow rulers to hit us on&lt;br /&gt;our palms??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that a bowl of mihun soup or some soup&lt;br /&gt;only costed 50 cents at the school&lt;br /&gt;canteen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to some sundry shop near the&lt;br /&gt;school or to the 'roti' man waiting&lt;br /&gt;outside our schools so that we can buy&lt;br /&gt;junk food like chickedees, mamee, ding&lt;br /&gt;dang with some toys in it, 'Ti Kam',&lt;br /&gt;ice-&lt;br /&gt;cream and we would play games like&lt;br /&gt;monopoly, uno, old maid, and all other&lt;br /&gt;card games like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another fun time would be during&lt;br /&gt;Pendidikan Jasmani. the boys would&lt;br /&gt;play football while the girls would&lt;br /&gt;play&lt;br /&gt;netball... and it would be like we were&lt;br /&gt;playing in the world cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course. the best would be main&lt;br /&gt;guli, batu seremban, bottlecaps, ice-&lt;br /&gt;cream sticks, 'Pepsi Cola one-two-&lt;br /&gt;three', Cops and Robbers, main kejar-&lt;br /&gt;kejar duduk.. and for the not so&lt;br /&gt;active,&lt;br /&gt;those kind of 'book games' where we&lt;br /&gt;would use buku latihan to draw and ask&lt;br /&gt;our friends to play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember the ice-cream tubes&lt;br /&gt;which are actually ice and colouring&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;are sold for 10 to 20 cents.. the&lt;br /&gt;colourful&lt;br /&gt;ones.. where you usually bite off the&lt;br /&gt;top&lt;br /&gt;to glup it down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about days when we felt like doing&lt;br /&gt;naughty things such as folding papers&lt;br /&gt;so small to make 'lastik' amd shoot&lt;br /&gt;each other... how about throwing&lt;br /&gt;chalks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back then, micheal jackson was just&lt;br /&gt;turning white.. and still had albums&lt;br /&gt;coming out.. compared to CD's, we were&lt;br /&gt;listening to tapes that sold for&lt;br /&gt;RM9.90...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in computer class, we were still using&lt;br /&gt;black and white computer moniters..&lt;br /&gt;played 'Atari'... maybe SEGA or&lt;br /&gt;NINTENDO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, are we all getting older or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) if you understand what you have read&lt;br /&gt;and you are smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) we have friends from school that are&lt;br /&gt;already married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) we shake our heads everytime we&lt;br /&gt;see high school students fussing about&lt;br /&gt;their handphones in school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) we don't hang on phone with our&lt;br /&gt;friends for hours a day talking about&lt;br /&gt;nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) when we meet back with our friends&lt;br /&gt;from time to time, we feel excited and&lt;br /&gt;happy talking about old times, the&lt;br /&gt;funny 'adventures' or stories that we&lt;br /&gt;experienced as a kid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) last but not least, that when you&lt;br /&gt;read&lt;br /&gt;this, you would think of all the happy&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;sad memories that you have&lt;br /&gt;experienced when you were still a kid&lt;br /&gt;and would think of forwarding this to&lt;br /&gt;your old friends that you have known&lt;br /&gt;since forever... i'm sure they would&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;a huge smile on their face after&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;this......&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure nostalgic for some oldies and those who gone through that particular era.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-5769639566259070414?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/5769639566259070414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=5769639566259070414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5769639566259070414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5769639566259070414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/interesting-article-1.html' title='Interesting article #1'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-3218472542396544302</id><published>2007-07-22T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:16:47.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USA or Malaysia?</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday and it's 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching at the "Wildan Restoran" by a group of malays, we (my friend and I) sat at one corner of the stall with the cloud looking gloomy and cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restless waiter came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Minum?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Limau ais.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Milo panas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Makan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nasi goreng U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;Waiter nodded.&lt;br /&gt;Me again: U.S.A ok?&lt;br /&gt;He nodded again.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Cendawan goreng dan nasi putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 minutes,&lt;br /&gt;Waiter brought the food and he lay the dishes in front of us. I was amazed at my nasi goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me looked at my nasi goreng U.S.A... It was actually nasi goreng "biasa"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bang, ini betul nasi goreng U.S.A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter stared at me... Checked the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Nasi goreng biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, U.S.A had became biasa... U.S.A now became Malaysia.. Next time, you order nasi goreng Malaysia, or Philippine, or Thailand or Singapore, all the same, you come out with nasi goreng biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Cos, USA jugak orang biasa mah.. Semua orang pun biasa mah, apasal mau makan USA punya? makanlah nasi goreng Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is at the menu you can see many types of fried rice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Nasi goreng biasa&lt;br /&gt;2)  Nasi goreng cina&lt;br /&gt;3)  Nasi goreng cendawan&lt;br /&gt;4)  Nasi goreng USA&lt;br /&gt;5)  Nasi goreng melayu&lt;br /&gt;6)  Nasi goreng india&lt;br /&gt;7)  Nasi goreng paprik&lt;br /&gt;8)  Nasi goreng papaya&lt;br /&gt;9)  Nasi goreng kampung&lt;br /&gt;10) Nasi goreng bandar&lt;br /&gt;11) Nasi goreng miskin&lt;br /&gt;12) Nasi goreng kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I exaggerated in the menu, some I added myself or maybe I had left some too. The question arise, how do you differentiate all this from an ordinary fried rice? Okay,  actually there are different ingredients for each menu and let me have the honour to explain it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nasi goreng biasa, you get rice, mixed vegetables (corns, carrot and so on), and chilli or chilli padi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nasi goreng cina, you get ikan billis in addition to the goreng biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For cendawan, you get cendawan instead of ikan billis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nasi goreng USA, ah, this is the special one, you get chicken chop in your fried rice. Just kidding, you get fried sliced chicken with sauce on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nasi goreng melayu, sorry, I added this in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nasi goreng india, you can't get this too, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For paprik, you get chicken with sauce too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For papaya, you get papaya with fried rice. Just kidding, I think you can't get this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nasi goreng kampung, you get chilli padi and chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For bandar, you get abalone and sushi inside. Just kidding too, no, you can't have the abalone and sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For miskin and kaya, I believed you can't get this recipe anywhere too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are you waiting? Go try nasi goreng Malaysia and enjoy your food...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-3218472542396544302?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/3218472542396544302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=3218472542396544302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3218472542396544302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3218472542396544302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/usa-or-malaysia.html' title='USA or Malaysia?'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-4865756120531643483</id><published>2007-07-19T08:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T14:04:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want to become when you grow old?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you still remember&lt;/strong&gt; when you were in primary your teacher asked you to list out 3 types of what-you-want-to-be work when you grow up? I bet everyone chose some of the following (and it’s very common too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Policeman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;3. Engineer&lt;br /&gt;4. Teacher&lt;br /&gt;5. Doctor&lt;br /&gt;6. Fire Brigade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did we realize that we had to undergo such a painless ass of 5 years of secondary, another 3 years of university course and then another 3 months of unemployment. That also depends on what degree you had chosen to do. Have you ever think of this while you are still at primary filling out those choices? I still remembered I put policeman, engineer and teacher but hell! Now I am a programmer. If I knew that I would become one bloody programmer I would have put it at the first in the list and scrapped the last two. If my teacher asked me to fill out that choice again, I will do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a pimp mobile and start pimping.&lt;br /&gt;2. Marry a rich wife, retired and play golf.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a rich man’s son. This list is wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is sky the limit…&lt;/strong&gt; I want to be a char kuey teow hawker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-4865756120531643483?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/4865756120531643483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=4865756120531643483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4865756120531643483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4865756120531643483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-do-you-want-to-become-when-you.html' title='What do you want to become when you grow old?'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-3289071195996817911</id><published>2007-07-19T08:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:48:33.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet and Creamy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my love, you are so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;You are so creamy and so smelly,&lt;br /&gt;Every season I waited for the seller,&lt;br /&gt;He sells you cheaply but I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my durian, though you are thorny,&lt;br /&gt;But you are a temptation except a bit horny,&lt;br /&gt;The stickiness of your flesh makes me squirmy,&lt;br /&gt;To eat you is to feel you like honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love, you are a craving,&lt;br /&gt;Eat so much I get sore throat,&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok that I drink some herbal tea,&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise it’s MC from doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh durian… why you are a craving…?&lt;br /&gt;Oh durian… why you are my number one…?&lt;br /&gt;Oh durian… why not queen but king of fruits…?&lt;br /&gt;Oh durian… why I love you… very much…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is sky the limit…&lt;/strong&gt; durian… mari… mari… RM10 tiga biji!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-3289071195996817911?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/3289071195996817911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=3289071195996817911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3289071195996817911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3289071195996817911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweet-and-creamy.html' title='Sweet and Creamy'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-3146301069961860655</id><published>2007-07-19T08:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:44:31.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted thoughts: Handsome man no girls could resist…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time&lt;/strong&gt; there is this very handsome man who lives near the beach. He led a relaxing and carefree life. Everyone knows him and he was no stranger to the town’s people. Every one talks of him and every girl admired him. He never had a beautiful girl not saying no to him and he always had his way with all girls he met. He was so handsome that nobody dares to admit they were equal to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, he would shave his face; he would moisturize his face; he would exfoliate his face; he would trim his eye brow; he would trim his nose hair; he would trim his hair so it is constantly in a nice shape; he would exercise his face; he would also tanned his face a bit; and he would do body shaping. All of this was done before he steps out of the house. However, these routines are repeated after he had returned home and before sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, his exfoliate cream, moisturizer, facial foam, and toner had gone expired; scissors and shaver had became blunt; and the body shaping cream no longer worked. He was desperately hopelessly helpless. He began to panic and afraid of going out. He closed all the windows and locked all doors. Soon the whole town noticed that the handsome man had locked himself up in his own house and not coming out at all; not even for groceries. People began to go to his house and called him if he was fine. He would ask them to leave and not to disturbed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I must go out to buy all these things!’ he looked at the mirror and touching his own reflection. ‘Its no use staying in the house while those things can be bought from the pharmacy!’ he stared hard into the mirror. ‘Yes, I need new moisturizers, new shavers, new exfoliating cream, new scissors!’ he would talked to himself the whole day but not putting one foot out of the house. ‘How?’ he would mutter again and again into the night. Without those accessories, his unwillingness to walk out before all those facial rituals had really taken a toll on the handsome man. So he decided one day, very strongly against his own wishes, he step out of his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody yelled hooray at the handsome man. He could not believe his eyes that everyone was out there waiting for him to come out. He fainted at his foot steps. Everybody rushed him to the hospital. The doctors diagnosed him as malnourished and dehydrated and weak from not doing any exercise as result keeping himself too long in his own house. When the handsome man woke up he looked to the nurse, ‘Oh my god! How is my face, nurse!?’ That was the question he asked her. Immediately he grabbed the mirror on the table and started looking at himself. He would pull his face and pinched his nose to check every part of his face. ‘Doctor, I think the patient is ready to go home’ explained the nurse to the doctor over the phone while the handsome man continued to look at himself with the mirror. ‘Yes, he is and we had enough of him screaming whole night for his facial products!’ exclaimed the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is sky the limit…&lt;/strong&gt; handsome man… see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-3146301069961860655?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/3146301069961860655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=3146301069961860655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3146301069961860655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3146301069961860655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/twisted-thoughts-handsome-man-no-girls.html' title='Twisted thoughts: Handsome man no girls could resist…'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-187284655775022706</id><published>2007-07-19T08:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:39:55.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted thoughts: A beautiful girl nobody knows…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/strong&gt;there is a little beautiful girl living in the modern city and nobody knows her. She was adored by her parents but nobody knows her. She was highly educated and nobody knows her. It was a big city bustling with millions of people thus nobody knows her. She was just nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a quirky nerdy photographer was taking photographs around the bustling city. He could not find anything that is beautiful. He had walked around the city for almost two hours and there was nothing beautiful. Finally, he saw the girl that nobody knows sat by a porch eating ice cream. So he began taking photograph of the girl that nobody knows eating ice cream. After sometime and he felt satisfied by the photographs he had taken, he walked over to the girl nobody knows and spoke to her. ‘What is your name, little girl?’ he asked. ‘My name is Andre’ replied the little girl. ‘You are a beautiful girl, Andre’, the photographer told her. Andre smiled at him. ‘Do you want people to know you, Andre?’ the photographer asked her again. ‘Why?’ she looked at him. ‘You are beautiful!’ the photographer exclaimed. So Andre said yes and photographer said further, ‘You will be recognized by the world, Andre’ and that he gave her his business card and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day many fashion designers and model agencies came to look for Andre. Over night she had become a model and everyone now looked for her. Andre started to appear in fashion magazines, catwalks, charities, and other celebrity events. Now Andre is no longer a stranger but a well known model in the city and then the world. Everywhere she goes people will either nod at her or smile to her. Some more daring would go up to give her a peck. Andre has become somebody from nobody in modern city. She was a star and recognized by people of all walks of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the photographer who took Andre’s picture came to visit her. He was happy to see how far she had become. Both of them hugged each other. ‘Now you are somebody, Andre’, he gasped. ‘All thanks to you!’ as Andre held his hand on her lap. Both of them talked late into the night. ‘There is news I must tell you, Andre’ the photographer looked into her eyes. ‘Your stardom will fade away one day and you must not be sad!’ said the photographer. Andre was a bit shaken by those words. ‘Why?’ she was near tears when she looked at the photographer. ‘There is another girl in another city’ the photographer told her. ‘Please don’t take it away from me! I don’t want to be nobody’ cried Andre. The photographer apologized and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Andre’s life became a disaster. All fashion magazine and model agency had turned their attention to the new girl of somebody. Andre had become so depress that she turned to drugs and lived dangerously. She ate carelessly and her weight ballooned uncontrollably. Nobody knows her anymore. Late one night, she had overdone with her drugs and passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many months later, the girl who became somebody after Andre met with the photographer again. They talked until late night and she was also told the same thing. ‘There is another girl in another city’ said the photographer. Only this time, the photographer with a smile and he twinkled at the poor girl. ‘I am sorry’, he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is sky the limit…&lt;/strong&gt; a girl nobody knows…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-187284655775022706?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/187284655775022706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=187284655775022706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/187284655775022706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/187284655775022706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/twisted-thoughts-beautiful-girl-nobody.html' title='Twisted thoughts: A beautiful girl nobody knows…'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-3318250243403551718</id><published>2007-07-19T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:38:45.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad People are here... !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this world&lt;/strong&gt; there are many mad people and one might be already sitting next to you. I am not saying madcap that make you laugh and feel happy but those who love seeing other people being tortured until their life is upside down. You will hate them for their mouth and despise for their attitude. Sometimes, you will pull your hair because you do not know whether to cry or to yell at them. So you rather sneered at them every time they passed by you; you rather avoid the same place if they around; and you rather avoid talking to them because you find it pointless. No matter you hate it or like it, there will be mad people everywhere and every corner and all over the earth. Earth is a small place and you will occasionally feel why you must endure mad people’s attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all your life will be dreadfully bored to death if there are no mad people that will make you utilize and practice your temper. Mad people love to torture and verbally abuse their victims anytime and anywhere within their reach or to achieve their objective. They will be much happier to see their victims fallen and crying incessantly begging to be rescued from the wraith incurred upon them. Mad people do this for fun and some mad people do it because they feel it as their duty to do so. Nevertheless, mad people do things that cannot be explained by normal people. Mad is a disease and there is no cure. The only cure for mad people is to better climb up the highest building and jump off it. Before that, a hole dug prior to jumping also ease a lot of normal people’s effort from burying the corpse later time. Other than jumping off a building, committing suicide by drinking paraquat, a poisonous chemical liquid substance to kill off weed, and then also fell into a readily dug grave can also relieve many innocent people’s time to bury the ingested poison corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad people are everywhere and there are millions of them. You just never know what to do without them. The only medical proven advice to help you reduce your blood pressure when you are confronted by a mad person is to stay calm and just nod your head to show that you understand well of any intentions or objectives. Apart from that, you can momentary stall and reduce the period of being harangued by the mad attacker Meanwhile still listening to the mad person and not wasting any of your precious time, you can start to wonder off or day dream about your next holiday trip and never mind if you cannot remember what was elaborately spoken by the perpetrator. Although you may sound a bit frustrated initially but as time flies by you will notice that you have master the skill of hearing and discarding rubbish without the need to remind yourself every night to purge it out from your mind plus better holiday plan. Moreover, it will also reduce your dependency on alcoholic beverages to eliminate those disease voices that was spread to you by a mad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is sky the limit&lt;/strong&gt;… mad people… speak no evil, hear no evil, see no evil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-3318250243403551718?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/3318250243403551718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=3318250243403551718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3318250243403551718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3318250243403551718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/mad-people-are-here.html' title='Mad People are here... !'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-396478578838699141</id><published>2007-07-18T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:01:13.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian... Durian... Durian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh its the season again!&lt;/strong&gt; I just could not resist the temptation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Oh... you are juicy and delicious. From the look, i have fallen in love with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : You are so sweet and so rich! Its an eye of the tongue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Ooi! Shuddaappp! Eat your durian quietly... tak boleh tahan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : ok ok... * hehehehehe *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : *_*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; durian season!&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/37985553-396478578838699141?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/396478578838699141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=396478578838699141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/396478578838699141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/396478578838699141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/durian-durian-durian.html' title='Durian... Durian... Durian...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-4272629352319502904</id><published>2007-07-15T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T13:24:02.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The training</title><content type='html'>All in all, one word, the long absence of the co - author was he went to training and here the picture he would like to share with all of you. These guys and gals are all the think tankers in the my training industry. Some of them would be brainstorming one problem and the other would be with another problem. There's actually a Mohinder Suresh look alike in my department but he was not around. Too bad I can't show him here. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RpmtKeSgQrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JgldWxpq0cU/s1600-h/OYL+training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RpmtKeSgQrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JgldWxpq0cU/s320/OYL+training.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087287649532658354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-4272629352319502904?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/4272629352319502904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=4272629352319502904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4272629352319502904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4272629352319502904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/07/training.html' title='The training'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/RpmtKeSgQrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/JgldWxpq0cU/s72-c/OYL+training.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1045491204197083652</id><published>2007-06-28T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:10:01.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb ass waiter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;At one restauran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; which i used to like... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr William : I want one nasi goreng pineapple, one nasi paprik, one orange juice, one apple juice and one small plate of ladies finger stir fried with sambal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Captain : Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Waiter A : You order this... nasi lemak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr William : no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After several minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Waiter A : * holding Fish and Chip *... looking at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr William : no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Waiter A : * holding one char kuey tiow * ... ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr William : * Feel like telling him off to read my order again * ... No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Waiter B : * holding one of my order * ... a small plate of ladies finger stir fried with sambal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr William : Yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Waiter A : * walks over and looked at me rudely * Is that your order?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr William : You mother fucker! Why don't you read your order properly? What the fuck is wrong with you!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, that was what i intended to do. But i tried to keep my emotions checked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr William : Ignore him and slamp my receipt on the table for him to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Waiter A : * he saw it and back off *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mrs William : eh cool down lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr William : I wonder why people so stupid and don't read customer orders... always come with the wrong dish and when the other waiter comes with the right one... he still have to ask customer if its correct... that is very dumb... DUMB... * i specifically stressed last sentence loudly *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are in the customer service oriented industry, please check your customer order before you present your product. Would you want a vendor that serves you the wrong service all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is sky the limit... &lt;/span&gt;dumb... dumb... dumb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-1045491204197083652?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1045491204197083652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1045491204197083652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1045491204197083652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1045491204197083652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/06/dumb-ass-waiter.html' title='Dumb ass waiter...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-2505560457810234789</id><published>2007-06-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T23:56:18.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I said NO... can you let your hands off my cart?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes its always a grudging &lt;/span&gt;moment for me with credit card salesperson. Sometimes they are quite a nuisance and irritating too. Please, I am not an anti-credit card salesperson who will use a saw and hack them off. No, i am not that kind of person. I have a few friends working in that line too. Unfortunately, some are desperately in need to earn their quota for that month had let themselves emotionally strayed away from proper working ethics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CC Sales promoter : Sir, credit card... free for live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * smile at her * No, thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CC Sales promoter : Sir, its free for live wor... you got credit card or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The very first thing in my mind is to cut down my credit card expenses and so far it is healthy. Even if its free i do not want anymore credit card. For one, i would be more happier if those tele-marketers won't call me at all. Just leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CC Sales promoter : Come lar sir... Its free... i can help you reduce and transfer your credit to our bank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * less smiling * No, thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This time she got more emotionally agitated and grabbed hold of my shopping cart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CC Sales promoter : Come on lar sir... its free... why you dun wan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * I got mad and very pissed off * ... * steam coming out * ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was swearing and cursing in my heart about how many times must i say "No, Thank You" to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CC Sales promoter : * Still holding my cart *... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Hey, you deaf? How many times must i said No Thank You... and hands off my shopping cart now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CC Sales promoter : ... quietly went away ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Sucks... people say no... NO lar... * said loud a bit so she can hear it *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Yeah lar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Not professional at all ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't mind people working hard their ass off to earn money but not to the extent of losing your emotion while working. Very unprofessional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After walking a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : eh, you still angry ar? cool down lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : yeah mar... where got people work until like begging?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : think of it... kesian her also lar... maybe tried to fulfill this month's quota leh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : sigh... then, she is in the wrong line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : forget it... let's go home... you do the cooking... i want my favourite crab sauce omellete... can ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : hehehehehehe... anything for you... kiss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is sky the limit... &lt;/span&gt;don't show all your emotion while working... its bad! Be cool and steady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-2505560457810234789?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/2505560457810234789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=2505560457810234789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/2505560457810234789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/2505560457810234789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-said-no-can-you-let-your-hands-off-my.html' title='I said NO... can you let your hands off my cart?!'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-9031208644353560375</id><published>2007-06-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:11:19.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Village Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once upon a time &lt;/span&gt;there was a girl called Ah Lian who lived by the river with her old mother. She was the most beautiful girl in the village. Anywhere she goes, young men and old men would turn their heads to look at her. Although Ah Lian was beautiful but she had not shown any interest to any men that had approach her. She will gently turn down their offers. She was gentle, kind and caring. Old men liked her and treated her like their own daughter. Of course, there are old men who wanted to marry her too. She turned them away most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So as time goes by, she matured into a very beautiful young lady. One day, her mom approached her and asked her if she had anyone in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ah Lian, you are now old enough', said the old lady softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The daughter kept quiet and continued with her daily chores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Your old mom is not young like she used to be", she looked at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh ah ma, stop fussing me to get married", she said to her as her delicate fingers rolled up popiah nicely for tonight's stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"You see, " she nodded out of their house, "Ah Beng is also a nice guy". Ah Lian just nodded but made no gesture or so whatever that she is interested in Ah Beng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ah Seng is even better. Highly educated and his father is a business man", she smiled approvingly at her. Hoping she would praise the young man, at least at Ah Seng achievement, but Ah Lian still make no action to show any interest on him at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ah ma, Ah Lian is a big big girl now. She will decide later", replied her to the old lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The old lady just shook her head in disbelief. She kept on wondering if the young men in the village is not good enough for her precious daughter. The old men had died young otherwise he would have know what to do about her predicament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The truth was unknown to the village. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every night, after the old lady had fell asleep Ah Lian would sneaked off into the woods. She would hide herself behind a big tree and changed into a long pants and t-shirt. Her hair would tied to the back. Then she would walk ten steps from the tree and whistle three times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ah Lian, I am here", a voice came over behind a big rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh i miss you so much", the voice continued on and under the moon's bright light Ah Lian walked towards the big rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Oh yes you do", replied Ah Lian and she smiled when she saw the figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was Ah May. She was also another beautiful lady from the next village. Both of them fell into each other's arm. They started to kiss each other passionately. Ah May's head was resting on Ah Lian's bossom. It was a long week that Ah May had not smelled Ah Lian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I love you, Ah Lian", she confessed to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We shall run away tonight", said Ah Lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I love you too, Ah May", continued Ah Lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/span&gt; Gotcha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-9031208644353560375?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/9031208644353560375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=9031208644353560375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/9031208644353560375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/9031208644353560375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/06/village-beauty.html' title='Village Beauty'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-7975396357008328135</id><published>2007-06-26T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T14:26:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After getting 75 Kg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the&lt;/strong&gt; economy rice stall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr William : ... rice half... half... * hand showing the vendor to cut half *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Vendor : ok ok... enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr William : ... more... more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Vendor : ok ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;At restaurant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr William : regular... but portion cut half...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Waiter : ok ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;At office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr William : kak... gula kurang... milo kurang... air banyak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Kak Air : *_*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;At home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr William : * busy exercising *...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mrs William : When will you stop exercising... and come to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr William : Wait till I am 65 kg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mrs William : *_*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; kurang... kurang... semua mau kurang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-7975396357008328135?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/7975396357008328135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=7975396357008328135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7975396357008328135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7975396357008328135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/06/after-getting-75-kg.html' title='After getting 75 Kg!'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-3637082924311369451</id><published>2007-06-26T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T14:25:21.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I reach 75 Kg...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: arial, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't like eating? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr William : ... eat ... eat ... eat ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mrs William : ... dear you are eating too much ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr William : ... nevermind ... eat ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mrs William :  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; nevermind.. eat... eat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-3637082924311369451?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/3637082924311369451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=3637082924311369451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3637082924311369451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3637082924311369451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-i-reach-75-kg.html' title='Before I reach 75 Kg...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-7970489883467298500</id><published>2007-06-19T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T14:05:38.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know why I marry you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a relaxing night after two sessions of movies. Rain hard too and cold. Plus the fact, i was going to sleep and that question popped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Dear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Yes... what is it, honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : You know... sometimes you are very stupid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : huh? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : hehehehehe... stupid lar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : huh? something wrong ar? I forgot to do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Do you know why i marry you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : * Gulp * No.... * Gulp * I don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Because you are stupid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : *_*""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs William : Now, go back to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mr William : Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; I know you are stupid last summer...&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/37985553-7970489883467298500?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/7970489883467298500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=7970489883467298500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7970489883467298500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7970489883467298500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-know-why-i-marry-you.html' title='Do you know why I marry you?'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-8054420177559556967</id><published>2007-05-30T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:38:36.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation... Vacation... Vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coming next week its the holiday that is what i am looking forward to after two months away grinding my brain cells on lines of coding. Proud to say, I've completed my assignment and happy to say too, I am going away for my one week vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Muthu : Eh, ah neh... you long time didn't blog... what happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Liam : ayo... ayo... working lar... no time... what to do?... but i got update my technical blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Muthu : Pigi lar... technical blog... sape mau baca... lu itu SAP... sini SAP... sana SAP... what is SAP lar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Liam : what you know lar... you go make one roti canai, dhal kasi banyak sikit... teh tarik... tarik panjang sikit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Muthu : ok ok boss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is sky the limit... SAP... my roti canai...&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/37985553-8054420177559556967?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/8054420177559556967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=8054420177559556967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8054420177559556967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8054420177559556967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/05/vacation-vacation-vacation.html' title='Vacation... Vacation... Vacation...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-1847221113343733519</id><published>2007-03-19T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T18:21:22.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a charger bugger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here i am back&lt;/strong&gt; at work after a long two days break, weekend, yet I still don't get enough of sleep. Despite the fact i woke up quite late, did jogging, slept in the evening and gone to bed earlier but I still feel it is not enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me : * walks in * Morning Therry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Therry : yeah... morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me : * taking out my notebook and the usual stuffs *... Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Therry : what happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me : I forgot to bring my charger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Therry : Wow... you left it at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me : Yeah... shit this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Therry : From here (Mines) to your home... Damansara... is a long shot man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me : Damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is sky the limit... i hate Mondays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-1847221113343733519?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/1847221113343733519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=1847221113343733519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1847221113343733519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/1847221113343733519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-charger-bugger.html' title='For a charger bugger...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-7721984829301579538</id><published>2007-03-08T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:18:08.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>William &amp; Florence Wedding Registration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the recent "big" event that happening in one place, several people were busy working round the clocks to make the event the most beautiful ever, passer-by were looking at it with questions mark? What will be happening soon? There were feast and free drinks to all passer by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the guy went to tallest building he could find and put up the loudest microphone and speaker he could find. This time was different as this is his brother "big" event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and gentleman, please hear me up, I got a happy and merry news to be heard by the people and folk from around the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;This time everyone paid attention.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On this coming lovely Saturday which is on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10/3/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, there will be a lovely dovey couple getting engagement!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please let us cheer for my elder brother and my soon to be sister-in-law..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Everyone toast for them.. and applauses..]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Engagement event between:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;William and Florence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I hope the blog I written here is grant and merry to the audience, this is the best that I could think of at the moment. Some parts, I exaggerated.. Hehe i.e there ain't no free drinks for everyone.. hahaha It's a happy event anyway.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us toast again, for the coming marriage registration event for this lovey dovey couple!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toast to&lt;/span&gt;: William and Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and be merry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[Edited by William Wilstroth - 19/03/2007]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; its not engagement... I have already signed the paper!&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/37985553-7721984829301579538?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/7721984829301579538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=7721984829301579538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7721984829301579538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/7721984829301579538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/03/engagement-bell.html' title='William &amp; Florence Wedding Registration...'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6065525804912196306</id><published>2007-02-23T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:16:26.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Happy Chinese New Year ~</title><content type='html'>With the absence of the main author, the co-author decided to spend a few "miserable" minutes to log in and wish everyone and whoever believe in chinese new year a very "HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He again, went to the top of the world and took out a loud speaker and said it out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hear me everyone on the Earth, I would like to wish everyone a prosperous and fillfullness of golden HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR and a great wealth and health of 2007!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Applauses from the audience far below and soon they walked away shopping, talking to family members and loved ones.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at his loud speaker and looked at the surrounding areas. Well, people are always selfish, they want fame, wealth and happiness all to themselves. This is undeniable even to the wisest people on Earth. No offense but try look at the world today. :-) Though of the week... He climbed down and went to his chinese new year dinner. Shark fins and abalone dishes. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-6065525804912196306?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6065525804912196306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6065525804912196306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6065525804912196306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6065525804912196306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='~ Happy Chinese New Year ~'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-3611579662046659944</id><published>2007-02-09T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T20:52:58.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijack Queen says, "The plus point of getting married is 'LICENSE TO SCREW'"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;License to screw.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah i definitely agree with what she says. After all, if marriage does not involve the horizontal refreshment or sex it doesn't make any sense out of it. However, here comes the best part after you (the men) obtain that license to screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;01. You are bound by terms and agreement to provide household income to the said party, your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;02. You are to listen, not hearing, to your wife to whatever she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;03. You are to bring her for a holiday at least once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;04. You are to provide pocket money to your kids i.e. if you are ready to manufacture one but it comes with the license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;05. You are to keep quiet for whatever and however your wife prepare the food otherwise it is eating outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;06. You are to remember her birthday every year and to provide gifts of certain amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;07. You are to remember the license date of issuance (anniversary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;08. You are to obey her commands be it tough, sticky or painful. She knows what is best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;09. You are to come home early or no later than 12:00 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. You can visit your parents but you are not subjected to bring her along if she is busy or don't want to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. This last line can be updated by your spouse at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Failing to comply the above risks revoking your license to screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the women:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;01. You have every right to amend the men's term and condition above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; license to screw... &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/37985553-3611579662046659944?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/3611579662046659944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=3611579662046659944&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3611579662046659944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3611579662046659944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/02/hijack-queen-says-plus-point-of-getting.html' title='Hijack Queen says, &quot;The plus point of getting married is &apos;LICENSE TO SCREW&apos;&quot;...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-3057775073125849383</id><published>2007-02-09T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T16:52:57.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8:14pm, hungry, working, skiing, big lake, resort...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been two months&lt;/strong&gt; after this blog had proceed with its last episode but i am still fully logged with my current project. Yet, today my project is about to finish and only find time to do blogging. Now i am blogging but i am still at the project site. Its 8:14pm and can anyone, please anyone out there, go buy something for me to eat? I am so hungry and tired. Yet, I still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Working environment here is good. My room is overlooking a big lake and there is a resort with boats and people skiing and performing stunts. Lunch time, its like going to a mall's food court and the lobby is almost similar to a hotel despite its not 5 star rating but its also one of the big building beside the highway, BESRAYA from Sungai Besi. Apart from that, employees can take a barge to the resort's mall for shopping. Perhaps after a movie then only back to office and continue slogging over the notebook, desktop, tablet or whatever they prefer to do their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think my blog will take more than one year to finish this last episode. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, whatever it is, my office room is overlooking a big lake, there is a barge that takes employee from this company to the resort's shopping mall, company's canteen similar to a mall's food court, people skiing, beautiful office ladies, and one guy call Therry to make my life happy and crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; work, hungry, mall, skiing, 8:14pm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/37985553-3057775073125849383?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/3057775073125849383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=3057775073125849383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3057775073125849383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/3057775073125849383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/02/814pm-hungry-working-skiing-big-lake.html' title='8:14pm, hungry, working, skiing, big lake, resort...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-6384945323239102706</id><published>2007-02-09T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T16:39:49.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever you tell someone... make sure he listens... not just hearing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The difference between hearing and listening is the latter one being hearing and understanding what is being said by other party. Listening is important not only in working but also in our social life especially when you are listening to your wife or girlfriend talking about their daily activities. However, recently i had a friend who keep on saying 'I just don't know' even though the whole group of us told him the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Chong : I just don't know why this won't work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Lee : Its because the ... (something ... something ...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Chong : I just don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Mad : Aiya... its because the... (something... something... ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Chong : I still just don't understand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Chai : Ayo... its the....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Chong : I still can't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me : OOI! people tell you many times the same answer you still don't undestand... you listening to people or not?!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah Lee, Ah Chai and Ah Mad : &lt;em&gt;Yeah Lar!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; are you really listening?&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/37985553-6384945323239102706?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/6384945323239102706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=6384945323239102706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6384945323239102706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/6384945323239102706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/02/whenever-you-tell-someone-make-sure-he.html' title='Whenever you tell someone... make sure he listens... not just hearing....'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-9003328823842891540</id><published>2007-01-27T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:49:38.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog at sea</title><content type='html'>I recently uploaded a new blog admist the raining season fell upon Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those interested please goto: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;curseofblackmoon.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog consist of multiple authors known as the crew. Please feel free to entertain yourself. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-9003328823842891540?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/9003328823842891540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=9003328823842891540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/9003328823842891540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/9003328823842891540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-blog-at-sea.html' title='New blog at sea'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-2890174670976671491</id><published>2007-01-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:44:38.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Anomality</title><content type='html'>Also known as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leukemia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Leukaemia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, is a cancer of the blood or bone marrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt and more information from : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wikipedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's indeed a sad story and news to be heard from a close friend of mine that her auntie has confirmed to obtain this disease called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Acute Leukemia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all pray with strength and might that her auntie will be able to combat this dillemma. It's a sad 2007 to her it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life is fragile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-2890174670976671491?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/2890174670976671491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=2890174670976671491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/2890174670976671491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/2890174670976671491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/01/blood-anomality.html' title='Blood Anomality'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-8715757898688088437</id><published>2007-01-12T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:09:51.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi... Bugger! Where are you?</title><content type='html'>It has been a while i last talk to friends since my move to Phileo Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 1 : Hey, long time no see... how are you? Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Like that lar... fine and as usual lar... Phileo D'sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 2 : Oi, bugger... where the hell are you? You sill owe me a cup of teh tarik? Bila mau belanja? Dah pergi sana pun tak bagi tau...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Dun worry lar... you come visit me... i sure buy you minum wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 3 : Eh... X went to Singapore liao... where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I just migrated from Amcorp Tower to Phileo D'sara... the migration was smooth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend 4 : Oh.. skrang dah kaya lar... dah tukar kerja pun tak bagitau? Salary ok ar?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Boleh tahan lar... boleh bayar bini and hutang ah long PTPTN dah cukup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother : Ah Kor... i got straight As for PMR... since your pay is higher now... i can get reward right? kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;Me : ok, how much you want? *_*""" (&lt;em&gt;Being the eldest is the hardest&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is sky the limit... yes, i migrated, moved, went, gone... to Phileo D'sara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-8715757898688088437?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/8715757898688088437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=8715757898688088437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8715757898688088437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/8715757898688088437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/01/oi-bugger-where-are-you.html' title='Oi... Bugger! Where are you?'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-4592191021459002706</id><published>2007-01-12T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:01:52.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The curiousity from co-author.</title><content type='html'>[With loud speaker and microphone, I stood high and in the sky talking to the citizen of the Earth.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, a very good year for everyone, and thanks again for the original author to invite me into this project. Well, I hope to put more interesting stories and facts to this blog, nevertheless making my posts as simpler as possible not to confuse the readers or passer-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone knowledge, my new semester or new year have started anew and afresh with new lecturers for my subjects and new perspective towards life, friends, works and girlfriend. Ho! Ho! And my girlfriend (who knows I'm lying anyway) has started talking about this.. ... .. and that... ... ... Not long ago, this cat who knew how to fly.. .. .. and then this man called smallville, he couldn't get a girlfriend due to... .. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[People starting to look weird.] "Well, wat the h--- you mumbling and talking about?", some whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[People started talking to each other.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I started to sound uneasy with my microphone.] Eh, in anyway, people, hope you all have a good year in 2007! and let the guy named prosperity with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[People already ignoring him and talking to each other while some left the scene and moved on with their life.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I stepped down from the sky and looked up. Well, everyone have a 15 minutes of fame anyway!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away, kicking a small stone on pavement and glanced around the neighbourhood. A cyclist passed by, a kid clinging on to his mum and a couple screening through the video shop. Well, life as usual for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Enjoy your life! Happy 2007!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37985553-4592191021459002706?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/4592191021459002706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=4592191021459002706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4592191021459002706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/4592191021459002706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/01/curiousity-from-co-author.html' title='The curiousity from co-author.'/><author><name>Crude_Hasting@Jack_Spotting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12460000139577181678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2P2I8Fj9fvo/SJ8CnHpWC_I/AAAAAAAAADw/sA_oILf1Vjc/s1600-R/23_Small%2BLove%2BSong.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37985553.post-5281749587720360668</id><published>2007-01-12T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:59:46.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 and a late upgrade as i originally intended...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear all ISTL readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been 12 days&lt;/strong&gt; since the new year walked in and two major events had happened, a major cable damage due to earthquake and the on-going flood down south of Malaysia. Is Sky The Limit : Episode 3 was due start on the first of January 2007 but a few things got it on hold. The major breakdown and also partly my busy schedule of working in projects. I am now based in Phileo Damansara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here you are the latest episode of Is Sky The Limit : Episode 3. As usual you will have Crude Hasting to accompany while i am away working with my projects. Hope you all readers out there will continue to support this final episode of Is Sky The Limit until its end stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;William Wilstroth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is Sky The Limit : Episode 3 (Final)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is sky the limit...&lt;/strong&gt; 2007 Cowabunga!&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/37985553-5281749587720360668?l=isskythelimit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/feeds/5281749587720360668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37985553&amp;postID=5281749587720360668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5281749587720360668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37985553/posts/default/5281749587720360668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isskythelimit.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-and-late-upgrade-as-i-originally.html' title='2007 and a late upgrade as i originally intended...'/><author><name>william wilstroth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13231002078454165216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QmHghJr_hU0/StAaQviADhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/oBjvKU_oWJw/S220/William.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
