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She is at home, safe & sound.

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Besides, it appears that the police discouraged us from posting her details online…

I was doing my daily short reading over lunch hour from the site i visit almost everyday, www.thestar.com.my just to keep myself updated and definitely not to get stuck in any traffic caused by some gatherings or whatever.

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ANYWAY, i came across the below article… 

Look at the sponsors from the bottom right Sponsored Links that i have boxed in RED. Bonemywife.com?! Black Hot Pregnant Wife?! Gang Bang story?! Pictures of some girl next door?!

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Give me a break…..

It ends here. I’m going to change. Whether you can accomodate or not, i don’t really care.

Man…..

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Almost every night, before i sleep, i think about my life in high school. Its not exactly a dream though, but i need to understand why i keep on thinking about high school days before i sleep.

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I think about life as a prefect, about the RM 1.30 orange bowl noodle soup and etc.

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Does this actually means that i’m not being progressive in my life? That i want to live the high school life once again as i’m not currently happy with the one i have by age 24?

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Sometimes i spend hours thinking about those days while lying on my bed. BUT, having said the above, i recall that sometimes, i dream about work.

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Automated thoughts of life during high school, followed by dreams about my career. This is suckingly confusing man…

Title sounds familiar?

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Yeah, you hear that a few times in the movie Forrest Gump. Recently, i just felt so Forrest I decided to watch it again. Just a re-cap, the movie made its premier in the year of 1994 - thats more than a decade from today (2007).

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Man… it is still a beautiful movie regardless of countless times i’ve watched it.

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When i first watched it, back in 1994, I was just….. 11 years old, it was already beautiful. So beautiful it made an 11 year old cries.

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Now that i’m 24, the viewing experience of this legendary classic is different. I listen carefully to what Gump says, watched closely how Hanks acted and really understood why is it an award winner.

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Almost every line got me into thinking. I end this blog with a question you would tend to hear it repetitively from the movie (besides "My mama alwiz says, life is like a box of chocolate, ya’ll never know whatcha gonna get.")

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Tell me something young man, are you stupid or something?

Forrest: My mama always say, stupid is as stupid does…

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"Stupid is as stupid does…"

Meaning… an intelligent person that does stupid things is still stupid. You are what you do, likewise, beauty is as beauty does…

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This entry ends with the Forrest Gump original music score, go imagine the tunes in your head with the floating feather =P

I realized that recently, my entries were made up of more pictures than words.

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My only explanation is, i’m too lazy to blog but i just wanna update my page.

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But having said that, i guess i turned lazy because i’m having an assumption that people no longer accesses KT’s blog page. The comments had been stagnant for….. MONTHS!

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Well, its probably chicken & egg. Write something interesting, people comes in, read it, enjoys it, and comments it.

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Stop blogging, or just updating with pictures, it turns people off…

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But still, who out there still checks out on KT’s blog? I wonder…

Signing off,

Da lazy blogger

So what if…..

.(Got this picture somewhere from the net)

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Start delivering with THIS!!!!! Drifting is just as easy

.(I snapped this myself in front of my office!!)

Ticket to HOLLYWOOD….. NOT!

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I went through my first shooting last Saturday. It was my first experience casting for mass broadcast. Man… IT WAS FUN!!!!!

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The short clip was that i’m part of was about how an idiot got scammed into some get rich quick scheme.

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We went running around shooting and coupled with multiple NGs, a clip intended no longer than 30 minutes actually took us around 5 hours.

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It was tiring and we rewarded ourselves with some Pisang Goreng and soft drinks @ Jin’s house, which is the final location for the shooting =P

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Well, after my first experience, for that session, I must say that the girls are way much better than the guys when it comes to acting. They were just so……. natural….. The expression was just so real.

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Anyway, just see for yourself @ 9th of Sept 07, SUNDAY, NTV7, 7:30p.m. If you’re lucky, you can see me passing by behind =P

I had a so called nightmare yesterday nite which sprung me up from bed some time around 3-4a.m.

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It was short but i remembered it crystal clear.

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I was in my prefect school uniform, all blue and with a tie. I looked around and see my classmates. All were steady and looked prepared. But i was quite curious in why are they looking "all prepared".

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Then i realized, it was a Friday… and next Monday is SPM!!!!!!!! And i didn’t knew it until that day. My hands shake, i can’t stand still. I broke into cold sweat, my mouth utters but nothing comes out.

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I woke up, with actual cold sweat, and begin to realize that I’m now 24 years old already. What the hell man…..

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What did it mean man…..

A young man was lost wandering in a forest, when he came upon a small house. He knocked on the door and was greeted by an ancient Chinese man with a long, grey beard. “I’m lost,” said the man. “Can you put me up for the night?”

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“Certainly,” the Chinese man said, “but on one condition. If you so much as lay a finger on my daughter, I will inflict upon you the three worst Chinese tortures known to man.”

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“Ok,” said the man, thinking that the daughter must be pretty old as well, and entered the house.

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Before dinner, the daughter came down the stairs. She was young, beautiful, and had a fantastic figure. She was obviously attracted to the young man since she couldn’t keep her eyes off him during the meal. Remembering the old man’s warning, he ignored her and went up to bed alone. But during he night, he could bear it no longer, and sneaked into her room for a night of passion. He was careful to keep everything quiet so the old man wouldn’t hear. Near dawn he crept back to his room, exhausted, but happy.

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He woke to feel a pressure on his chest. Opening his eyes he saw a large rock on his chest with a note on it that read, “Chinese Torture 1: Large rock on chest.”

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“Well, that’s pretty crappy,” he thought. “If that’s the best the old man can do then I don’t have much to worry about.” He picked the boulder up, walked over to the window and threw the boulder out. As he did so he noticed another note on it that read: “Chinese Torture 2: Rock tied to left testicle.”

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In a panic he glanced down and saw the rope that was already getting close to the end. Figuring that a few broken bones was better than castration, he jumped out of the window after the boulder.

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As he plummeted downward he saw a large sign on the ground that read, “Chinese Torture 3: Right testicle tied to bedpost.”