<?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-31476490</id><updated>2011-10-11T00:07:20.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Mans Tragedy Is Another Mans Comedy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115986406655282031</id><published>2006-10-03T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:30:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chup! Coca~Cola</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me and 3 other friends were staying together in a condo in Klebang, Malacca while we were studying there. There were no entertainment there and town was 45mins drive away. The only cheap thrill we had was the one computer in our unit and had to be shared between 4 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this night, I went downstairs to grab myself a can of coke from the vending machine. As I got back up... I saw the computer unoccupied. I quickly jumped on the seat and turned on Winning Eleven while sipping my Coke. Suddenly... bom! bom! bom... fatty Albert rushed out.. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oi! Juju I wanna playyy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .... &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NO!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I continue playing and sipping my Coke.. sleeeeuupssss... Ahhhhh~~! then later I opened the drawer, wa got famous amos cookie inside which belongs to my other housemate. Tunggu apa lagi... bukak dan makan lar. Only me and fatty in the house that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chomp! Chomp! Damn enjoy... then fei hai Robert rushed out again &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Oi! my turn larrr"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"10 mins only wat, 11 o'clock I give you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ... then Lobert said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Okay, I sit here and see you play"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ... fei hai then goes light a ciggie and watch me play. Still happily sipping my coke and munching on the chocolate chip cookies... fatty Robert's phone rang... HAHAHA... singa call redi! then he went off to the balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my coke was getting warm... so I bottoms up!... still a quarter left... my Coke tasted a bit weird, probably it was the cookie I ate... the Coke so chocolaty. Must be the cookie lar... then I down the whole thing... something was touching my lips... !?!?! got cookie chunk inside wan? fei hai Lobert drink izzit just now!!!!??!... I close one eye and peep into the can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SON OF A BITCCHHHHH!!!!..... farking puntung rokok inside!... what the farrkkkK!!.... I chung inside the room and shouted to Robert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me: Pokkai!! what you put in my drink?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Albert: Har!? that one your drink ar? I thought ashtray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ma chao hai.... that means the whole stick of ciggie inside lar?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Robert: Yalar... you drank ar? Oh my godd... you okay or not?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the cans and boxes that can be found in the house had been converted into ashtrays... and that pokkai mistaken my drink for an ashtray. I rushed into the toilet and vommit everything out... eeeewwwwwwwwww!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lobert: Oi! you wanna go hospital ar?&lt;/strong&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/31476490-115986406655282031?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115986406655282031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115986406655282031&amp;isPopup=true' title='106 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115986406655282031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115986406655282031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/10/chup-cocacola.html' title='Chup! Coca~Cola'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>106</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115879499032732509</id><published>2006-09-21T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T07:38:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye And Take Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I would like to apologize to my sifu, editor and my No. 1 fan for not blogging lately... I have been busy for the past few weeks with nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last Monday, two of my friends left me... Adrian Tan and Siow E Guy. No, they did not pass away, they just left for UK to study. Adrian has been studying there for almost two years now but E Guy is leaving for UK for the first time... that worries me the most and the rest of the gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, Adrian was back for three months and all we did was tarkei for the past three months. Occasionally we would go for breakfast in the morning around the college area to cuci mata. Tarkei wasn't all that boring... Someone almost got us into a fight. Thanks tai kor Minty. One afternoon me, Wai Soon and Minty went tarkei in a new area outside home ground. Minty the tai kor fuck kao them... I forgot for what reason... they all just kept quiet and said "chill larr... relax lar"... then after that Minty was saying, "Wah this place damn nice to fuck kao ppl ar... they don't fight back wan".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A few weeks later me, Adrian and Minty went back to the same place. In the middle of the game, Minty agitated me and I accidentally kicked the switch and my pc turned off. The opposing team was complaining that I left the game which was unethical. Then Minty tai kor fuck kao them. Then they fuck kao back. Then Minty Taikor fuck kao them back. Then someone typed LOL!. Minty taikor said, LOL lan ar!!... then they fuck kao Minty. Then Minty fuck kao them back... Then they say bring 100 ppl whack kao Minty. Then Minty tai kor fuck kao them. Then they ask where Minty sit and they came look for Minty. Then we went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Topic of discussion.... "Why You Fuck Kao Me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They were whining for 15 minutes about how Minty Taikor fuck kao them... and said, I am not happy, I say LOL why you fuck kao me?... they wanted an apology. Of course won't get lar... after 15 minutes and going no where, they left... bai bai ci bai. Waste time only. By the way, Minty tai kor is not hainanese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But on the afternoon Adrian and E Guy left... Me and Adrian spent some quality time going shopping and makan, at least something. E Guy couldn't join us... he was busy with his stuff. Both Adrian and E Guy were leaving on the same flight. So the gang and I went to send them off at the airport. E Guy was enjoying his last minutes before he left... taking lots of photos. Too bad no photos here, I do not have a camera. Some stranger (E Guy's Uni fren) came up to us and said, "Take care of E Guy ya... I scared he come back with baby"... Har Har okayyyyy.... What im afraid of most is that E Guy comes back with a big boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Less than 10mins left before their flight, Adrian was already worried of being late... E Guy was still so happy taking pictures and hugging the guys. Adrian was telling E Guy "We are late already larr... need to take the train to the plane summore"... E guy: "Chill larrr..." while taking photos and hugging (E Guy never hug so many guys before). The scene was so funny... lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"LOL LAN AR!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;who was that?!?!... ahh nevermind. I'm gonna miss those 2 guys... kwo kuang was so emo when they left... but im starting to miss them... 2 people less to hang out with. Now only Kwo Kuang and Chun Guan left here. And you 4 fuckers... fong fei kei me. We settle this another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P/s: Adrian, if you are reading this... seriously... please take good care of E Guy, don't let him go wild like "that night".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31476490-115879499032732509?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115879499032732509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115879499032732509&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115879499032732509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115879499032732509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye-and-take-care.html' title='Goodbye And Take Care'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115637677444893321</id><published>2006-08-24T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T03:33:00.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Virgin Interview Which I Ended Up Getting Raped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This post was a request from my batchmate from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flydamnit.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.flydamnit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. He is currently compiling interview questions to aid people that are interested in flying. His blog discusses topics mainly on aviation theories, phenomenas and experiences. Also do check out his forum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forum.flydamnit.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://www.forum.flydamnit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for those who are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing my psychomotor and psychometric test, I was called up for the interview 2 years ago. It was my first formal interview in my life. I reached he headquarters early in the morning, I was supposed to fill up a form. *pai seh, no pen* The lady teased me "Pen pun takde, macamana nak jadi pilot ni?".... char lan dous. I took a seat while waiting for my turn to be interviewed. I sat next to another guy... he was reading aviation notes he printed himself and then these 2 guys where exchanging their folders showing their certs. Nia seng, degree holders... deng, I hid my folder which consists of SPM and piano certs. Cibai... shy like cock liddat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one they went in, I heard laughing sounds in the interview room one minute and another minute voices were raised... so chuk kik meh?!?... every candidate went in for an hour. This guy he went in for only 15 mins, when he came out he was like "YES! I got it!!"... I have not seen him since then. "Smuggy, you can come in now." It was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went in greeted them and tried remembering their names as hard as I could. There were four interviewers... one observer, two senior captains and an interviewer from the headquarters side. They told me to have a seat. So the interview started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Smuggy can you tell us about yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: I told them where I'm from and the background of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Did you know your father's company used to supply medicine to our medical centre? Why suddenly they don't want to supply anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: I'm not so sure about this, its the company's decision and my dad has already retired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: When did you realized that you wanted to be a pilot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: At the age of 15 I decided to be a pilot, my sister is a stewardess in Singapore and she used to tell me stories about pilots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"WAHAHAHAHA!" they laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"ehehehe"... pan cute a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Why didn't your sister join us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: She wanted to but she did not because there was no opening at that time, so she opted for Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: So did you try the interview from the other airlines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: No, I didn't because this airline is my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: If you were to fail this interview, will you try the other airlines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Definitely, I would continue to pursue my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Why did you choose us as your first choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: This airline is internationally regconized and I believe my future would be more secure here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: What have you done since SPM? sit at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: I went for National Service and then I started an engineering course in UNITEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Lets say you are in you final year in UNITEN, then we call you up and tell you that you are accepted... what would you do? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kbkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: I will have to reject the offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Because there would be a lot of time, money and effort wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Have you been on an aircraft?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Yes, to China and Hong Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: With which airline and what model was the aircraft?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: I was very young at that time... I can't remember. (avoid question)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Do you know how heavy a Boeing 747 weighs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: xxx,xxx lbs. (forgot the figures de, but lucky got read)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Why in pounds?!?!? I'm sure you got that from some website! Tell me how you researched for this interview besides buying that new shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: I visited x, y, z websites and keep track of the company through newspapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: You visited the company's website also I see... Who is the chairman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: The chairman used to be the late Dato' A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Why late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: I read that he recently passed away in the newspapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Who is are the rest of the BoD's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Dato' B, Mr. C, Mr. D and Mr. E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Okay... I'm sure this one you won't know, who is in charge of all the Boeing 737 fleet? If you can answer this one, I take you in straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was tempted to say "you!" but after some rational thinking I said I'm not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: You play football right? What team do you support?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Liverpool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WAHAHAHA!! they laughed again.. "we all support man utd.. and one arsenal fan here... WAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Now you the striker have the ball in a tight angle, a teammate which is a defender is in the middle, will you shoot or pass? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kbkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: I would shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;suddenly he raised his voice... (kbkk lar... where got wrong answer wan!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Why you shoot?!! you want to get all the glory is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: I was just trying to fulfil my duty and if I have the confidence then I take will take it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"BUT THERE WAS SOMEONE OPEN IN THE MIDDLE!!".... the debate lasted for 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: So do you know how many flights we have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Yes 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Where do we fly to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: bla bla bla bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;somemore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thats all? you said 100 just now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;......... kena char until no more juice left inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Name me a city that we fly to in South America?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Buenos Aires (smuggy bijak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: What fleets do we have in the airlines?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: twin otter, f50, b737, b777, b 747, A320.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"you will be going into the twin otter"... I found out that the twin otter operates in Miri and even chickens can enter the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Where do you see yourself in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Captain of the b737.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Q: Are you sure? Not the b747? or b777?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A: Yes sir, sure... B737.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Thank You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I stood up and thanked them as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"What are you doing? Why you stand up?! We havent finish yet!!... I only thanked you for the answer..... WAHAHAHAHA!! So fast want to go home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fuck!... malu like shit... go sit down again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After that kena question on capital cities and have to name countries on the map...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"So how did you come here this morning?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-My dad dropped me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"He is waiting outside now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-No... he dropped me off and went to play golf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"WAHAHAHAHA!!... Ayah pergi main golf!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My one hour was up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"So you have any questions?"... of course pura-pura got question ler... show some 'interest'... ngek ngek... then it was all over finally.. can go for medical checkup to fix my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/31476490-115637677444893321?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115637677444893321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115637677444893321&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115637677444893321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115637677444893321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-virgin-interview-which-i-ended-up.html' title='My Virgin Interview Which I Ended Up Getting Raped'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115597395226664606</id><published>2006-08-19T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:54:31.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is a new doggie in my house... His name, Tiger! My sister brought him back from Singapore because her new house does not allow pets. Tiger is a stuck up Singaporean yorkshire terrier and loves to eat bacon strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/P1030497.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/320/P1030497.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbie dog 'tiger'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met Tiger before a few times when I visited my sister in Singapore, he hated me... He bit my jeans and wouldn't let go. When I called his name, he would distant himself from me, damn jual mahal. Then took the bacon strip out from the packet... Tiger rushed towards me immediately sat down and reached out its paw to shake hands with me (slut). I then fed him... and tried to pat him... he ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been here for two weeks now... starting to settle down, marking his territory every where in the house. Because he is so small in size... he is allowed to stay inside the house. One morning, my mom tied him outside the garden so that she could clean the house. I was still sleeping... suddenly my mom woke me up and told me that Tiger's jaw was dripping with blood. There was blood outside the house everywhere... I had to flush it, Bad dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I saw him trying to pounce on a squirrel in the garden. What a cool dog... probably yesterday morning he ripped off the head of the squirrel and gobbled it down. I am so proud of him. We are starting to get along now... last night I came home late... Tiger came to me and poke me with his nose, I couldn't just go to bed and leave him alone. I took him upstairs to my room to sleep. After playing with him for sometime I felt tired and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes just to see how he is doing, Tiger was sitting down... Then he started growling. It reminded me of the movie 06.06.06. I turned on the lights, he wasn't growling at me... Shit! You know they say dogs can see those type of things. I was freaked out... So I kicked Tiger out of the room and went to bed. Goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31476490-115597395226664606?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115597395226664606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115597395226664606&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115597395226664606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115597395226664606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115520291975640185</id><published>2006-08-10T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:47:46.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Fest 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's a bit late for this post... Last week, Adrian the shisha king was bugging me to go to Jazz Fest. The next evening I met up with Minty and he was all worked up to go for the Jazz thingy. He was smartly dressed for the occassion.... wahhahaha! Well, he went for a wedding ceremony before that. There was a hype going on about the Jazz Fest and we thought it was some high class event held in some auditorium with many Datins and their daughters. Minty and I decided to check it out since Adrian ajaked me the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to Mont Kiara where the event was held. Adrian was to meet us there, he had to attend his family dinner before that... excuses. As soon as we arrived, omg... this is Jazz Fest? It looked like a giant mamak with live jazz band... it also felt like one, hot like shit. We had dinner there and then met up with some friends. We sat there for about 5 minutes and my eyes were drying up.... looks like Jazz is not my cup of tea, Minty was getting bored too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to rush Adrian over... the bitch said he would be there as soon as he gets home. We waited and waited.... my neck was getting longer, so I called him again.... The fucker said no car. Mahai call lar if no car!! So we left Mont Kiara after that. Turned the aircond to full blast in the car... ahhh! so lega. We went to The Joint after that and before that we picked Adrian up, its our new hang out spot... Adrian loves it because he was hooked on shisha... bei hai... you should see his high face while shishaing, damn gay. When he see the water vapour coming out from his mouth damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived and it was quite packed... we found a table at the front just in front of the screen playing the sports channel which was next to the live band, there was also a small podium between our table and the screen. Hell no, I will never sit there ever again. We had some drinks and snacks... Adrian had shisha all to himself. The band started performing... our eyes were constantly fixed on the screen watching sports... I guess everyone there was watching too. The band was playing rock music!... the lead vocalist, a lady in her mid thirties... was head banging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a few songs, she dedicated one song to Adrian... she realized that people were paying more attention to the screen. Oh shit... she stepped up on the podium in front of us blocking our view. She was wearing a very short skirt. If we looked up on the screen she confirm chao kwong already. Want meh aunty... so we started drinking and chatting because aunty don't let us watch tv. After that aunty wanted our attention, she put her leg on our table and pulled up her skirt to reveal her thigh to seduce Minty.... Minty tengah syok, sleups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty was on fire!... MeOooWWw... She was singing 'Sweet Child Of Mine'. Still standing on the podium, everytime during the chorus she would do the 'Can Can', kicks into the air. "Wohh Oh Ohh Ohh... sweet child of mine! ~~" *flash* "Wohh Ohh ohh Oh.... sweet child of mine! ~~" *flash*. The night is still young.... she came down from the stage and make me sing along... After that cannot tahan de.... finished up our drinks call for the bill and bail!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31476490-115520291975640185?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115520291975640185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115520291975640185&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115520291975640185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115520291975640185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/rock-fest-2006.html' title='Rock Fest 2006'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115510683994545225</id><published>2006-08-09T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:55:19.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teleport No Jutsu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello! there are a few videos here I would like to share with you guys. They are pretty short but I find it really funny. These are ninja videos of me taken by my friend Ade while we were having our break... Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Video One: Smuggy teleports behind enemy and knocks him out with a deadly karate chop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYPAIt-QXbs" width="320" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Smuggy is kung fu fighting! hiak! He was as fast as lightning! hiak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Video Two: Smuggy teleports behind enemy and delivers a low blow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HqL_L6m823g" width="320" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Video Three: Smuggy morphs into his enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xhJ79MKKnU" width="320" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These are the few videos I got from my friend. Thanks Ade jambu! hope you guys enjoyed it :P tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31476490-115510683994545225?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115510683994545225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115510683994545225&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115510683994545225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115510683994545225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/teleport-no-jutsu.html' title='Teleport No Jutsu!'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115476538399046223</id><published>2006-08-05T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:24:31.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hainanese Warrior Unleashed Within Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, I am a Hainanese Boy... I love eating Hainanese chicken rice but I cannot speak Hainanese except for "du mi nang?" and "Hainam nang" or "nang nang"... embarassing. Hainanese people are famous for being good looking, yes yes I know, settle down girls but it comes with a price... We have a weird temper. Half of the Hainanese male population are pure hot tempered and the other half are really patient people but don't test their patience... once they get mad, they'll go &lt;strong&gt;"MACHAHAIAH!!... I'll kill you and your next 18 generations of cucu cicit!!"&lt;/strong&gt; I think I am type number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Tuesday I will go down to play futsal with my friend and his brother. We play futsal around Subang and PJ... mostly in Subang. His brother set up a match against his friend's team in PJ. I was just playing my normal game... there was this guy playing very rough, everytime I get the ball he will try to break my leg. I didn't bother much... it happens in football. Probably he was just an aggressive player and I was so skillful that he always miskicks my leg for the ball. For 2 hours I was harassed by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks, they came to Subang to play a game with us.... Mahai he continued the same way. He was tapping my ankles and shoving me off the ball. I know la I geng and small sized... but don't play like that la. If he kicks another 3 times... my leg confirm break already. Smuggy then got the ball on the right hand side, Bulldozer comes and tries to steals the ball. Smuggy pretended to dribble left but he goes right, Bulldozer was confused and Smuggy was off in full speed!! ariba ariba andale andale!.... Bulldozer realized that he couldn't keep up with Smuggy's pace and he sandwiches Smuggy on to the netting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MACHAHAIAH! I'll kill you and your 18 generations of cucu cicit!!"&lt;/strong&gt; ... Bulldozer had just awaken the warrior inside of Smuggy disturbing his sleep. Smuggy was so pissed off he gave a full right swing on to Bulldozers back... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bulldozer was almost a head taller than Smuggy and playing shirtless... he had a black dragon white tiger tattoo. He turned back to look at Smuggy.... at the same time, The stupid Hainanese warrior went back to sleep and left Smuggy alone. Uh oh... hai lat de... what do i do now? Maintain cool la whatelse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulldozers friends all came rushing in... 'poh pek poh pek poh pek' the argument ended... then my friend's bro called me out to be replaced by another guy to avoid anymore problems. After the match I decided to apologized to him since he was a friend of my friends bro. (suk chun say suk chun la) the last time I hit someone was in kindergarten. I was arranging blocks to stack up a castle, this bitch(guy) messed it up. I punched him... he cried, I also cried. WAHAHAHA.. and he kena denda.. tai sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31476490-115476538399046223?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115476538399046223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115476538399046223&amp;isPopup=true' title='64 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115476538399046223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115476538399046223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/hainanese-warrior-unleashed-within-me.html' title='The Hainanese Warrior Unleashed Within Me'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115447005511305626</id><published>2006-08-02T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T10:56:45.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One night, after dinner.... 4 lou yeh friends of mine came to my room to lepak. It was our past time to hang out in someones room to play cards, watch movie or just have a chat and then go out to have a supper while we were staying in the hostel. Our rooms, were really small... there was a cupboard, table, chair and sink in every room, It felt like staying in a cell. There was barely space to walk for myself. Four old man and one boy crammed into that bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were chatting they realized that all four of them had played black magic before. Shit, I was so excited... &lt;strong&gt;SHOW IT TO ME, SHOW IT TO ME!!!&lt;/strong&gt; first, the 2 of them demonstrated to me. Old man 2 left the room, then I had to pick an object in my room. I picked one of my book in the middle of the stack and I had to tell Old Man 1. Old man 2 entered the room after that. Then he started guessing with the help of Old Man 1. Remember we were playing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; magic. Old Man 1 will suggest an item and Old Man 2 will reply yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 1: Is it the book?&lt;/strong&gt; (wrong book from the stack of books)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Old Man 2 whispers to the book*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 2: NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I was impressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Old Man 1: Could it be the door?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Old Man 2 whispers to the door*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Old Man 2: The door says no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 1: Maybe its the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; pen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Old Man 2 whispers to the black pen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 2: No its not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 1: Do you think its the book?&lt;/strong&gt; (correct book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Old Man 2 whispers to book*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Old Man 2: The book says yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WhoAAaAA&lt;/span&gt;... how you do wan... teach me ler!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After that it was Old Man 3 and 4's turn to demonstrate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Magic. Old Man 4 stepped outside and I pointed at my eraser on the table to show him. I suspected there were some communication going on between them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 3: Okay, lets start... Could it be the chair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 4: No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-I realized that the whispering was bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 3: How about that cap?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 4: Cannot be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 3: Could it be Juju's(me) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; underwear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 4: No la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 3: Maybe that eraser?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 4: Something tells me yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: WhoaaaAAaaaA... wei faster teach me lar!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I did an observation during that demo... there were no winkings or whispering going on between them. Then they pakat and decided to play &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Magic. Old Man 1 volunteered to step outside. I chose the spot of dirt on the wall... that should be difficult for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 2: Okay ready? Could it be that towel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 1: No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 2: Could it be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; bedsheet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 1: No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 2: Could it be this?&lt;/strong&gt; *points at the patch of dirt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 2: hmmm... yes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Wah... -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-this time they guessed so fast, so geng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Chey, Blue Magic and Black Magic also the same... not fun wan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 2: Okay, this time we play White Magic, this one pure magic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Don't want la, sien de want to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt; (reverse psychology)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old Man 2: Okay, if you can guess how to do then I belanja you yam cha, you also want to know how to play Black Magic wan rite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Okay la, last one then I go sleep already&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We continued to play &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Magic, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Magic and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Magic again. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oi, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fuckers!!&lt;/span&gt; teach me larr!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Teach you what?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mahai, 4 of you add up also more than 100 years old already want to bluff one 19 year old boy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They did not teach me how to play &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Magic that night, only after a few days I realize what a cheap trick it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31476490-115447005511305626?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115447005511305626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115447005511305626&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115447005511305626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115447005511305626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/black-magic.html' title='Black Magic'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115438284398196316</id><published>2006-08-01T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T06:07:05.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute To My Favorite Instructor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This post is dedicated to my favorite instructor. I did most of my Flight Tests with him and I flew with him a lot towards the end of the course. He is one mean cold bad ass instructor feared by many. He is famous for his cold treatment toward students, thick accent + mumblings and is a racist that hates Malaysians. For almost 2 years in the flying school, I have only seen him smile twice (horny grin) , both toward girls..... it wasn't a pretty sight. We (the students) believe that he has no family nor friends, he was a loner.... drinking beer by himself at the corner of the bar. He is about 50+ years old and has a beer belly. At first sight, you could see that he was a fierce man with his bushy eyebrows and curly chest hair. There were rumours that he would go to Cambodia for holidays, because the service there is cheaper than in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the early stages of flying, I have heard stories about him and the how he treats students while flying. I was to experience it later in training. He gets pissed off easily when students does not understand a word that he is saying. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Learn some FOCKING English"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"do you UN-DER-STAND ENG-LISH?!?!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;depends whether how much he hates you. Everyday he comes to work with a frowned face.... He wasn't very popular with the other fellow instructors too. One day, I was just flying around innocently by myself in the air. He went up to do a flight test with a student. Due to miscommunications, I sort of messed up his flight. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Academy 436, I'll see you on ground!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; holy shit!... I was summoned into his office after the flight and he was questioning my ability to understand English. I got a warning after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight test was coming up, He was scheduled as my examiner. GEEZUZ CROISE!! It was my first flight test which would enable me to acquire a license to fly for leisure. He told me to demonstrate a forced landing. He job was to close the throttle and I had to pick a landing spot and glide all the way down to simulate an engine failure landing down to 200 feet and then climb back up again. He told me to aim for a dirt patch next to the road... as you expected I misunderstood him and aimed for the road. He shouted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WOT &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FOCK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; YOU DOING!!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are landing into an oncoming traffic!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But sir, you told me to land on the road"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then I had to do it again. He asked me where the wind was coming from, I simply pointed and said &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"there"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He asked me how I found out, I told him that I looked at the direction where the clouds are moving....... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"BULLSHIT!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The test was completed after a few other exercises and I was in his office for the de brief. He told me that I passed and I could fly my grandmother in an aircraft, but I killed my grandmother when I picked the road for a landing spot. What the fuck!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in training, I was scheduled again to do another 2 flight tests with him. One of them he fell asleep. On the other, I flew like shit and he was shit ass pissed off.... he was shouting like a madman... and he punched me twice on the arm. I wanted to report about him but I had second thoughts, what if I was to fly with him again?!?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I shall report when I complete my training which I totally forgot. A few days after the test, I was scheduled to fly with the bitch twice in a day and I was also assigned as his student, brilliant. D-Day has come... I said my prayers and went into the aircraft for the first flight of the day. He threatened to break my wrist and my hand on different occasions. I landed in one piece, had a break and went up with him again after a few hours. This time, I was doing much better and he did not shout at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was his last flight before he leaves for his holiday to Cambodia I guess and I won't be seeing him anymore because my course was near to completion. I was glad he was on holiday and knew that I would finish my course before he returns from his leave. I entered his office and he de briefed me on that flight. He said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I see some improvement compared to the flight in the morning, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU CAN FLY, YOU ARE NOT DUMB&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Those were the last words he said to me, he actually praised me... can you believe it?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31476490-115438284398196316?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115438284398196316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115438284398196316&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115438284398196316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115438284398196316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/tribute-to-my-favorite-instructor.html' title='A Tribute To My Favorite Instructor'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115387816800341666</id><published>2006-07-26T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T04:26:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Navigation Blunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was a student from Malacca's flying school previously. The training there required me to carry out navigation exercises. Flying from Malacca to Johor or Subang while locating several ulu ulu kampungs and towns. I was to do my Navigation 6 exercise, previously on Navigation 1-4, was an exercise to fly from Malacca to Johor via the coastline, which was pretty simple. Navigation 5 was flown with my instructor going inland and Navigation 6 was my first solo flight (without an instructor) going inland. My mission was to locate Bahau, Segamat, Muar and back to Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;TOP SECRET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Smuggy, we need your help!&lt;br /&gt;Callsign: Academy 436 (every student is given a callsign to be identified while in the air)&lt;br /&gt;Route: Malacca ---&gt; Bahau ---&gt; Segamat ---&gt; Muar ---&gt; Malacca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mission:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Bomb Bahau&lt;br /&gt;2.) Spy on Enemy's Base in Segamat&lt;br /&gt;3.) Escape through Muar to avoid being located by enemy and head back to base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Flight Profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/flight%20profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/320/flight%20profile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And your ride is a Piper Warrior single engine aircraft which is twice your age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/piper%20warrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/320/piper%20warrior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/cockpit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/320/cockpit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt; This message will self destruct&lt;br /&gt;in 5 seconds....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just before my flight, I went to make a phone call to check the weather of the vicinity I was flying in. I went to the outdoor looked up into the sky to check the clouds. Stick my index finger into my mouth and then I pointed it up to the sky. It was a bit cloudy and there is slight wind blowing from the North. I returned back to the Navigation Room to complete my flight plan after obtaining the weather. The flight plan includes distance, time, heading, and fuel calculations. After completing the flight plan I went to get my flight authorized by an instructor by showing them the preparation that I have done. After getting my flight signed off, now I had to wait for the airplane to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/piper%20warrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The aircraft is back, its time to make some noise! I took off from Malacca airport and headed north for Bahau. There are a few methods of locating a waypoint.&lt;br /&gt;1.) Fly a constant heading for an amount of time will bring me approximately at that area.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Fly according to the map by looking at ground features, example: terrain, town, road, river and railway then compare it with the map.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Use navigation aids from nearby airports to locate a waypoint with directions and distance away from the airport and fly according to the instrument panel on the aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried using method 1 and 2 to locate Bahau but I couldn't so I had to resort to method 3. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BAH BOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mission accomplished. I turned right and headed to Segamat. It was quite a long leg to fly from Bahau to Segamat, I could not maintain a constant heading due to clouds. 20 minutes was almost up, I estimated to arrive at Segamat after 20 minutes but the ground features do not match with the map. Shit, so the genius turned left and right and confused himself. I lost my bearings completely, I wasn't sure where the coast was... if I was able to track to the coast, I could have returned to Malacca easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to worry, I threw the map behind and contacted the control tower for assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Academy 436:&lt;/strong&gt; Lumpur Info, I am currently unsure of postion, request radar vector to Segamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lumpur Info:&lt;/strong&gt; Academy 436, request your current position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Academy 436:&lt;/strong&gt; I am currently lost, request directions to Segamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lumpur Info:&lt;/strong&gt; We do not have you on radar fly heading 270 and track for the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Academy 436:&lt;/strong&gt; Copied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew West for quite some time. Then there was a range of mountains blocking my path, shit. They were at least 4000ft high and I was flying at 2000ft. Fuck all matters, I climbed to 6000ft cowboy style. I could not see the peak of some of the mountains because they were covered with clouds. It was unusual for an aircraft of this capability to fly that high. Who cares, nobody knows! it was an emergency anyway. Not long after I cleared the mountains I was able to see the coast. Looking at the map, I was surprised to find that I was around Port Dickson. There was this place called Cape Ricardo that I was able to identify because I've flown over it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the tower that I've found my way and I'm heading back to Malacca, proudly. When I landed my friends were waiting for me, they knew what had happened and had a laugh. Apparently the directions given by the tower wasn't accurate. I had to explain to the instructors where I went and how I got lost. While I was up there, I was so panic I wanted to land on to the highway. Thank goodness I didn't. The fuss lasted about 2 weeks. There was a new ruling implemented on the flying school. Whoever gets lost will be grounded for a week. Sorry guys.. ahhaaha.. but I got away with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed since this incident had happen. I graduated from the flying school and I went to report back to my company in Subang. They had a 2 week induction period, one of the activities included visiting the control tower in Subang. While visiting, one of my batchmate had an itchy mouth... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sir, do you know anyone that got lost while flying? and have you heard of Academy 436?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then the guy that was giving us the talk said &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It was that girl who got lost right from Malacca?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he also said that they made a report about my incident and saved it in their archive. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That Academy 436 almost made us activate the Search and Rescue"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My batchmate then pointed at me.... &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sir, he is Academy 436!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what good friends I have. &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/31476490-115387816800341666?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115387816800341666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115387816800341666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115387816800341666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115387816800341666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/07/navigation-blunder.html' title='Navigation Blunder'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115377083878434110</id><published>2006-07-25T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T05:19:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conman In My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My classes have stalled for almost a week now, I have been waking up at 5pm and sleeping at 11am in the morning for the past week. I wake up have my dinner and off I go "bye ma! going out!" and I return home when people go out for taichi. My dad was not entirely happy with my new lifestyle thus constantly calling me to go home early which I ignored everytime. Most of the time I would be out in the cyber cafe's having a game of dota. There was one time he messaged me "Please be back home early... DO NOT waste your money at the internet cafe and utilize the home computer"... oh my god... he tried to psycho me. I went back late on that occasion eventhough my mood for gaming was not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had this problem when I was staying in Malacca in the past during my studies there. He didn't bother at all... probably someone told him something bad about cyber cafe's. He told me "Don't go to the cyber cafe until late nights... you go there everyday somemore, later the boss think you rich and call people to rob you" okay... I didn't say anything back because I'm a good son and also because if I talked back, what my parents say usually come true, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, I went out with a few friends at around 5pm to have dinner. We had steamboat buffet at a restaurant in Sunway... &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the one in Mentari where they served faceless octopus and prawns with disgusting brown stuff in it.. ewww! makes my hair stand. It was a friend's friend's newly opened restaurant there(cool leh me, know so many people). After eating we sat there for around 4 hours chatting away and waiting for the boss to join us for tarkei after he had tidy up his restaurant for tomorrows business. Then my phone vibrated... bRRrrRrrrRrr!! who could that be? oh, its a message from my dad. "Please tah pao murtabak kambing for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of waiting there, I went to tah pao his murtabak kambing and sent it home. I planned to rejoin my friends after that to save time. After taking away the murtabak kambing, I headed straight home to serve my dad hot murtabak! so I parked my car outside and brought his murtabak in. Doom, doom, doom, doom... as he walked down the stairs, "Pa, I bought your favorite murtabak from the same shop".... "hmm!" he replied with a deep voice. "hehe, pa I go out again" and then he went balistic " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt; YOU JUST CAME BACK AND YOU WANT TO GO OUT AGAIN!??!?? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; "but...but... but... " then I realised it was a trap. He set me up, tah pao his MURTABAK so that I will come home and lock me up, literally. "Buat Baik Di Balas Jahat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I was forced to stay home... internet connection was down. Tough luck... The next morning I saw my dad, he told me that the murtabak was not delicious, yeah cause I bought it with a black heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31476490-115377083878434110?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115377083878434110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115377083878434110&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115377083878434110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115377083878434110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/07/conman-in-my-house.html' title='Conman In My House'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31476490.post-115353684202114142</id><published>2006-07-22T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:22:19.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This incident happened to me a few months back. It started at 3am one morning when I was picking up a friend, female obviously. I was waiting at one of the lorongs near her house as illustrated below. It was a familiar place for me to pick her up at that spot as her parents did not allow her to go out at night. But at 3am in the morning it was freaking spooky. She was planning to escape from her house through the backyard and then walk along the backalley... so dangerous. After 5 minutes of waiting in the car, I felt a bit worried so i shut the engine and came down from the car to see if anything was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/position.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/400/position.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I stepped out from the car and had a peep into the backalley, while at it I noticed a motorcycle with two guys stopping behind my car. They were two malay guys dressed in windbreakers. "Oh shit! not at this time" I distant myself away from them thinking they were robbers, one of them came down and called me over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;malay guy&lt;/strong&gt;: mari sini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: kenapa? *walking away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;malay guy&lt;/strong&gt;: mari sini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: kenapa? *continues walking away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;malay guy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;POLIS! JANGAN LARI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- That triggered me to run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This time hailats, confirm robbery already, pretend as police some more. Think I stupid meh!?!? So I ran for my life screaming my lungs out for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HELP!&lt;/span&gt; three fucking times...No one was there to my rescue. It felt like nightmares I used to have when I was young with ugly monsters chasing me. Mahai... he didn't take off his helmet some more when chasing me... lagi scary. The other guy took the motor to block me on the next row on the left. I had a feeling they would catch me sooner or later, I had a brief thought about giving up but if I stopped what would they do to to me?. As I was approaching the end of the row of houses... the mother fucker was yelling shit like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POLIS!!&lt;/span&gt; JANGAN LARI!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POLIS!!&lt;/span&gt; JANGAN LARI!! YOU LARI SAYA &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TEMBAK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... yea yea whatever... wanna chase, chase lar.. so damn noisy somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"saya tembak?!!?!?".... I turned my head back and I swear I saw the mother fucker pointing a gun at me from a distant. Ma chao hai!! thief these days got gun somemore!! then I ran even faster+hopping because I had a feeling that he was gonna shoot my legs. In my head I had flashbacks about my parents and I also had a picture of tomorrows newspaper headlines. I don't know why but I just did. So as I was saying, I was approaching the end of the lane... It all happened in a split second... I then made a quick right turn to the next row so that he couldn't take aim at me. I turned back and I had him out of my sight. Now I can plan my escape. I couldn't run anymore... I was too tired and was running out of breath. *ting!* came an idea... climb into peoples houses and hide. Kanineh... those people modify house and put their house gates so damn high. By the time I could climb to the peak of the gate, the cibai would have saw me in a vulnerable position and shoot my arse from there. I saw this bush by the house and I hid behind it immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/running%20path.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/400/running%20path.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/running%20path.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/running%20path.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/running%20path.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5845/3407/1600/running%20path.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guy who was chasing me passed and didn't notice me, after that his partner passed with the motorcycle... Tee hee! so hais ended up discussing at the other end whether where I was. Behind the bush lar so hai. Then the motorcycle came from the opposite direction. I saw the beam of light from the motorcycle and held my breath again. Shit! my ass wasn't covered from the other side. He stopped right in front of me and called me to come out. Probably they'll just rob me and give me a good bashing after all the chasing I gave them and it'll be over... then can go yam cha with my bruised face. But no, when I came out he asked for my IC. Shit, he really was a copper after all. Then he asked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman&lt;/strong&gt;: Apa you buat sini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Angkat kawan saje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman&lt;/strong&gt;: Kenapa bila saya panggil kamu... kamu lari?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Saya ingat mau kena rompak ma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman&lt;/strong&gt;: Kan saya dah cakap saya polis? kenapa kamu masih lari? *and shows me his uniform*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Semua orang pun boleh cakap dia polis... saya ingat kamu tipu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman&lt;/strong&gt;: tapi kamu berani ah! pistol pun tak takut!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: ehehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Policeman&lt;/strong&gt;: Saya ingat kamu mau curi kereta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I had to do a driving test to drive my car which he thought I was trying to steal from one lamp post to another. I aced the test with distinction. After that I had to open every compartment of my car for them to check. The policemen who chased me by foot was surprisingly friendly. The other lazy arse who took the bike was fucking lanci, ask me go balai this that yada yada master yoda but the friendly policemen took care of stuff and let me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and one of the cops bumped in to my friend while the other was going through my car, asked whether she knew me... she said no. :( ... but I could understand why. Then the policeman asked her where she was going.... tengah fatt hao the policeman. Then he came to me and asked "you mau angkat ini amoi ar?, ini amoi kawan you ah?" I said no... he kept pestering me to say yes. ughh... &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/31476490-115353684202114142?l=hahasmuggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115353684202114142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31476490&amp;postID=115353684202114142&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115353684202114142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31476490/posts/default/115353684202114142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hahasmuggy.blogspot.com/2006/07/police-story.html' title='Police Story'/><author><name>smuggy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501171294343903901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/99/38/3718399/31697814952456l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
