<?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-8614312</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:12:16.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world as i see it</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of desultory thoughts and ideas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-8392301224858601771</id><published>2008-07-22T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:06:42.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of leave</title><content type='html'>I consider a day off to be worth more then cash itself. If you had to work 20 to 22 days a month for a fixed amount of pay, you can't get me to work 1 more day at the same rate. A day off is so much more. Opportunity cost my friends. That makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to read anything of interest. Work is all about how to get through to the end of the day. At the end of the day, in a perfect world, I wouldn't need a nice strong drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home front is looking unnervingly calm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;peace loving&lt;/span&gt;. Its just that this is not the kind of peace I like. Then again, "I like big butts and I can not lie you other brothers can't deny" Catchy song if you know it though I'm more of a boobs guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Tell me the name of your plastic surgeon, I'll get your money back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-8392301224858601771?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8392301224858601771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=8392301224858601771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/8392301224858601771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/8392301224858601771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-of-leave.html' title='A day of leave'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-2417316646409646014</id><published>2008-07-16T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:06:04.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored to the shits!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday is laundry day. The MoHA is once again out of town and the place I sometimes call home has gone to the dogs. I can't expect animals to have any regard for me and I've been proven right once again. I'm now waiting for my laundry to dry at 11.54pm. Bollocks to those who leave their shit in the dryer on my laundry day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been keeping me busy during the day but I still find time to be virtually perfect. Perfect in the Bowling Buddies game, thats all. Mister Kai has never been busier. The lucky boy is probably getting one of the best homecooked dinners ever. Eug is having curry tonight! Probably some peanuts too. Funeral food could never be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Boredom is the desire for desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-2417316646409646014?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2417316646409646014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=2417316646409646014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/2417316646409646014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/2417316646409646014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/bored-to-shits.html' title='Bored to the shits!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-2061837429347168698</id><published>2008-07-11T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:27:53.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Saturday, Sunday</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I have to thank the big man up there for Friday. This week went by fast. IT was somewhat surreal. I was flying solo at work, I didn't have meetings, I had the same boss and the time stealing gnome was probably on an extended coffee break. The week was by far one of the shortest ever! Hung out with Eug today. We had good food at the shady(sleezy) side of town. Do not confuse this area with the dark side of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 interesting articles which I read this week on Slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Victoria's Circuit: Harnessing the untapped power of breast motion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crap and Trade: Why public toilets should pay you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some intersting facts to be learnt here plus I'm a fairly big fan of breast motion. Quick fact! Breasts move on three different axes: from side to side, front to back, and up and down. The most motion is generated on the vertical axis. Naturally, the bigger the breast, the more momentum it generates. Some Chinese professor has invented fabric made from nanowires that will capture energy from motion. Wang's wires are about 1/1,000th the width of a human hair. When woven together in a fabric, these nanowires rub up against one another and convert the mechanical energy from the friction into an electric charge.&lt;/p&gt;Quote of the day : Bra sizes - A ... Almost Boobs B ... Barely there. C ... Can't Complain! D ... Damn! DD... Double damn! E ... Enormous! F ... Fake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-2061837429347168698?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2061837429347168698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=2061837429347168698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/2061837429347168698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/2061837429347168698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-saturday-sunday.html' title='Friday, Saturday, Sunday'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-9023621648367084442</id><published>2008-07-08T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:22:21.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying solo at work</title><content type='html'>I pulled a late one on Sunday watching the Wimbeldon finals. Too bad one of them had to lose. Today is the 2nd day I'm flying solo at work. The other dude quit but I've been well trained as he did take a few stints of long leave before he left for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I've been reduced to near boredom at home. Apart from the usual chores, I've resorted to telly, Facebook's Bowling Buddies, the ocassional round of Yahoo! pool and more telly. Kai has pretty much dissappeared under the radar. The busy busy fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned the chink effect at the office. Today, it was a chink miracle. In short, a near perfect Chinese-English translation was produced with little trouble and strife. Ok, it wasn't without the usual hiccups but the results were outstanding. I wonder if it was help from another planet. Credit is due if it isn't. Doug has to bow down a little, just a little in this case. BTW, I have to mention the florescent lights above and inbetween our desks have been turned off due to glare which caused headaches. I'm certain lights were invented not to cause headaches but this is some of the stuff I have to put up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I have six locks on my door all in a row. When I go out, I only lock every other one. I figure no matter how long somebody stands there picking the locks, they are always locking three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-9023621648367084442?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9023621648367084442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=9023621648367084442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/9023621648367084442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/9023621648367084442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/flying-solo-at-work.html' title='Flying solo at work'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-6906797068590668374</id><published>2008-07-02T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:07:20.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veal Cheeks.......yummy</title><content type='html'>Today was the kinda day you wish you had more often. Medium paced, a little work, crap meeting, great lunch and peaceful end. The only thing you really don't need is the chink effect. The chink sits next to me. Till now, I have not blogged about the people at work in much detail. I have tried to stay away from that till today. I figured my misery often makes for decent entertainment and sometimes a good topic of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I reckon in terms of language here, there are 2 extremes. Those that speak English and those that don't. While all of us are supposed to be bilingual, most of us are somewhere in between and often skewed towards one language. Of course, we don't really care about the truely bilingual, they don't make for interesting stories because they probably get on well in life.&lt;br /&gt;The chances for problems to arise increase by a few hundered folds when the 2 extremes meet. In my case, it is a match made in heaven between a lighted cigarette and a swimming pool filled with petrol. Ironically, Jackie Chan's words "Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth" have never meant so much to me. Stay tuned for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Women have a passion for mathematics. They divide their age in half, double the price of their clothes, and always add at least five years to the age of their best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-6906797068590668374?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6906797068590668374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=6906797068590668374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/6906797068590668374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/6906797068590668374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheeky-cows.html' title='Veal Cheeks.......yummy'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-1006752901484196440</id><published>2008-06-30T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:37:19.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la Espana</title><content type='html'>Last night was a great night for Spain which made it a slightly long day for me at work. My heart was with Spain for the Euro 2008 Finals but my fantasy football team was filled with Germans. The good news, I beat my closest opponent in my league group by 1 solitary point. I hope this win-win situation signals for a good week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite smooth except for a 3 hour long meeting. Some order is restored in the household. I survived last week, I'll survive a lot more. Looking back at it, I didn't enjoy the fact that I felt like a tenant in my own house. That compounded by the fact that there were other people who weren't suppose to be here playing happy family in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go. -- Oscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-1006752901484196440?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1006752901484196440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=1006752901484196440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/1006752901484196440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/1006752901484196440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva-la-espana.html' title='Viva la Espana'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-8080771316457458430</id><published>2008-06-28T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:04:02.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I look forward to most</title><content type='html'>I start looking forward to every Friday on Monday. I still think that there is an evil gnome or pixie that steals time from my weekends and puts it into my weekdays. Despite the RTs and dragging my feet to work each of the 5 mornings, the evil gnome wasn't doing his evil job. One of the reasons for this would be because my boss wasn't around. She probably took the gnome on holiday with her. Meetings were kept to a minimum. That goes for the length of the meetings as well. The normal situation with 3 clients(2 male, 1 female) and 2 service providers(both female) = meeting for 1 hour. This is what makes the week longer most of the time. Since the service providers only listen to your needs and make suggestions in line with your needs. They can effectively be removed from the equation.This week, 2 clients(both male) and 2 service providers(both female) = meeting for 30 minutes. This week was a little faster then usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met up with a different buch of fellas to have a night out. We had a relaxed dinner, chit chat and the usual updating of our weekly happenings.  One of the fellas was kind enough to drop by and snap a few photos of my fishes with his new camera. I'll post them in due time. Boys with toys as they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-8080771316457458430?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8080771316457458430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=8080771316457458430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/8080771316457458430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/8080771316457458430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-i-look-forward-to-most.html' title='The day I look forward to most'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-576890715756820244</id><published>2008-06-24T23:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:49:54.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Effect</title><content type='html'>Today I had to make my way to RT the less convenient way; public transport. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MoHA&lt;/span&gt; has often used the term 'Real Effect'. What is the 'Real Effect'? It's bullshit. Try searching for it on a search engine. In order to be sure, this is one of the many dictionary definitions for 'real'. I reckon this definition comes closest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;a. existent or pertaining to the existent as opposed to the nonexistent.&lt;br /&gt;b. actual as opposed to possible or potential.&lt;br /&gt;c. independent of experience as opposed to phenomenal or apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the 'Real Effect' of the car situation I'm facing? While it is true that I don't lose anything by not driving to work, I am inconvenienced when I need to go for RT albeit only twice a week and temporarily. I've gained the use on weekends only to see that I have to make exceptions when The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Inconveniencer&lt;/span&gt; has to go to work. There is no such word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;. If you did the simple maths I actually gained 1.5-2 days. So does that make you feel any better if you were me? 2 days out of 7? Almost had me there with that 'Real Effect' crap eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : FAT32. That's what file system my body uses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-576890715756820244?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/576890715756820244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=576890715756820244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/576890715756820244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/576890715756820244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/real-effect.html' title='The Real Effect'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-7231699618266799500</id><published>2008-06-23T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:19:24.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week starts once again</title><content type='html'>Saturday was great. It was good to see the fellas. Eug didn't make it. He was out cold that night. Kai brought his missus, Des is marrying his missus and the Pan is full of misses. I always say, Winning Eleven is not for everyone but for the record, I got beat on penalties. It was one of those games where The Pan had the colours going for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling was great too. Bowling is always great if you win. We had new faces join us this week. Not new to me but new to our weekly bowling session. It was great to have more players and a slower pace. It's more relaxed and theres more time between each shot. Kinda tires you out at a slower rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : People make misstakes. I've made plenty misstakes but I try not to make the same misstake three times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-7231699618266799500?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7231699618266799500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=7231699618266799500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/7231699618266799500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/7231699618266799500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-starts-once-again.html' title='The week starts once again'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-6858221796433799125</id><published>2008-06-21T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T14:08:13.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter the weekend</title><content type='html'>In this world, there are always people more worse off then you. That is a real bitch when it comes to making comparisons. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MoHA&lt;/span&gt; likes to say that we are a privileged bunch. Other people don't have this or that or the other or all of them put together. There is a slight change in the organization chart now. The warring factions within the home are now referred to as me and the opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most people know, when there are privileges, there might be opposition who try to gain an advantage over these privileges. It is very much like the game of Risk. Conquer the world and you're a winner. So when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MoHA&lt;/span&gt; called a meeting, many reasons were given by the opposition as to how the car could be better utilised. Well, that was the beginning of the end of a fair deal. It turns out that if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MoHA&lt;/span&gt; is not around, the MoHa decided that I get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of using the car when the opposition is not travelling to work. Short end of the stick eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when does working in a car compay make you an expert on car usage? I work in a property company, does that mean if I can give a few random reasons why I should be living in this house, the opposition has to live elsewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is here. I have decided to try not to let these decisions affect me. They ain't gonna be changed anytime soon anyway. I'm meeting up with the fellas today. We are meeting the legendary Pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : My roommate had a fierce seizure in the bathtub, I threw in my dirty clothes... they are clean now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-6858221796433799125?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6858221796433799125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=6858221796433799125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/6858221796433799125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/6858221796433799125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/enter-weekend.html' title='Enter the weekend'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-5738273711115649824</id><published>2008-06-17T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:17:13.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The grind continues</title><content type='html'>Work was a bitch but it was cut short by RT which is a bigger bitch. Then I come home expecting to meet the biggest bitches but there's no one home. I expect the peace to be short lived though. When talking to such people, do expect nonsensical conversation. I've heard things like, "I don't see my mum a lot". No shit, you don't even live in your own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same situation, what kind of MoHA gets rid of the house help, takes off on holiday and leaves me in this shit situation? Is there a SPCD somewhere? You know like an SPCA but for me? Come on, be kind to Doug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-5738273711115649824?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5738273711115649824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=5738273711115649824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/5738273711115649824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/5738273711115649824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/grind-continues.html' title='The grind continues'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-4059248787870845601</id><published>2008-06-16T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:41:25.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a house is not a home</title><content type='html'>I come home to 4 walls and a roof today. I better get used to this feeling. Empty, sealed shut, lack of ventilation and above all not the home I want to return to. It doesn't get better as time passes. I get down to the chores that ensure my self preservation and have no choice but to watch wild creatures return to share my dwelling. These wild creatures have nither the ability to communicate properly nor the ability to use their lower limbs at times. They mostly accomodate each other and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other key person in this picture would be the Minister of Home Affairs(MoHA). The MoHA runs the household mostly at arms length and like most people in power are more talk then action. If any action was taken, you'd be sure to hear about it. The MoHA has to leave the country from time to time leaving valuable resources and amenities in the claws of wild creatures. This is like leaving the cage door open and a trail of food leading up to the door. It's practically screaming for wild animals to come and nest in my residence. If there was some justice in this world, I would be pest control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : The strongest painkillers you can buy are guns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-4059248787870845601?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4059248787870845601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=4059248787870845601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/4059248787870845601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/4059248787870845601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-house-is-not-home.html' title='When a house is not a home'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-2204402494653962669</id><published>2008-06-15T10:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:31:08.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has to go on</title><content type='html'>A couple more fellas bit the dust this week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, my semi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flexi&lt;/span&gt; but compulsory workout still took place albeit at lower intensity. It was really dumb to tell us unfit buggers to take it easy. We KNOW how to take it easy. We've been doing it all our lives! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why we're doing this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, my housekeeping specialist of 8 years has left the building for good. The choice was pretty much shoved down my throat after I came back from my weekend dive trip. A decision was made, I had 7 days to come to terms with it and now, its reality. The people I live with or claim to run this household obviously have gone off their rockers. I doubt I will ever understand why she had to go. Of all the people here, I felt I got on with her best. We had quite a good understanding despite the deafness. I can't say I was best pleased with the way she did some stuff but I was surely much more tolerant. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; did not try to give her smart ass advice. I wonder if that was the cause for her deafness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Sonia(Not her real name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;. Bet you guys who knew her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know), I feel glad for her. She returns home to her family with many more years ahead of her. I wish her all the best. I would have kept her here till 70 if it was left to me. She achieved great things which I admit I took for granted. Meals which varied in style and taste would be missed most followed by help with my zoo at home. Most importantly, she made history. If not for her, all the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sonias&lt;/span&gt; out there wouldn't be known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sonias&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Doing nothing is very hard to do...you never know when you're finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-2204402494653962669?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2204402494653962669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=2204402494653962669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/2204402494653962669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/2204402494653962669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-has-to-go-on.html' title='Life has to go on'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-3253441683234869098</id><published>2008-06-11T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:42:52.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost threw it all away</title><content type='html'>Tried messing around with the new templates. Realised I didn't know shit about XML and almost junked the blog trying to alter the design. Yea, its more convenient, but I can't do exactly what I want. I guess it will be the same look and feel for now. I should try easier shit like sign up for a chat box or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai and Eug, where are you guys? Please give me a sign that you both are alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Eat Right, Exercise, Die Anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-3253441683234869098?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3253441683234869098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=3253441683234869098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/3253441683234869098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/3253441683234869098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/almost-threw-it-all-away.html' title='Almost threw it all away'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-3557389639062646097</id><published>2008-06-10T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:19:26.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returned safely from God's fishtank</title><content type='html'>Well peeps, it has certainly been some time since my last post. This would officially be my 3rd stint at blogging. Lets see how long this lasts. I reckon I have a few loyal fans. Maybe 3. You can  blame all the sensitive people who have kept me away from sharing my thoughts. Buggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, there have been a few changes in my world. Gas is $4/gallon. I've learnt to SCUBA dive. I actually know what S.C.U.B.A means. I've got new fish in my tank. I've seen a shark up close and a little too personal for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to possibly look out for. A new blog design, a chat box, Kai's new squeeze....and maybe a quote of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-3557389639062646097?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3557389639062646097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=3557389639062646097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/3557389639062646097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/3557389639062646097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/returned-safely-from-gods-fishtank.html' title='Returned safely from God&apos;s fishtank'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-115383828819805045</id><published>2006-07-25T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:38:08.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoodwinked</title><content type='html'>Thats what happened to me on monday. I was Hoodwinked. That lousy animated movie was was only a little entertaining and Lil Red looked more evil then good. I give credit for their imagination. Can you ever imagine the big bad wolf to be an investigative reporter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the weekend blew by pretty quick. I would like to enjoy a few more Saturdays if they were all as good as the last. Empty house with no nuisances at home, a car just for my exclusive use and a free movie on pay per view TV. Damm that was one hot hot hot Korean chick. Finally met the Pan's new squeeze. Well what can I say, nothing bad of course. Not unlawfully young or under educated. A pleasant sight to say the least. A durian eater by admission. It was actually funny to see the Pan so reserved. It seemed as if he was expecting something bad to happen. The rest of us were actually very well behaved that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it for now. Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do.......going for RT........4 km run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I feel sorry for gay people who are saving themselves for marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-115383828819805045?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115383828819805045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=115383828819805045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115383828819805045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115383828819805045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/hoodwinked.html' title='Hoodwinked'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-115332330190847803</id><published>2006-07-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:14:56.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I bowled with Osama today</title><content type='html'>After starting off with a measly 127, the lack of practice was clear. Missed spares and bad first shots. It took me a whole game to get into the groove. This league is getting more competitive. Now if I asked anybody who is Osama, they'd prolly say, "Dude! Thats the muslim guy with the big beard. TERRORIST!" No shit, I totally agree. What do you think my reaction was when somebody told me I'd be bowling with Osama. Thank god I kept my thoughts to myself. BTW, Osama is really in my team. Osama is pretty good at bowling. Osama has a handicap of 8. Muslim, yes. Beard, no. Terrorist, I don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I bet some of you are still thinking about Osama. The terrorist one. Fortunately I did better in the last 2 games with 191 and 188. Now I've said Osama like about 7 times, will I get more hits when people are searching for news on terror? I don't know, the hit count is 8709 now. Pardon me if I say wow. Thank you all for coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is ending. Hope it ends well. Last RT for the week tomorrow. People in the office liked my cheesecake. Apart from the few bitches who wouldn't risk being poisoned, the general consensus was good. Believe me you fugly bitches, I wouldn't make cheesecake for you shits unless it had a dead rat in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Funny thing about hard drives; the bigger they are, the more porn you download. After a while it seems that there was no upgrade at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-115332330190847803?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115332330190847803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=115332330190847803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115332330190847803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115332330190847803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-bowled-with-osama-today.html' title='I bowled with Osama today'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-115289476046023826</id><published>2006-07-15T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:32:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am more free</title><content type='html'>I'm so more free these days I can do so many other things besides updating my blog. I bowled, went for RT, made cheesecake, played Winning Eleven. I practically did it all except find out the meaning of life. Met up with some friends from school today. Thai food was expensive. It was one of those outings where nobody ordered tom yam soup. Just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first tries are always a bit off. Recipies in the book are not hard and fast. Cooking or baking is not an exact science, which makes it slightly more challenging. So you make it once, maybe, maybe not a success. Tweak the recipe and it will be better the next time round. If it gets worse, stop cooking. My Blueberry cream cheesecake was a bit off to me and my White chocolate blueberry cheesecake was not as presentable as I would have liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sad fact of life in my perfect world is that if you're smaller, you might get eaten. 2 blue lobsters and red lobster quickly became 2 blue lobsters. Lil red became a happy meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are what you eat. Today I am green curry chicken, red curry roast duck, stuffed chicken wings, seafood salad with thai dressing and phad thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : If we disregard logic, we can do all kinds of fun things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-115289476046023826?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115289476046023826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=115289476046023826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115289476046023826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115289476046023826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-more-free.html' title='I am more free'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-115211248053326986</id><published>2006-07-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:14:40.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you be my girlfriend?</title><content type='html'>Would you be my girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;I'll treat you good&lt;br /&gt;I know you hear your friends&lt;br /&gt;When they say you should'&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you were my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your shining star&lt;br /&gt;The one to show you&lt;br /&gt;Where you are&lt;br /&gt;Girl you should be&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it by now......I'll spell it out. The Pan is attached. Fo real. Ooooohhhh. 24 hours and counting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world cup is rigged. Argentina, Brazil and now Germany. Italy is my pick of the last 3 teams for now. If they lose in the finals, I know I must be jinxed. RT is beginning to show some results. May not be enought to pass the test yet but results are most encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : You must tighten your soos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-115211248053326986?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115211248053326986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=115211248053326986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115211248053326986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115211248053326986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/would-you-be-my-girlfriend.html' title='Would you be my girlfriend?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-115159941252126791</id><published>2006-06-30T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:43:32.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1 : It must be love, love, love</title><content type='html'>In order to prove that, we have to look at the current sets of 10 songs. While one set was well thought out, the other was quickly put together out of convenience maybe. I of course am in no position to say for sure how these songs are chosen but when half the songs are in another language just to make things shall I say "more interesting", me thinks this is all part of a scam. Everybody knows 1 test cannot seriously prove any hypothesis. A 2nd test is always needed. I know a few people who would find a 2nd test most useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest additions to my little perfect world(fishtank) are 2 blue lobsters and a red one. Territorial little buggers which act like environmentally friendly cleaners. Eat, eat, eat up all the shit. In a world of fish eat fish, there is always mutual respect. That is, you respect who's bigger and older then you or else you get eaten. Big fish eat first, smaller fish eat later. Big fish swims by, smaller fish swim away. There is enough space for everybody. Hence, it is the perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World cup break is almost over, exams are in my face. Feel free to leave your predictions on the chat. I'm thinking of a new poll. I wonder if people mind. Afterall its not as if I take screenshots or photos of messages that have been sent to me which may contain sensitive information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Im goin sch early, cant pick u up 2day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-115159941252126791?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115159941252126791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=115159941252126791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115159941252126791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115159941252126791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/h1-it-must-be-love-love-love.html' title='H1 : It must be love, love, love'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-115099523199803412</id><published>2006-06-23T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:53:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends with benefits</title><content type='html'>The world should have more of these. People who are most willing to give and give and give without any commitments. As you can see, somebody is experiencing this right now. Sadly, it ain't me. So just like how they do it in the TV series One Tree Hill, you are not dating exclusively but you get benefits! Lovely concept to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, I came accross a company name called 'The Resting Place'. I hope for the company's sake it's in the coffin business. I mean, what kinda shitty name is that. Would you eat at a restaurant with that name? Anyways, if I opened a casket service, I'd name my business 'The Casket Shop'. More in tune with the changing times. Might even find it in a big shopping mall. Abbrieveated as TCS coincidentally. TCS is shit anyway. I'm referring to the TV station of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, you are what you eat. Today I'm a Spize chicken kebab with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the day : Don't let really clean looking afghan get up the bus. Chances are he's been washed, had his last rites and is about to blow himself up with the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-115099523199803412?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115099523199803412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=115099523199803412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115099523199803412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115099523199803412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends-with-benefits.html' title='Friends with benefits'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-115073213501348002</id><published>2006-06-19T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:48:55.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World cup fever has struck</title><content type='html'>Finally, I missed a day at work. Whoopie! Lovely day to catch up on all the rest and maybe watch more matches. The last match is quite a killer. 3am kickoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating my posts regularly for obvious reasons. THE WORLD CUP. Instead of me doing all the talking, lets have your views on this subject. How do you go around kissing more passionately? Lets have some views. Feel free to comment anywhere. Your views will be of great help to somebody. I think you may know that somebody. Somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: Yesterday we had to pull the plug on my grandma, i needed the outlet for my laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-115073213501348002?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115073213501348002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=115073213501348002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115073213501348002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115073213501348002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-fever-has-struck.html' title='World cup fever has struck'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-115010814200149385</id><published>2006-06-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:30:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Fever</title><content type='html'>If theres 1 thing that gets in the way of the World Cup, it's gotta be work. Work is a bitch on normal days and its even worse during the World Cup. Of course this does not apply to people who run their own businesses. Such people are fortunate in the sense that they can take leave anytime they want to. They do not have to be sick or have a decent excuse, instead they can decide to have a picnic maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a wonderful day for a picnic? It's been rainy the whole of last week and the sun shines brightly today. Labrador Park is a good spot to picnic for first time picnic-goers. Nice hard concrete floor that will stay hot after baking in the sun. Great for keeping your feet warm if you get cold feet from first time picnics. It overlooks the lovely island of Sentosa which is great because you can see it without paying to get on the island itself. There is also a nice rickety jetty which will come in handy if the date goes bad. You can tie her to the jetty and wait for the tide to come in. What happened to the good old Botanical Gardens? Shady trees by the pond with lush greenery and flower gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic picnics are the stuff of legends. Get creative and add some spark to your romance (or start a new one) with a fabulous sensuous picnic feast. Whether you dine in sunlight or by the light of the moon, we predict sparks will fly. Bring along a crusty baguette some cheese and a nice bottle of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats great on hindsight because right now The Pan is having a pincic at Labrador Park with the one and only OSG. A picnic for 2 in the scorching sun with take-away sushi and the bottle of fruit merlot that he gave away at a party and took back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for the peeps who are playing World Cup fantasy football, don't forget to update your teams. I'm also kickin yer asses. For now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the day : C:/&gt; is not some kind of depressed Arab smiley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-115010814200149385?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115010814200149385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=115010814200149385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115010814200149385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/115010814200149385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-fever.html' title='World Cup Fever'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114950590041023562</id><published>2006-06-05T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:11:40.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at work in review</title><content type='html'>Its old news now how sneeky some people are. Funny how it all pans out. No pun intended. The world is so small, you can tell someone you're going to 1 cinema and wind up in the same row as them in another cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day starts of dismally, I wait at the lift and this woman in her late 40s(I think) wearing pink jeans walks up to adjust her hair in the lift door while she waits. I'm glad the lift door didn't crack. Why do people even make lift doors like mirrors. There is no apparent use and now these fugly hags are misusing it. Next was a good hour spent at the photocopying machine trying to save paper. I wonder which is more expensive, time or that few sheets of paper. Since they were paying me, I went with save more trees.  Time is funny. It is 8 hours a day for 5 days but somehow Monday seems like 10 hours and Friday seems like 6. Same goes with the other people in the office. They tend to have more energy as the weekend approaches. I spend the rest of the day reading up on 9-11 conspiracy theories, sorting papers and trying not to have microsleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also visited the worldcup website and theres a fantasy soccer game going on. &lt;a href="http://en.fifaworldcup.fantasysports.yahoo.com"&gt;http://en.fifaworldcup.fantasysports.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pan and Kai. Don't be a stranger. Lets compete again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the day : Have all your dumps at work. Not only will you save money on toilet paper, you'll also be getting paid for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114950590041023562?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114950590041023562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114950590041023562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114950590041023562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114950590041023562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-at-work-in-review.html' title='A day at work in review'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114909110104938589</id><published>2006-05-31T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:58:21.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheap and The Disgusting</title><content type='html'>WTF! Mr DITM is here again. I so wish I could make him disintegrate! MOFO loudmouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the important stuff. The Cheap and the Disgusting are actually 1 and the same! Good old Panny. 30 dollar dinner, free dessert and no ride home. If you were a girl on a first date with him, I wonder what goes on in the back of your mind. On the bright side, some people are easy to please and can look past the cheapness so they will go out on another date. Good news all, movie at 7 pm this Friday. All I can say is thank God Friday is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSG as you know is a avid Chelsea fan. What surprises me is that the club she supports can spend millions of dollars like water but the guy she dates only drinks water at dinner. In an alternate reality, her conciousness would be in Mindy's body. Now thats orgasmic! As it is now, from just the picture, I have to say that OSG is actually OSGND. Orgasmic Soccer Girl Next Door.....to nobody. She lives in CCK on the edge of civilisation which is the main reason behind the NFRH policy. No Free Ride Home! Not CCK and definately not BS. GVNP. Got Va......nevermind. Ask Eug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the day : If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving isn't for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114909110104938589?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114909110104938589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114909110104938589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114909110104938589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114909110104938589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/cheap-and-disgusting.html' title='The Cheap and The Disgusting'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114901025283276476</id><published>2006-05-31T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T01:38:57.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/1967/640/whalebone.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/1967/320/whalebone.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whale skeleton showing pelvis and thigh bones &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="beginstory"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this stuff while aimlessly surfing at work just before I left the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biologists believe that for 100 million years the only vertebrates on Earth were water-dwelling creatures, with no arms or legs. At some point these “fish” began to develop hips and legs and eventually were able to walk out of the water, giving the earth its first land lovers. Once the land-dwelling creatures evolved, there were some mammals that moved back into the water. Biologists estimate that this happened about 50 million years ago, and that this mammal was the ancestor of the modern whale. Despite the apparent uselessness, evolution left traces of hind legs behind, and these vestigial limbs can still be seen in the modern whale. There are many cases where whales have been found with rudimentary hind limbs in the wild, and have been found in baleen whales, humpback whales, and in many specimens of sperm whales. Most of these examples are of whales that had only leg bones, but there were some that included feet with complete digits. It was reported recently that whales and hippos were distantly related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for guessing which whale didn't move back into the water. I'll have an update about the cheap and the disgusting in the next entry. Look out Kai, I'm keeping you in the circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : We had dessert at Gelare and she paid! YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114901025283276476?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114901025283276476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114901025283276476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114901025283276476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114901025283276476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114891780689926301</id><published>2006-05-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:52:13.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis amigos, el hijo del tigre está en mi casa otra vez</title><content type='html'>It means, 'my friends, the Tiger's son is at my house again.' One loudtalking MOFO that you can hear a mile away. In addition to the 1 or 2 skanky looking chicks is one hell of a party I would not like to have in my home. This is the time you'd wish you were a mutant. Some kinda special powers would come in useful. I would love to have the ability to make things or people disintegrate in front of me at will. Sadly, I don't have any powers and I feel like picking up one of my least favourite bowling balls and smashing his face in. I wonder if thats a vivid description. 14 lb bowling ball in face of Mr DITM (Dick in the mouth). Why else would he talk that way? I think we've stumbled upon a new breed of people. The Homo Ditmian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I visited one of my favourite bowling alleys to check out some equipment. The shop owner didn't seem the least interested in doing business. I'd disintegrate him if I could. They were having some kinda zonal schools competition. I happened to see chicks some from my school. Bad news for anyone looking. Can't bowl and don't look good, yet they carry the proud look upon their faces. Little did they know they were among people who made it into the school history books. Most people would be proud to have made some kind of history. I can't say the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : The difference between a pizza and black guy is that a pizza can feed a family of four!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114891780689926301?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114891780689926301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114891780689926301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114891780689926301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114891780689926301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/mis-amigos-el-hijo-del-tigre-est-en-mi.html' title='Mis amigos, el hijo del tigre está en mi casa otra vez'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114867100951169621</id><published>2006-05-27T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T03:16:49.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats what friends are for.</title><content type='html'>If you noticed, all the titles to my entries are musically related. It's my way of saying it with music I guess. Its nice to have friends. You can eat with em, hang out with em, play pool, watch movies and the list will goes on. What you also don't realise you can do is ditch em to meet girls, not invite em to watch movies and give em stuff you don't like. Great isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20% attendance in class today. The Tiger ain't doing too well. I wonder how he feels? The Pan aptly describes him as talking with a dick in his mouth. It ain't too far from the truth. I reckon The Pan is out on a hot date. Then again, its not unusual for him to skip classes these days to sweep the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it going Kai? Is the cooking good? You like washing dishes? I can see you're pretty updated with the latest soccer news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I don't like my drink. Do you want it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114867100951169621?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114867100951169621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114867100951169621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114867100951169621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114867100951169621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='Thats what friends are for.'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114831790919094243</id><published>2006-05-23T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T01:11:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a life, though it refuses to shine</title><content type='html'>Aloha. Alls well in life. Also making it known the latest exciting development in The Pan's never ending pursuit for The One. The person in the spotlight now is none other the OSG! Orgasmic Soccer Girl. Ah, I remember the good old days. It was simple then. SJL and ANZ. Then we moved on abit and along came Mindy. How my eyes would have been gouged out if I looked at her the wrong way. Was there a right way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bumming around and I realised that anyone could make a TV series on anywhere. One Tree Hill is about the life of people in One Tree Hill. Same goes for the OC although I've never watched it. I've got a pretty good idea of a series where I could draw upon real life instances. You have the usual suspects. The goody goody person, anal queen, couple of normal people with problems and of course some older characters. Believe me when I say sometimes I've seen enough to make a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damm, I just saw a roach. Fucking damm roaches. Woot! Shieldtox. Everybody has got to keep some. It ran under my shelves. Faster then fast, quicker then quick, I sprayed some under the shelf hopeing to get it. Results within seconds! A mid sized roach ran out, flipped over and seemed to be gasping for air. Doug 1 Roach 0. Fucking horrid creatures. Roaches are as bastardy as traffic police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Cell phones are amazing. Every time I think they cannot get more annoying, they get twice as annoying. It's like Moore's law applied to annoyance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114831790919094243?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114831790919094243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114831790919094243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114831790919094243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114831790919094243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-got-life-though-it-refuses-to.html' title='I&apos;ve got a life, though it refuses to shine'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114768856095876442</id><published>2006-05-15T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:24:24.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend flew by as usual</title><content type='html'>Totally eventful weekend which pretty much started on Thursday night is now over. Work resumes and it is already time for midterms. The highs and lows of life I suppose. Lesson learnt today. Walking home takes 25 - 30 minutes, gives some form of exercise and you can enjoy listening to the radio as you walk. Meeting mom at IKEA for a free ride home also takes 25 minutes, mom gets to exercise her mouth and I get an earful of wotever it was she said. Next time, WALK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a country with the least amount of public holidays is unfortunate. I'm pretty sure a country with so many races would have at least a few excuses for more holidays. Unless there isn't so many races afterall. I don't know. Even if I did, I probably wouldn't say. In case anyone didn't know, this is the last weekend where the day before or after is a public holiday. The next public holiday is a good 7 weeks away. Anyways, anybody up for ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Lesbian porn is God's way of telling man "you fucked up but i still love you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114768856095876442?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114768856095876442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114768856095876442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114768856095876442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114768856095876442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-flew-by-as-usual.html' title='The weekend flew by as usual'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114719412321767811</id><published>2006-05-09T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:02:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of ice cream</title><content type='html'>After yesterdays visit to an ice cream parlour, I feel even more tempted to attempt to make ice cream. I was bumming in GWC about 2 weeks back and there is this bookshop Harris. I was browsing through a Nigella Lawson cookbook and I stumbled upon a recipe for ice cream. Seemed pretty simple enough. About 5 or 6 ingredients needed. I feel wierd saying ice cream parlour. I had a waffle with lychee martini ice cream. Yes, make no mistake, lychee martini. I couldn't try all the flavours and I didn't want too. I intend to go back there again. I didn't want to order 3 scoops, taste everything and then order 2. This ain't Malaysia and I'm not that kinda person. *Hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine vodka lime ice cream, tequila 7-up ice cream and all other funny flavours. Now I just need some guinea pigs. Anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : You know you're old when the old woman you help to cross the street is your wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114719412321767811?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114719412321767811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114719412321767811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114719412321767811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114719412321767811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dream-of-ice-cream.html' title='I dream of ice cream'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114702755719273417</id><published>2006-05-08T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T03:00:18.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We should try to think before we talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/1967/640/gameconv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/4/1967/320/gameconv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conversation from game &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, people have said quite a few things and sometimes they don't quite turn out the way they were meant to be. At the railway station close to midnight, we see a police officer and references were made about playing with his gun. Hello Colin and Kero. Anyways, check out the little conversation show above. I was passing time waiting to go for my movie and I happened to be online with these guys. MI-3 was great btw. Action packed with the ocassional comic relief. That dude from Shawn of the Dead was the computer guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aite, thats it for tonight. My time continues to be stolen by some unknown force and at this rate, I'll be late for work. Congrats to Kai for kickin my ass in Yahoo Fantasy Football. Bloody good team selection even though he is in a place where soccer I imagine isn't too popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Any attempt to make a system idiot proof will only challenge God to make a better idiot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114702755719273417?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114702755719273417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114702755719273417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114702755719273417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114702755719273417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-should-try-to-think-before-we-talk.html' title='We should try to think before we talk'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114675887351725370</id><published>2006-05-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:11:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel pretty and witty and GAY</title><content type='html'>I feel stunning&lt;br /&gt;And entrancing&lt;br /&gt;Feel like running&lt;br /&gt;And dancing for joy&lt;br /&gt;For Im loved&lt;br /&gt;By a pretty wonderful BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of work for the week! All the talk this week is about the 2 gay boys and their blog. Also the damm elections but I don't giva damm for now. I can't vote even if I wanted to anyways. Darlin this and darlin that. If you wanna know where is the love, its definately here. I've read the blog and this is Brokeback Mountain revisited. Only that they aren't cowboys and its set in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the day : Hold down your shift and 4 keys at the same time. In about a second you will be making $$$ fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114675887351725370?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114675887351725370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114675887351725370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114675887351725370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114675887351725370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-pretty-and-witty-and-gay.html' title='I feel pretty and witty and GAY'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-114667234939099546</id><published>2006-05-03T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T00:32:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back. Been away from this scene for a while. I haven't figured out how long yet. Couple of peeps been bugging me to update. The freaking outburst about the offensive blogs seems to have died down. Seems that those poor fellas that offended the other races(won't mention names or races) were punished for their so called crimes. Though it seems to me that their punishments seems to act as a deterent for future potential offenders. There have not been anymore offenders, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for mah loyal guests, Doug blogs once again. You know who you guys are. Also for the one in Perth. Keep in touch dude. We'll go out for drinks some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tip/quote/advice for today. Can't think of any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixed chatterbox, poll and removed that lousy warjunkie blog. Replaced with official Liverpool website. No need to hide where my allegiance lies. Will get round to messing with HTML soon. Check back for updates y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-114667234939099546?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/114667234939099546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=114667234939099546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114667234939099546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/114667234939099546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112593688990552484</id><published>2005-09-05T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:14:49.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty is pretty subjective</title><content type='html'>What makes a person pretty? Most people can describe pretty. A pretty girl has to have certain factors which you consider pretty. It could be a pretty guy too. I guess thats where we get the term pretty boy. Yeah, I took that outta context. The reason I mention this is not because I doubt The Pan's sexual orientation but because after getting to know this guy for slightly over 2 years, I haven't the slightest idea what type of girls he considers pretty. He is single by the way. Big eyes? Big boobs? Tall? I suppose the latest description of pretty is a girl would be of the one whom he caught a fleeting glance of while walking past a watch shop. We'll have to check this one out. We might have an answer afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While school was not the least interesting, I felt I could have spent those 3 hours more fruitfully. 1 hour watching people copy answers off the board when they clearly didn't not do the homework and another hour on some crap on log files. Can you imagine a one hour talk on a program like Statcounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the day : If you have a problem with eating too much in the evenings, go to bed at 7.30 pm every night and ask your partner to hand cuff you to the bed, you never know, you may solve two problems in one, by spicing up your sex life at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112593688990552484?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112593688990552484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112593688990552484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112593688990552484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112593688990552484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/pretty-is-pretty-subjective.html' title='Pretty is pretty subjective'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112585361906949299</id><published>2005-09-05T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T01:08:43.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think it's time for a new computer</title><content type='html'>All this talk about project with the telecommunications is getting stale. We fresh outta ideas and almost getting nowhere. To top that off, the bloody cable keeps on disconnecting. What a load of crap. Everything to do with the computer is going wrong. Games aren't working and internet isn't stable. It makes the computer at work look like a saint! I never wanted this day to come. The CPU which lies on it's side at my empty desk is looking a lot better then the one I'm using right now. Pretty boring weekend if you're a soccer fan. Internationals aren't really my thing. Caught 2 movies while the weekend blew past as usual. It feels as if somebody is stealing my time. Maybe it's a big conspiracy. They steal my time while I sleep and put it into the following week. That could explain why the week always feels like forever. My imagination never ceases. If only I get a few more bright ideas at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the quote of the day is getting pretty old. Hard to find funny ones all the time. So I figured I'd add a random tip every now and then. Alrighty then. Thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the day : When you take a crap, they say that a sign of good health is when the shit floats. Increased levels of nutrients in the stool (which have not been absorbed by the GI tract) are supplied to the normal bacteria that live in the gut, which in turn produce more gas. This results in more gas-rich stools that float. Don't take too much vegetables because that'll make it really hard to flush the floaters down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112585361906949299?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112585361906949299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112585361906949299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112585361906949299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112585361906949299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/09/think-its-time-for-new-computer.html' title='Think it&apos;s time for a new computer'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112533257743919409</id><published>2005-08-30T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:22:57.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The impending call up</title><content type='html'>I quietly celebrated a milestone today at work. I finally finished the work that came with the huge pile of papers. 3 years worth of information entered into the computer. The day couldn't have got by smoother until 5.10 pm. The good ol boss had to pop by my table at the most inopportune moment. Seeing that I was doing nothing, we had a short and slightly awkward conversation. Come see me first thing tomorrow morning was the sentence ligering in my mind till school started. I wonder what surprises lie in wait for me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was slightly more interesting today. Econs class actually took place towards the end. A class where discussions and views were exchanged compared to the usual boring 1 way conversations between the teacher and the wall. I was surprised that cheap foriegn labour wasn't exactly the apple of many eyes. Ciggets (&lt;em&gt;pronounced see-gerts&lt;/em&gt;) are a new product that we learned about today. Nobel is nobel and noble is noble. Get it right people! I like widgets but are they in anyway connected to ciggets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Why can't the guys next door who don't wear shirts be chicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112533257743919409?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112533257743919409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112533257743919409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112533257743919409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112533257743919409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/impending-call-up.html' title='The impending call up'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112480903484849827</id><published>2005-08-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:57:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi painful evening</title><content type='html'>Running, running&lt;br /&gt;As fast as we can&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we'll make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- No Doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran approximately 3.4km give or take 500 meters. It was dark, I was tired, I couldn't see where I was going and I wished it end sooner. I hope it does not affect my bowling tomorrow. I'd hate to lose again after being beaten by a woman last week. I'm making decent improvement here, winning 1 match out of 6. I don't really care if it was against a woman too. She's the top female bowler. She could have been a man for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was no different from any other. I went to work, had a boring day and beat The Pan at Winning Eleven again. Northern Ireland is unbeatable unless you use the Doug's colour blind cheat code. So there, try harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : My Ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112480903484849827?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112480903484849827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112480903484849827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112480903484849827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112480903484849827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/semi-painful-evening.html' title='Semi painful evening'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112421354766598939</id><published>2005-08-17T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T01:32:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We love to do what we're good at</title><content type='html'>Thats a fact boys. If you're good at playing soccer, there's less reason to hate doing it. If you're suck at computer games, chances are you won't like that game very much. There are some exceptions. Ten goals without reply including a record 6-0 scoreline was how it went down today. Some discussion about Earth, Wind and Fire was cut short because it was heading in the wrong direction. 3 very popular tunes while playing Winning Eleven have emerged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't believe it! (when someone scores against you)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There can be miracles (when you score back)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A moment like this (North Ireland's theme song when they win)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea. Happy Birthday Tiny! Thanks for making the rest of us feel young.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quote of the day : I think smokers invented lighters because smoking makes a person ugly, and they were tired of hearing the same joke all the time:  smoker - "Hey, got a match?"  non-smoker - "Yeah, your face and my butt."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112421354766598939?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112421354766598939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112421354766598939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112421354766598939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112421354766598939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-love-to-do-what-were-good-at.html' title='We love to do what we&apos;re good at'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112412468611827204</id><published>2005-08-16T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:51:26.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got game.......</title><content type='html'>Been a week since I last posted. Hellish week it was and it's gonna be another one of those weeks. Today for the first time in many.......many days, I didn't doze off at work. I'm back on the gaming track. Sad to say I have to totally restart from scratch. It's tough. Everyone is quite happy with their fantasy football teams I see. Some buzz going on about it today. Projects and presentations aside, I got the damm midterm exam coming. Lovely lovely econs. I hate econs. It seems the hungry ghost festival is in full swing. They got parties going on in AMK today. Crazy people swarming to join these parties. They risk life and limb by walking in the middle of the roads. The buring has started up again. Burn baby burn. All em josssticks and paper. Create more haze as if we haven't learnt any lessons from our dumb neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Its good thing kids don't get all their sex ed from porn flicks, cause its more difficult to conceive when you always blow your load on her face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112412468611827204?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112412468611827204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112412468611827204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112412468611827204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112412468611827204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-got-game.html' title='I&apos;ve got game.......'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112352275766537235</id><published>2005-08-09T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:41:39.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day left to enjoy</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty busy enjoying my life these past few days. With National Day marking the end of my long weekend, I'm glad to say I did as much as I could in the last few days. I would somewhat recommend candy fans to go catch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It would be a dream come true if such a place existed. I'd kidnap Charlie Bucket, fake his death and assume his role. I reckon I'll be something between a Charlie Bucket and Alexander Gloop kinda guy. Oompa Loompas may have been misrepresented but it gives me a whole new view on the darkside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had NYDC cheesecake after dinner, they have mudpies and mudslides on their menu. I'd love to show them a thing or two about mudslides. While driving home tonight, Mix FM was announcing that thay have a new DJ. Speaking of which I'm still undecided about being a DHL traffic ranger. "There is a traffic jam along the East Coast Parkway." *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car feels slighty more powerful these days. Maybe it's the crazy priced petrol or the fact that the car had just been serviced about 2 weeks back. Or it could be the radio turned on too loudly and I don't hear the car begging me to stop flooring the accelerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kai for posting more details on Jessica Alba. We know some people will appreciate this more than they say. Her middle name is Marie eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I'll give you $50 if you'll stop trying to tell me how to save money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112352275766537235?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112352275766537235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112352275766537235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112352275766537235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112352275766537235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/1-day-left-to-enjoy.html' title='1 day left to enjoy'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112317042898596125</id><published>2005-08-04T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:04:50.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially for The Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/ja1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/ja1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot hot hot! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tell The Pan when he came round earlier I had something nice to blog for him. I told him he had to wait because I didn't want him to soil my chair. He's left now with Kai so here is the good stuff. I chanced upon this at work as usual. Work stinks but this kinda makes up for it. After dramatically waking up in the middle of the night to puke, work has resumed for 2 days and tommorow is FRIDAY! Yippee! The week has blown by pretty quickly. No comments on my other trashy post on the lovely system here. Sad to say I can only be bitter about the system. I don't have any solutions so I suppose I can't do much about it. I also realised that Annabelle happens to be in the system now. Hope all is well with Tiny. Thats what The Pan calls her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happened on Wednesday. I was due to bowl and after 2 frames, some Sonias realised that my team had no Sonias. It was a requirement that each team had at least 1 Sonai bowling. They created a small scene and I was substituted after having bowled 2 frames. Also recieved my jersey with my name embroidered on my sleeve. Could have looked much worse so I'm quite content with it. I'll now stop blabbing so I can get this post up. Eug, Kai and especially for The Pan, Doug has delivered again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : My manager dropped by and told me to stop using things like "my president is an assclown" in string testing for some of our code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112317042898596125?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112317042898596125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112317042898596125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112317042898596125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112317042898596125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/especially-for-pan.html' title='Especially for The Pan'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112317038683232792</id><published>2005-08-04T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:46:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/ja104.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/ja104.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there Mister Pan&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112317038683232792?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112317038683232792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112317038683232792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112317038683232792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112317038683232792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/hi-there-mister-pan.html' title=''/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112317036898725332</id><published>2005-08-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:46:08.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/ja3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/ja3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooo Nurse!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112317036898725332?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112317036898725332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112317036898725332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112317036898725332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112317036898725332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/helloooooo-nurse.html' title=''/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112290846799651847</id><published>2005-08-01T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:01:08.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadly, I don't get comments</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I pretty much hate the system and I'm glad to be out of it. I am somewhat a product of the system since I've spent at least a decade of my life in it.&lt;br /&gt;Given the tremendous impact exams have on a student's future, it is no surprise that exams are regarded as the most important event in a student's school life. However, one cannot avoid pondering whether examination is really that essential to learning. The worst fault of examinations is their lack of reliability. A good student may be sick or mentally upset while a dull student may do well by correctly 'spotting' a question.&lt;br /&gt;Those few hours are not a reflection of my intelligence or understanding of the subject. It just shows how well I have put in that answer sheet what the examiner wants as answers to those questions in the limited time. The exam system was created to measure abilities and understanding of the subject, now it just the other way round, understanding and ability of the subject is modified to maximise performance in exams.&lt;br /&gt;In this rat race for grades and certificates, exams can no longer be considered as a reflection of my abilities. In fact, they just show that in that limited time, under those given conditions I was able to produce what the examiner wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all those that have embraced this exam system, you have no right to blame its products. Don't blame the player, blame the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I wish more people would conform to stereotypes so I could be more racist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112290846799651847?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112290846799651847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112290846799651847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112290846799651847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112290846799651847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/08/sadly-i-dont-get-comments.html' title='Sadly, I don&apos;t get comments'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112257140559231545</id><published>2005-07-29T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T01:23:25.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anyone that can help me?</title><content type='html'>We've all taken exams before and I for one hate the whole idea of exams but does anyone know why exams are timed? Is the test timed because people who work fast are smarter? (programmer style?) Furthermore, these results eventually decide if you get into college or university. Upon entry, colleges and universities will also look at your school transcript but that only lists the grades you've got based on other time standardized tests. My question is, if the tests aren't supposed to show who's smarter, then what do they prove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any comments are greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I cook so badly, we pray AFTER meals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112257140559231545?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112257140559231545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112257140559231545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112257140559231545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112257140559231545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/is-there-anyone-that-can-help-me.html' title='Is there anyone that can help me?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112239204085162721</id><published>2005-07-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:49:06.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the fuss about Harry Potter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/Hermione.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/Hermione.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best looking witch around &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who know me can tell you I don't give a rats ass about Harry Potter. 6 or 7 books have been written and I've not read anyone of them. On the other hand, 2 or 3 movies have been produced and I've watched them all. I'd be lying if I said that I enjoyed watching these movies but I can tell you that the most interesting development in the story is Emma Watson. I'm quite sure Eug will agree with me on this. There isn't a great deal more I can say about this series of books and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Bitch tells me I got a drinkin problem so I tell her she has an ugly problem and I'm tryin to make it less obvious. We didn't get along so well after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112239204085162721?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112239204085162721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112239204085162721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112239204085162721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112239204085162721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-fuss-about-harry-potter.html' title='Why the fuss about Harry Potter?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112230125981404962</id><published>2005-07-25T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:20:59.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New perk me up song</title><content type='html'>Bad day by Daniel Powter. This is the first song I played when I got home today. With classes moved to Mondays, Mondays will never be the same again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;br /&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee you go&lt;br /&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;br /&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You're taking one down&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;The camera don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you need a blue sky holiday&lt;br /&gt;The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112230125981404962?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112230125981404962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112230125981404962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112230125981404962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112230125981404962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-perk-me-up-song.html' title='New perk me up song'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112222639633536343</id><published>2005-07-25T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:33:16.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were to become a politician</title><content type='html'>Yea, you guys would laugh. Probably laugh till you all fall of your chairs. It's nice and quiet now. Now is that little time between 'damm, that weekend blew by so fast' and 'shit, there's work tomorrow' time. It's a great time for me to sit down to compose and collect my thoughts. I suppose that would be one of the purposes of this blog besides ranting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back home not long ago. Had one of those more pleasant drives home. You know the kind where there are fewer cars on the road and ALL the traffic lights aren't out to slow you down. Yea, thats a nice drving experience to have. The Gods of traffic lights were looking the other way today. No more then 5 seconds at each red light. Most of them even turned green before I had to slow down. Thank you. Thank you. 12 minutes flat from carpark to carpark was all it took from Ang Mo Kio to home. Sometimes, I really wish they would change the name of that place. How bout Eurobridge? Since thats literally what it means. Then again, I was never too good with that language. Goodnews for the sports inclined people who can keep up with the paper chase. The newspapers had something about the sports school accepting students who don't do so well academically. I always knew the paper chase was stifling the growth of most potential sports talents and there are many hidden jewels amongst the school skipping void deck soccer players. It's better to be good at something then not be good at anything at all. Even if you're good at both sports and studies, more often then not, you'd eventually have to chose one over the other in this non compromising society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, I'm not sure if this is more outstanding than a singh in a pink turban but I'll share this with you guys anyways. Mercedes driving in 2 lanes + woman driver + indian. 1 hella freaky combo don't you think? Beats the 'a-chi + so called' combo anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : My band is called Imation CDR 74m 650 MB....have you seen our CD's?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112222639633536343?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112222639633536343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112222639633536343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112222639633536343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112222639633536343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/if-i-were-to-become-politician.html' title='If I were to become a politician'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112187496560133976</id><published>2005-07-20T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T23:56:05.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days........</title><content type='html'>When they said life wasn't fair, you better believe it. I got my ass whipped nicely while bowling in the league. It ALL started to go wrong when I went early to check out my lovely 25 pin handicap. Calculated by some Sonias last week. I knees almost gave in when I saw a single digit there. Small consolation that it was closer to 10 than 1. 8 pins handicap ONLY! SCREWED! Plan FAILED! Then things took a turn for the worse, I was made to be the anchor bowler. Last bowler to bowl, the pressure position, my least comfortable position. I hate playing catch-up. I had the highest average in the team today from the previous rounds. BIG time SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opponent today was a Phr3aking lucky sumbitch! This malay dude, no personal equipment, nothing! Uses a 10 pound house ball and just aims for the head pin. With all of Allah's goodness shining down on him, he had more strikes then splits. I only managed to beat him in the 1st game where I scored 171. 2nd game was a foregone conclusion with a measly 149. My lame excuse would be the changing lane conditions. The 3rd game was a thriller. I was leading and we were even till the 7th frame. Then Allah's gentle breath would blow the last wobbling pin down for him but not for me. I consequently missed the spare due to a poor mental state of mind. He finished with 225 but I overcame a smaller amount of pressure to get 195 and win the series score for the team by 7 pins. Goddammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, exams results are out. 1 distinction and 1 credit ended my anxious wait. My heartfelt thanks goes out to all those who screwed up International Trade so much more then me which helped push me into the next grade bracket. I'd also like to thank those that helped push me into the distinction bracket for Information systems. I'd like to congratulate myself for overcoming biased tutorial results, a shitty project and a even more shitty class test. Keep in mind that despite my final paper heroics, I still couldn't have done it without you peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Consciousness is that annoying time between naps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112187496560133976?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112187496560133976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112187496560133976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112187496560133976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112187496560133976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days........'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112178362996699605</id><published>2005-07-19T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:43:47.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't lookin' for nothin' but a good time</title><content type='html'>This song by Poison is constantly playing in my mind like a spoilt iPod with a jammed repeat button. Sad to say, life just ain't meant to be like that. Other thoughts that ran through my head include 'I don't wanna work', 'are we bowling tonight?', 'why does time pass so slowly in the office?' and the list goes on. I'm pretty sick of hearing about Harry Potter and the Bloody Prince and how JK Rowling is worth a billion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time at work reading Rockson's blog. Too bad he had so few posts but then again it got slightly stale after a while. He also had links to other 'famous' bloggers which led me to talk a peek. He also had this picture of some girl in a pinafore. Nope, she wasn't a school girl, at least not anymore she isn't. She has her own blog going, didn't interest me that much. I must admit it got my imagination going for a while. Nah, not quite the ideal person in that uniform for me though Eug might think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dropped my brother at the driving school. I wonder how anyone can learn to drive at night, except illegally of course. Prolly have a higher chance of backing over some injun rather then into the parking lot. Bowling was cancelled. Some potential practice flys out the window but I'm not too bothered. The Sonia's have informed me that I will be bowling for em tomorrow. I wonder why they're putting me up against such a strong team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Smuggling drugs into Jamaica is like smuggling slimfast into Ethiopia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112178362996699605?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112178362996699605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112178362996699605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112178362996699605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112178362996699605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/aint-lookin-for-nothin-but-good-time.html' title='Ain&apos;t lookin&apos; for nothin&apos; but a good time'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112170533111992833</id><published>2005-07-19T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:55:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo, a double post!</title><content type='html'>I was gonna go to bed already but this can't wait. I was trying to confirm a bowling appointment with a fellow bowler and he gave me this link. Hilarious I tell you. Kai and Eug, you may not wanna read this at work but I encourage you both to read it anyways. Pan, take it as it is and don't gimme any smart mouth comments. To the rest of my visitors, I'm sorry if you can't understand whats going on but believe me, some of us will find this quite funny. You couldn't imagine how many quotes I could get off this guys blog. If I continue reading, I'll be laughing while driving to work tomorrow. Woot! Something to burn up some idle time tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockson.blogspot.com"&gt;www.rockson.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've added a link to PC's blog. Been putting it off for quite a while but it's there now. Thanks for visiting dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112170533111992833?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112170533111992833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112170533111992833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112170533111992833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112170533111992833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/woo-double-post.html' title='Woo, a double post!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112170155615338623</id><published>2005-07-18T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:03:20.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She filled out all right!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/poster_nancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/poster_nancy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alba-licious weekend &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been pretty lazy lately. I wish I could spend the time at work more fruitfully by updating the blog but I rather not. We watched Sin City over the weekend, the group of us. Most of us were willing to oblige The Pan by watching it together or so it seemed. Pretty decent movie to say the least. It was a kinda artful display compared to the usual superhero comic book adaptation. This movie was mostly in black and white with little hints of colours all over. Dinner, bowling and supper rounded up the eventful day. Bowling was a little sad. I haven't quite gotten used to my 'new' bowling ball(Excuses). For the 2nd game, The Pan and I decided to handicap Eug and Annabelle by 50 pins. We were playing for drinks. The game plan was simple, I beat Tiny by 50 pins and Andy will take on Eug. In the end, I beat Tiny by 60 pins! Yahoo! Andy lost to Eug by 40 pins. Bah! You do the maths. Supper at a late night food centre was good and I got lucky. A few more minutes spent chatting would have resulted in a parking ticket from a parking attendant doing overtime. WTF are parking attendants doing out at 2 am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, work + school. Nothing more to it. Oh yeah, supper. A quick fix because Eug and I skipped dinner. Interesting conversation in the car. Looks and personalities. Both gotta be right or else the answer is simple. NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : You don't want to have a situation where there are too many Indian chiefs and no Indians running around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112170155615338623?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112170155615338623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112170155615338623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112170155615338623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112170155615338623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/she-filled-out-all-right.html' title='She filled out all right!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112127158391990525</id><published>2005-07-13T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:21:33.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it for the team.........I think</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day at the Sonia's league. Yep, the FBCS Mixed Doubles handicap league. This isn't exactly my first time bowling league and I have some hazy memories from years back.&lt;br /&gt;So I hurried home from work, did the necessary, showered, changed, prepared my equipment and reached the bowling alley about half an hour before the roll off. I sat down near the entrance to admire some little kid bowling. He looked no more then 10. He had his own stuff, coach and looked like one for the future.(not that I give a hoot about my nation's future in this sport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know exactly what time the league kicked off but the hustle and bustle began to pick up. Sonias hurrying to and fro taking their equipment out of their lockers. Some looked really professional. To my dismay, I saw 2 of them on my lanes. Gawd dammit. First day out, no handicap and up agaisnt the pros. It took me a while to figure out that I could beat them with their handicap despite not having any of my own. Yahoo. Things were looking up. Then the breaking news came. "Hey Doug, just bowl about 130 so you get lotsa handicap." Its team strategy........like whoaaaa......seriously. Ok, so I started concentrating on just 1 lane while I screwed up like a clown on the other. Final score 149.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd game, the instruction was to play catch up with the first bowler. "Doug, you just follow. If she breaks, you break also." Ok simple game. Then it got confusing, "Doug, now you follow the 2nd bowler." I was like WTF WTF WTF although I didn't show it. She had 16 pins handicap on me. Oh wells, 148 final score and beat her by some ways as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd game, finally some decency. "Doug, go get maximum score." I was like yahoo! Finally some space to do my own thing. Started of with a lucky 4 in a row. No open frames till the 8th when they said' "Doug, you're doing too well, please miss the last 2 frames to maintain the handicap for next week." I was slightly flabbergasted but not totally shocked that they keep changing their minds. So I intentionally missed and made it look so real they were clapping at my 'kelongness'. Final score 207. They happily calculated my handicap for next week which was the maximum of 25. Whoohoo! I know what that means. Bowl 170 pins means 195. I was like whoaaa as the thoughts set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New action performed today : Sandbagging.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : To downplay or misrepresent one's ability in a game or activity in order to deceive (someone), especially in gambling. Doing badly while the stakes are low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Good looking women are like parking spaces. They're either taken or they're handicapped&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112127158391990525?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112127158391990525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112127158391990525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112127158391990525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112127158391990525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-did-it-for-teami-think.html' title='I did it for the team.........I think'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112116764153736615</id><published>2005-07-12T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:40:57.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You could make a decent weapon outta these</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/durian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Mister Pan like some? &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being known as the King of Fruits, the durian is not liked by everyone. I suppose that goes for most Kings including the King of Pop. Its distinctive features are a hard outer &lt;span&gt;husk which &lt;/span&gt;is covered with sharp, &lt;span&gt;prickly thorns and a strong, distinctive odour which emits from the flesh within. Some regard this odour as fragrant(thats some of us), while the uninitiated may find it overpowering or even offensive(thats you Mister Pan). The thing is, this smell often puts people including myself off. I dislike the way it remains on your fingers even after washing it &lt;span&gt;countless times with soap. I'm currently in the process of experiencing this because I just had some last night. The same cannot be said about the taste. Some Westerners have described it like eating custard in a public lavatory. It seems to me that if you can get past the smell, you wouldn't mind eating the fruit itself. This drives me to find out what makes the durian smell so pungent to some, bearable to some and even likable to others. What is known about the durian is that the ripe flesh is a complex hybrid of volatile sulfurous compounds, not all of which have been identified. These compounds oxidise upon exposure to air and are responsible for the complex flavours that develop. Tah dah! That is the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Quote of the day : I'm gonna make my thesis opensource so developers all round the world can work on it for me.&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/8614312-112116764153736615?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112116764153736615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112116764153736615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112116764153736615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112116764153736615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-could-make-decent-weapon-outta.html' title='You could make a decent weapon outta these'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112101901332738989</id><published>2005-07-11T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T02:41:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/InvisibleWoman-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/InvisibleWoman-1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Storm NEVER looked this good in the comics &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I took leave from work. No Monday blues for me this week. Saturday was jam packed with stuff to do. Got woken up by The Pan at unearthly 7.50 am to get up to go to school. Damm school lasted till about 3.40 pm. Painful painful but not the worst ever. The lesson learnt; class geeks will always be f-ing class geeks. They freaking beat you to everything except being you. Damm these freakos. A bunch of us watched Fantastic Four after class. Decent show to say the least. Having Jessica Alba made it all the better. Then it was off to bowling again. I was convinced to go bowl by an ex-team mate. First mistake was to use 2 totally unfavourable balls. I dragged 2 of the oldest bowling balls to the bowling alley without thinking why I never liked using them in the first place. They were uncomfortable as hell. I averaged about 150 winning a couple of bets in the process. I love winning free drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing about the movie that kinda dissappointed me was Dr Doom. His story somewhat differed from the comics. As to how he got that scar and the mask, it goes something like this. I borrowed this from wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The focus of Doom's research was to construct a trans-dimensional projection device with which he could communicate with his dead mother. There was a flaw in the design which Richards pointed out to him, but Doom's pride prevented him from accepting Richards' advice and fixing the device before testing it. The machine worked perfectly for two minutes and 37 seconds, in which time Doom discovered that his mother was trapped in Mephisto's Hell. Then the device exploded, permanently marring his right cheek with a long, jagged scar. Other Marvel stories have advanced the idea that Doom is massively and permanently scarred all over his face. Whatever the truth about his appearance may be Doom refused to acknowledge his own fault in the matter and blamed Richards for the accident, finding it easier to believe that Richards had sabotaged his work out of jealousy than admit to his own imperfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doom was expelled from school afterward, and traveled the world searching for a cure for his scarred face. In some versions the scarring was not particularly severe, but Doom was overly sensitive about it as a symbol of his failure. Eventually Doom discovered a village of Tibetan monks amongst whom he lived for a number of years. They assisted him in crafting a suit of body armor that concealed his "deformity," and in some versions of the story (small-scar Doom) seriously burning himself when he ordered the mask be put on while it was still red-hot. This suit would become his trademark, and thanks to his technological enhancements puts him on par in terms of personal power with most superheroes in the Marvel universe. He then returned to his homeland, overthrew the standing government, and crowned himself king. Ruling with an iron fist and an equally strong will, Doom began to redirect the small nation's resources to help him realize his goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Fantastic Four, their story was just a lil bit off. The movie describes them as going to space in one of Victor Von Doom's inventions. In the comics, it goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fantastic Four acquired their superhuman abilities after an experimental rocket designed by the scientist Reed Richards passed through a storm of cosmic rays on its test flight. Upon crash landing back on Earth, the four occupants of the craft found themselves transformed and possessed of bizarre new abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Alba makes up for all of this. I'm looking forward to Part 2 of this movie if ever there's part 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : It's clobberin' time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112101901332738989?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112101901332738989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112101901332738989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112101901332738989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112101901332738989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekend-goes-on.html' title='The weekend goes on'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112075252248280747</id><published>2005-07-07T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:08:42.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skool's in......</title><content type='html'>Back to school once again. Same lecturer, same wry humour which no one in class seems to understand and same strict time constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that happened in the last few days :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was invited to bowl in a Filipino bowling league (Them Sonias are good)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left 1 bowling ball in the shop to be re-plugged (KIV the rest of the balls to follow suit)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More last minute work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got blocked from commenting on Annabelle's site while using the office PC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got paid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slightly aggrieved by a combination of factors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quote of the day : The Middle East is similar to the US because it has societies that treat women as totally inferior while America's got Maxim, Stuff and Eminem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112075252248280747?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112075252248280747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112075252248280747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112075252248280747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112075252248280747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/skools-in.html' title='Skool&apos;s in......'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112049396746673508</id><published>2005-07-05T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:19:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear me, where did the weekend go?</title><content type='html'>Jeez, one blink and it's over but 9 hours at work seems like eternity. Bowled on Sat night with my old bowling pals. So nice to see em again. Especially when I bowl better them them. Sadly, I lost in the second game by 1 measly pin and had to buy drinks all round. Overall decent with 155.5 average for 4 games. I hope it gets better because I promised too bowl with them again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday flew past in a hurry as well, spent a good part of the day watching the World Pool Championships on telly. What a waste, 1 whole week of good pool and I've got work. I like what Kai says. The Pan is becoming a freaking tour guide. We'll see what other places of war interest he posts next. Come on dude, almost 400 hits on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that if you make coffee with luke warm water, the coffee mate doesn't dissove and you get a cup of sour coffee. Yucks. Also, I accomplished another honey prata + ice cream to WC race. All the creamy goodness......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : If you're approaching a fat person from the front, as you get near, start drifting towards them, going "WoooaaaH' then start circling around them, screaming "I CANT BREAK ORBIT, CAPTAIN!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112049396746673508?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112049396746673508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112049396746673508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112049396746673508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112049396746673508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-dear-me-where-did-weekend-go.html' title='Oh dear me, where did the weekend go?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112023705325566771</id><published>2005-07-02T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T00:57:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the love for last minute work</title><content type='html'>Friday is 5.30 day. Not just for me but for everybody in the office. But at 5.30pm sharp, as I was about to scoot off from the dreaded workplace, I got called back from the lift. WTF! Given a stack of papers and a set of instructions. Well, 2 hours of overtime pay isn't too bad but I'm not used to leaving the office after the sun sets. Not cool at all. The bus was relatively empty but still took a whole hour to get to my bus stop. Couldn't they have said anything earlier? Or were they just too lazy to walk over to my desk. This could be the one disadvantage of not having a phone at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've scoured the internet for stuff to read and today I chanced upon this article on msn.com about getting fired for blogging. The best news so far is that I never EVER access my blog from work. Not to post, not to edit the template, not to view anything. I don't reveal sensitive information about the company I work for and thats where it stops. Does my company have blogging policies? I don't think so. Do I wanna ask the boss if it's ok to blog? Hell no. I wouldn't want him reading my blog. Apparently you are also not supposed to badmouth your co workers or something to that extent. The next question and answer would seriously put me in doubt. Although it refers to the law in New Jersey, whats to stop it from happening here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can my employer fire me if I blog from home on my own time?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The odds of your company perusing your blog is slim. "But if your boss should see your blog and be offended by something there, in most states you have virtually no protection against being fired," says Lewis Maltby, president of the National Workrights Institute in Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for free speech..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Swedish rodeo is like taking a hot swedish chick from behind, bend over to her ear and whisper "i have aids", then try to keep your penis inside of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112023705325566771?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112023705325566771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112023705325566771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112023705325566771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112023705325566771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-love-for-last-minute-work.html' title='Why the love for last minute work'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112013840516433659</id><published>2005-06-30T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:33:25.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Thursday but I ain't complaining</title><content type='html'>There's usually skool today. The tech people came round today. I found out that they changed the gateway for my internet connection because I needed to access the company's database in Malaysia. Simple things to techies that disrupt normal activities for others. Tried to spruce up my blog but didn't look too nice. I wasn't too sure of what I was doing anyway. Didn't want to screw it all up for good. Despite saying that I didn't wanna be identified by nationality, I gave in to the weather thing. I compromised and stuffed it right at the very bottom. If you do happen to see it, you'd realise thats its freaking hot here all year round. BTW, Prince Charming's blog is pretty cool now. I popped by today. Nice windmills and stuff going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I tore up my room looking for the receipt for my 'broken speakers' to return them when all I had to do is plug them in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112013840516433659?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112013840516433659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112013840516433659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112013840516433659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112013840516433659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/boring-thursday-but-i-aint-complaining.html' title='Boring Thursday but I ain&apos;t complaining'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-112005246846523465</id><published>2005-06-29T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T21:41:08.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee, it's Wedneday</title><content type='html'>I was telling myself the moment I reached the office " Hang in there Doug, only 9 hours to go"&lt;br /&gt;Things were looking good when Yahoo Pool loaded. Then I anxiously took my first shot and.......IT HUNG! Phreaking webmarshal program. I swear I'd kick the shit outta it if was only a physical barrier. Overall, it wasn't such a bad day, there was work to be done. I was reading The Pan's blog until somebody somebody wanted something something. Kept me busy for pretty much the whole day. Happened to stumble upon a new weather website as well. Pretty darn good if I don't say so myself. &lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/global/stations/48698.html"&gt;http://www.wunderground.com/global/stations/48698.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to know if I need to bring an umbrella out to lunch. Helps pass time as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 o'clock. Bam, rain. Just as the weather forecast forecasted. I boarded the bus looking forward to getting home. There's JAG on telly. One Tree Hill too. Gotta enjoy the little things in life, even if they're only TV shows. It's 9.30 now. Already done watching One Tree Hill. JAG is at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of days back, during the exam period, Eug and I were discussing how Michael Jackson's Thriller is a great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart&lt;br /&gt;You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it&lt;br /&gt;You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're paralyzed'&lt;br /&gt;Cause this is thriller, thriller night&lt;br /&gt;And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike&lt;br /&gt;You know it's thriller, thriller night&lt;br /&gt;You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a typical walk on the darkside if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Bearing in mind all rap songs are about sex, drugs, and how they were fucked up the arse as a child...... there aint much to choose from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-112005246846523465?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/112005246846523465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=112005246846523465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112005246846523465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/112005246846523465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/yippee-its-wedneday.html' title='Yippee, it&apos;s Wedneday'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111997671376885437</id><published>2005-06-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:38:33.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the same old same old......or so I thought</title><content type='html'>It was a blooming hot day and I could feel it from inside the office. Boredom coupled with the crazy heatwave and the stupid webmarshal software which suddenly came into exsistence on my PC can sure ruin a otherwise normal day. Stupid people have the thermostat set on 26 fucking degrees in the office. They must have been trying real hard to fry their brains. The webmarshal software completes a horrible day like a sweet caramel topping on ice cream. It won't let me play any Yahoo pool. It won't even let me visit wikipedia. WTF! WTF! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left promptly at 1730 hrs sharp. With the internet disabled like a man with no hands and 1 leg, there was absolutely no reason to waste more time in that microwave of an office. I got round to watching Initial D. Weird at first due to the chinese dubbing but I got used to it after a while. I would have prefered to see the film as it was in cantonese. Couple of honkie tonks posing as Japanese comic characters. The unique selling proposition was the winning car. A soapbox like car which can go faster then other modern technologe. Realistically, it broke down. Unrealistically, they fixed it and it got even faster. The tubby guy was the comic relief and Anne Suzuki wasn't too bad. The ideal girlfriend maybe but I think it could be an overdose of cuteness. Overall, I enjoyed the laughs more then anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Women are like hurricanes. When they come, they're wet and wild but when they go, they take your house and car&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111997671376885437?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111997671376885437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111997671376885437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111997671376885437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111997671376885437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-same-old-same-oldor-so-i.html' title='Back to the same old same old......or so I thought'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111988987661896975</id><published>2005-06-28T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T00:31:16.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the simple</title><content type='html'>Aloha, been pretty quiet on the blogfront due to the exams. Sad to say, the chance of me passing International Trade lies in the hands of my fellow classmates. Why does it always have to be econs. No matter how difficult a subject gets, nothing beats econs. Bah! Every term, some people have to fail this subject due to the oversized class and the bell curve marking standards. This term, I fear it won't be the case. The chance of me passing depends on how many other econo-idiots do worse then me. For once, please let me be on the good side of moderation. I think i've done enough of these favours in one academic lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier tonight, we had a durian party. After dim sum in Hookerville again, we crossed the road where there were a few fruit stalls. Most of us had durians and coconuts. Funny combination to say the least. The Pan stuck to his coconut while enduring the empty threats of being pelted or smeared with durians. I give him credit for sitting with us while we semi-feasted on the strong smelling fruit. This time round, it was quantity over quality. 2 rounds of 3 for 10 dollar durians and we were done for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few days, I was fortunated enough to enjoy eating at Carl's Jr. Seems that someone franchised this burger chain. Pretty costly but definately worth a try. I had a Guacamole Bacon Burger or something to that extent. The onion rings are pretty good too. To top that off, free flow of drinks to round off the set meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody understands the meaning of being asleep but at the same time conscious of the surroundings. Please feel free to enlighten a few simple minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Watermelon is watery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111988987661896975?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111988987661896975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111988987661896975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111988987661896975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111988987661896975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-bad-and-simple.html' title='The good, the bad and the simple'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111958833917857351</id><published>2005-06-24T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T12:47:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Hookerville</title><content type='html'>Today, Eug had to go home to grab some stuff. On the way back, we stopped by Geylang to grab dinner. After enduring a 2 lane pile up because some jerk parked on the wrong side of the road which led to a cement truck being held up, we managed to get a parking space a few lanes away from where we wanted to eat. Halfway through the meal, we were pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face sit down at the next table. Who else but the lovely Pheromona. The girl who The Pan was attracted to. She came along with 2 other friends. 1 'guy' and another girl. The girl looked quite cute with the braces and all. We didn't bother to say hello or anything. She wasn't exactly friendly by nature. We were however speculating on why she was dressed up so nicely just to eat. We concluded that whatever the hell she was doing would still be an honest living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I did tech support for a day before I quit when someone asked me whats double clicking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111958833917857351?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111958833917857351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111958833917857351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111958833917857351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111958833917857351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/visit-to-hookerville.html' title='Visit to Hookerville'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111945942726080447</id><published>2005-06-23T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:20:56.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Added these chappies to my tank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/Nimbochromis%20venustus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/Nimbochromis%20venustus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimbochromis venustus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of em to be exact. Nice camouflage patterns on these 2. Apparently they change colour when they grow older. We'll see if that ever happens. Can't tell the difference between the 2 but I wanted to name em after those blokes on The Pan's blog since they reminded me of the army. Halsey, Ozawa, Percival.......bunch of fags. Heck, I'll stick to Harm and Mac. Also paid 10 bucks for a piece of acrylic to stop the water from spattering when the bubbles hit the surface. That water jumping into the light above the fish tank spells doom for a lot more then just the fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at the darkside with Eug again. Every journey there is an adventure by itself. We just made it more exciting by going a little later. 8pm. Total darkness. In and out without tempting fate by staying longer then we should have to. Driving in narrow lanes with many shadowy figures lurking everywhere was very difficult for me. It was hard to stay on the road and not run any of them over. After dinner, I was very pleased to find that my handphone which I left in the car was not stolen. They say when in Rome, do like the Romans. Everybody and anybody walking around in these parts will get in the way of moving vehicles. A tip to anybody who decides to go to this part of town. Never run over a chinese guy in these parts; they can afford lawyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Aging is like underware......it creeps up on you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111945942726080447?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111945942726080447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111945942726080447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111945942726080447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111945942726080447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/added-these-chappies-to-my-tank.html' title='Added these chappies to my tank'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111927601601871012</id><published>2005-06-20T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:00:16.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the exams!</title><content type='html'>Yahoo! The work week has ended just as it started! Thats the way work should be, Monday to Monday and I mean the same Monday. These days, I seem to meet my neighbours quite often. This happens in the evenings as I come back from work. Those little curry munchers are always coming up the lift after their communal bath in the swimming pool. Who could blame em, we don't have that many rivers here compared to thier homeland. Would you be surprised if they got their water cut off? I shouldn't think that is the case because I still do smell the curry cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me for the exams. After being robbed in class by stringent robot like grading systems by a certain Master of artificial intelligence, I figured that I should have just continued studying in the local education system. Why bother about thinking for yourself and knowing how to apply what you learnt? You'd get your marks deducted all the same for not following the textbook closely enough. Another thing this master has in common with A.I is that both his lessons and the movie sucked. Only Juan Sebastian and friends would have learnt anything from him if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information Systems&lt;br /&gt;Assignment 1 (10%) + RQs (20%) + Assignment 2 (25%) + Test (10%) + Final Exam (35%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/10 for assignment 1. Thank god for non robotic marking and appreciation for good language and answers. 15.33/20 for RQs. Couldn't have gotten more even if I tried. My reward for passing up RQ4 early was no guidelines and almost certainly lower grades. 6/10 for the RIGGED access test. That puts me at 29.33 out of a possible 40. 18 or 19 out of 25 for my access project would be a fair reflection of the effort put in despite being last minute work. Hope still exists because a HUMAN is grading that assignment. That ideally puts me at about 48/65. Holy crap, that is still some ways to getting a distinction. 22/35. I guess it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my other exam, it's much simpler. Econs = DOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : The thing you gotta remember about the Japanese is, they're crafty and they speak a different language&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111927601601871012?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111927601601871012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111927601601871012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111927601601871012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111927601601871012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/bring-on-exams.html' title='Bring on the exams!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111902075643073737</id><published>2005-06-17T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:50:09.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say chinese eat almost anything</title><content type='html'>It can easily be documented that some Chinese do eat some very strange and exotic animals and animal parts such as pig intestines, century eggs, durians. From these common things to monkey brains and animal penises, it seems that every culture has its own menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Clark Quay, Jumbo Seafood. I'm beginning to not like seafood. I noticed that the place was packed with people. The 3 main groups were european, chinese and the others. The others were only made up of about 30% Sonias and 70% injuns. From the tables that had more then 1 race, the europeans either sat with chinese with funny wannabe accents or Sonias or injuns or a combination. The table I was facing was made up a older couple and 2 younger couples. Presumably 2 parents and their 2 sons. The slighly more interesting part is that each son had a different date/partner. The family was French maybe because they spoke french and there was 1 Sonia and 1 injun. The table wasn't exactly on the right frequency so I noticed the injun and the Sonia talking to each other quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the intention to generalize but it does seem that some europeans do actually go out with other races. My question is, is injun pussy on their menu? I only ask this because most of the Sonias look like cross-dressers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : If you have problem with women, I suggest you keep your spirits up by keeping your standards low.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111902075643073737?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111902075643073737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111902075643073737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111902075643073737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111902075643073737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/they-say-chinese-eat-almost-anything.html' title='They say chinese eat almost anything'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111876228462015499</id><published>2005-06-14T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:26:31.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honky Tonks + Skool Fees = 2 bad days</title><content type='html'>Last night I paid a visit to good ol Pops. He came back to Singapore and was expecting me to visit. I planned my time properly so I could reach his place at 8 sharp. I knew how he could nag if I was late. By the time I got back, my dumbass brother insisted on going to the gym. Why isn't he in camp anyway? They should lock him up, throw away the key and only let him out when I say so. So he arranged to meet Pops at 8.30. No surprise, he was late for that as well. All went well at Pops place until I went downstairs. There was a bigass Merc parked in front of my car. How da fuck am I spose to leave? I looked up the guard in the guard house and he started giving me crap. 'Why you park in the residents lot? Are you a visitor? Is this your first time here? Why didn't you park at the visitors lot? I kena screw by the fella because of you! You dunno him ah, He one kind one you know.' So I lied, 'So sorry, my first time here. Visitors lots were full.' Who could blame the mat for getting some stick. The enitre race was made to take stick from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the mat went to get the Merc owner. Pushed the button on the intercom and said, 'Ah, the fella who parked in your lot is here.' The voice over belonged to some lady. She rudely said, ' Tell them to wait there.' What a dumb bitch. Where else could I go? I imagine her to be fat and ugly. Probably interupted her while she was stuffing her face at her dinner table. Why else would she need such a big car anyway? The stupid mat security guard walked past in a huff and sad, 'Hah, now you will get to know the fella.' I was prepared to face Fatso. Minutes later, this guy comes down and looks around. Tall fifty-something and condemmed by me the moment he opened his mouth to speak. In a unsatisfied honky tonk accent, 'Is this your car?' (WTF?!?!?! was he dumb?) 'You cannot just park anywhere you want. This is a private lot. Didn't you see the number painted on the floor? If the visitors lots are full then you should park outside. You cannot just park anywhere you like.' (Tape recorder spoilt) SO I SAY, 'I'm sorry. Didn't mean to park in your lot'......blah blah blah extra politely while cursing silently while he got into his car. Lied once more that it was my first time here. Zoomed off and headed home. What a fucking piece of chink shit. To go through all that trouble because of a parking lot? Bejeebus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did not go down well either. Was disturbed by plently of sms and calls from the only 2 people involved in paying my school fees. I thought I was keeping up my part of the deal by doing decently in school and staying in school till I graduate but it isn't so. The only 2 people in my life with the moolah wanna make my life a living hell with their stupid money. You pay for my fees and I get mah freaking degree. END OF STORY!&lt;br /&gt;2 bad days topped off with no air-con better end tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : $2.95?!!? Listen Punjab! Why don't you pack your slurpee machine on the back of your @%*!# elephant and you can both start swimmin' east 'til you hit the Ganges!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111876228462015499?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111876228462015499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111876228462015499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111876228462015499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111876228462015499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/honky-tonks-skool-fees-2-bad-days.html' title='Honky Tonks + Skool Fees = 2 bad days'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111866448151172563</id><published>2005-06-13T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:08:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally got the project outta my hair</title><content type='html'>Everything went according to plan. Even the pre celebrations. Honey pratas with ice cream to cap of each night of mind boggling experiments with MS Access. Of course some will find this more mind boggling then others but we all got thru in the end. The database looks and functions decently, the user guide was made for morons and it was capped topped of with 1 day work schedules and 10 minute test logs. Many congratulations to myself for being able to 'compute' and to Eug for winning a 3 day 2 night stay at Jervios Rd. Many thanks to Kai. If not for him, we wouldn't have had so much fun beating The Pan at Winning Eleven. Also many thanks to The Pan for saying the darndest things. Congratulations for beating us at Winning Eleven once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : You know you have to stop using the medication when you are enjoying the side effects too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111866448151172563?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111866448151172563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111866448151172563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111866448151172563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111866448151172563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-got-project-outta-my-hair.html' title='Finally got the project outta my hair'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111833294997510292</id><published>2005-06-09T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T00:02:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The game plan is out</title><content type='html'>Project Soccer Database&lt;br /&gt;Deadline : Monday 1700 hrs&lt;br /&gt;Days left: 3&lt;br /&gt;Today : school takes a backseat, another project outing bites the dust. Andy loses at Winning Eleven. His theory that 2 players are not better against 1 player has yet to be proven.&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Finish application development and run tests&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Finish documentation and user guide to database&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : Finish what we didn't finish on Friday and Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : When my friends go on diets, I discourage them. This is because I really just want them to be fatter than me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111833294997510292?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111833294997510292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111833294997510292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111833294997510292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111833294997510292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/game-plan-is-out.html' title='The game plan is out'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111815758232148001</id><published>2005-06-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T23:19:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Tuesday</title><content type='html'>As usual, I met up with Eug and The Pan for our weekly project discussion. In actual fact it is a weekly dinner and laughs session. So anyhows, The Pan decided to start his own blog for profit orientated reasons. Though I don't see the connection with money and war history, we'll wait and see if gaytimes.blogspot.com was a better idea. The Pan was an absolute NOOB with HTML. Who can blame him? A little(alot of) help here and there and his blog was spruced up with pictures and bigger space. Got rid of this and that, added a bit of something else and tahdah! &lt;a href="http://www.warjunkiez.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.warjunkiez.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; was REBORN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got round to visiting Annabelle's blog. Not too bad I must say. Also, the review board (Eug and The Pan) decided that I should save the class pics from Kai for another time. They weren't too good anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I like bigger boobs, but you should never sacrifice perkiness for size. &lt;em&gt;Sophie Howard (Nuts Magazine 27 May - 2 June 2005)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111815758232148001?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111815758232148001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111815758232148001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111815758232148001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111815758232148001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/project-tuesday.html' title='Project Tuesday'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111805399005438736</id><published>2005-06-06T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:35:44.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to move it move it. I like to move it move it...........</title><content type='html'>Bloody monday again but hey, the weekend was pretty good. Watched Madagascar. The friggin lemur is good. Sacha Baron Cohen better known as Ali G played the voice of King Julian. He kept me from falling asleep. I also won't be posting anymore pics from my trip to Hong Kong. Too frigging many and Kai sent me some pics from class! I'll post em real soon. Tonight hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a bit late but it's still worth looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spicyparis.com/"&gt;http://www.spicyparis.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Carl's Jr to thank for this stuff. This burger joint has a pretty good website too. Keep in mind it's a burger joint. The home of the 6 dollar burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carlsjr.com/home"&gt;http://www.carlsjr.com/home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mat, who was in Primary 3, came home from school one day and asked his father, "Bapak, today in school, me and friends had competisen, see who's cock the biggest, lah. My cock bigger than all, lah. Why ah? Because I melayu, issit? The father sighed and looked at him and said, "No lah. Because you're eighteen years old."&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mister Pan for submitting this joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Just pull down your pants and chase her around. She's bound to fall down sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111805399005438736?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111805399005438736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111805399005438736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111805399005438736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111805399005438736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-like-to-move-it-move-it-i-like-to.html' title='I like to move it move it. I like to move it move it...........'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111805305067207658</id><published>2005-06-06T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:17:30.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/paris-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/paris-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do to be the burger?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111805305067207658?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111805305067207658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111805305067207658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111805305067207658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111805305067207658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-would-you-do-to-be-burger.html' title=''/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111805302544541459</id><published>2005-06-06T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:17:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/mrssmith.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/mrssmith.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do to be Mr Smith?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111805302544541459?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111805302544541459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111805302544541459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111805302544541459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111805302544541459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-would-you-do-to-be-mr-smith.html' title=''/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780611165512255</id><published>2005-06-03T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:49:10.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded in a shopping centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what 'Amber' means &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sign at Pacific Place. The other shopping mall where I had to wait about an hour before I took another cab home. Fortunately it only rained 1 time throughout the entire trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780611165512255?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780611165512255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780611165512255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780611165512255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780611165512255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/stranded-in-shopping-centre.html' title='Stranded in a shopping centre'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780615303794390</id><published>2005-06-03T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:46:49.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big ass thunderstorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's heavier than it looks &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it safely back to International Finance Centre (IFC). Day 1 ends with this big ass thunderstorm. Tried to take a cab home but there was an accident on Old Peak Road. Got dropped off at another mall instead to wait for the accident to be cleared up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780615303794390?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780615303794390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780615303794390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780615303794390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780615303794390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/big-ass-thunderstorm.html' title='Big ass thunderstorm'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780600704148067</id><published>2005-06-03T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:28:24.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Mo Temple on Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many haze factories &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780600704148067?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780600704148067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780600704148067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780600704148067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780600704148067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/man-mo-temple-on-hollywood.html' title='Man Mo Temple on Hollywood'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780577296058479</id><published>2005-06-03T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:27:29.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literally going to school in Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting schooled in Hollywood &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood road is also known as 'Antique Street'. There are plently of antiques, including the people selling them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780577296058479?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780577296058479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780577296058479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780577296058479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780577296058479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/literally-going-to-school-in-hollywood.html' title='Literally going to school in Hollywood'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780860103207361</id><published>2005-06-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:25:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flying Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know he could fly &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot from the mid level escalators&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780860103207361?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780860103207361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780860103207361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780860103207361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780860103207361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/flying-pan.html' title='The Flying Pan'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780573666918613</id><published>2005-06-03T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:21:51.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire hunters or hired assassins?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice uniforms! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fooling around on the escalators and managed to get a shot of these 2 walking down the hill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780573666918613?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780573666918613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780573666918613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780573666918613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780573666918613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/vampire-hunters-or-hired-assassins.html' title='Vampire hunters or hired assassins?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780559148084223</id><published>2005-06-03T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:20:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The true meaning of 'Public Toilet'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the road towards central &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dumping the luggage, we headed straight out to lunch. On the way down the mountain, we passed by this public toilet. Build right next to the road in a back alley. The roads here are not only narrow, they're also 1 way! Getting around really means going around. Roads intertwine up and down the mountain. A really confusing place to be driving if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780559148084223?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780559148084223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780559148084223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780559148084223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780559148084223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/true-meaning-of-public-toilet.html' title='The true meaning of &apos;Public Toilet&apos;'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780563969643019</id><published>2005-06-03T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:33:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0192.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0192.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you aren't supposed to play on the escalators?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780563969643019?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780563969643019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780563969643019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780563969643019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780563969643019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/who-says-you-arent-supposed-to-play-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780555231395947</id><published>2005-06-03T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:14:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the bedroom &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back from the Ritz to number 18 Old Peak Road. Took 1 set of lifts to level L8, walked accross to the farthest block, met a super cute receptionist, continued up another set of lifts to level 14 and finally reached unit 14A. As you step out from the lift, a wafting smell of indian cuisine can be picked up by the unsuspecting visitor. DUM DUM DUM! Unit 14B! Indians! Everyday hence forth, it would be curry day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780555231395947?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780555231395947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780555231395947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780555231395947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780555231395947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-home.html' title='Finally home'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780547078359485</id><published>2005-06-03T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:06:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free phone = good service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Ritz Carlton &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching Hong Kong station, I was mislead by some inaccurate information from my Dad. Hence I wandered off to Central station which was quite a fair walk from where I was supposed to be picked up. Being resourceful as usual, I headed to the Ritz to look for a phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780547078359485?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780547078359485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780547078359485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780547078359485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780547078359485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/free-phone-good-service.html' title='Free phone = good service'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780539468752711</id><published>2005-06-03T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:03:10.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 noisy bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention ugly too? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bitches sat behind me during the flight. Non stop talking in high pitched voices. Almost enough to make a person want to jump out of the plane. They sat right next to the emergency exit. It was either gonne be me or them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780539468752711?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780539468752711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780539468752711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780539468752711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780539468752711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/3-noisy-bitches.html' title='The 3 noisy bitches'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780525850775816</id><published>2005-06-03T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:27:38.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0145.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0145.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Airport Express&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780525850775816?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780525850775816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780525850775816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780525850775816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780525850775816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/inside-airport-express.html' title=''/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780495025715851</id><published>2005-06-03T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:59:51.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gate 48. Probably the cheapest and worst parking lot a plane could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats mysterious me looking at the plane which I would eventually board and make it to Hong Kong in 1 piece. The walk to the gate is really far. Right at the end of the airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780495025715851?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780495025715851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780495025715851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780495025715851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780495025715851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/journey-begins.html' title='The journey begins'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780509474918091</id><published>2005-06-03T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:24:54.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0125.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0125.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside a budget airliner&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780509474918091?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780509474918091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780509474918091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780509474918091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780509474918091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/inside-budget-airliner.html' title=''/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111780694969123655</id><published>2005-06-03T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T21:59:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long walk to the gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMG_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMG_0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're everywhere aren't they? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they are getting deported. Awfully many of them at 6.30am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111780694969123655?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111780694969123655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111780694969123655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780694969123655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111780694969123655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-walk-to-gate.html' title='The long walk to the gate'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111765348732954019</id><published>2005-06-02T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T03:18:07.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the land of Honky Tonks</title><content type='html'>Aloha. Finally back. The dream has ended and reality is beginning to set in. Very saddening thought but plently of lovely moments to look back on. Most of it captured on camera. Finally sorted out the photos and I'll post some soon. Can't post em all for sure but I'll try to post as many as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys haven't heard indians speaking fluent cantonese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111765348732954019?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111765348732954019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111765348732954019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111765348732954019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111765348732954019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-from-land-of-honky-tonks.html' title='Back from the land of Honky Tonks'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111694521876519579</id><published>2005-05-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:33:38.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll topic change</title><content type='html'>Seeing that I've not posted much over the last week, heres a double post for today. It's still kinda early to sleep and I've still got a lil bit of crap left in me. So Pornstar has topped the polls. All 9 votes of it. Sorry Pan, MALF has to take a backseat here but I know where you're coming from. Came across some interesting stuff today. Form porn to more porn to something closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hardcore teddy banned from Zurich bear parade"&lt;br /&gt;ZURICH (Reuters) - A giant dominatrix teddy bear wearing a leather mask and brandishing hand-cuffs has been banned from sober Zurich's street display of man-sized model bears, the project's artistic director said on Tuesday. The offending bear, which sports bright red lipstick, a corset and thigh-length leather boots, stands atop a pedestal bearing the words "first class service".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sex toys, porno stars in Erotic Expo"&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK (Reuters) - Sex tech, titillating toys and porn stars featured in a seedy carnival of carnal pleasures across the street from Madison Square Garden on Saturday at New York's first Erotic Expo. Tera Patrick, Britney Rears and Tiffany Mynx were among the popular porno queens posing for pictures with fans in the two-day event that ended Saturday, while product innovators flogged everything from patented condoms to art object dildos, and an exercise program devised to make a man's private parts bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my personal favourite for today.&lt;br /&gt;"Indian woman chops off husband's penis"&lt;br /&gt;LUCKNOW, India (Reuters) - A young woman chopped off her husband's penis with a kitchen knife in northern India over his "blatant indulgence in womanising and drinking", police said on Saturday." I wanted to teach him a lesson for his blatant indulgence in womanising and drinking," Reshma Ahmed, a mother of four, said in her confession to police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cap this shit off, something else I came accross today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u call one indian in a ditch?&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u call 2 indians in a ditch?&lt;br /&gt;A sleepover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u call an indian with a wooden leg?&lt;br /&gt;shit on a stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u call an indian with 2 wooden legs?&lt;br /&gt;a waste of wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u call 2 indians on a bike?&lt;br /&gt;organized crime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111694521876519579?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111694521876519579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111694521876519579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111694521876519579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111694521876519579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/poll-topic-change.html' title='Poll topic change'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111694431581687655</id><published>2005-05-24T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:18:35.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Indian Bustard</title><content type='html'>Alright, I've been lazy and now I'm back. Before you start thinking that I'm full of racist crap, take a moment and think. I was actually trying to find out more about a very rare species of bird from India. One of those possibly extinct types. At the same time I also tried to get in touch with my roots. I could have been an indian in my past life afterall. How or where did I come across this bird you may ask. Well, the answer is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bowling at Marina South last Sunday with the usual gang of misfits. I use this term affectionately. While the frustrations were building up in some who found it difficult to bowl, some of us managed to catch a glimpse of this bird. I would have taken a photo but I fear that I might have witnessed the last 'flight' of this bird. Being more curious than most people, I had to find out more. I managed to chance upon this website at work as usual. &lt;a href="http://www.webindia123.com/wildlife/gallery/birds.htm"&gt;http://www.webindia123.com/wildlife/gallery/birds.htm&lt;/a&gt;. The aforementioned Indian Bustard does not refer to anyone of the minority race but a rare bird now restricted to Rajasthan, Gujarat. A seemingly fit name for the bird which I saw. As for the bowling, it wasn't great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I listen to rap now and then, just so I can communicate in case my car breaks down in a scary part of town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111694431581687655?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111694431581687655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111694431581687655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111694431581687655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111694431581687655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/great-indian-bustard.html' title='Great Indian Bustard'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111625731323584239</id><published>2005-05-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:05:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming up great stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMAGE_00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMAGE_00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did George Lucas do International Trade? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I changed my blog slightly to add that picture of an eye. It took quite some effort because I had to edit the HTML. After getting a lil help from my friends, success wasn't far away. "Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends " The Beatles sang that if you didn't know. No longer is it a test. It's FO REAL now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pan can be seen here dreaming up great stories of another world after all the talk about Star Wars. This much I know because he started making up seemingly original odd sounding names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all starts in a far away galaxy on a planet called Psssb(pronounced Pssst but with a 'b' at the back). Ydna is the spirit of the land and his source of power is from the moon. There are the Defenders of the Moon (DOMs) who defend their Moon called JoongTcha. Destroying the moon = killing spirit of the land = WW4 because everybody wants the same thing as Pinky and the Brain, WORLD DOMINATION. The evil plague race is led by the evil queen Ennovy. Aside from the Ennovians, there is also the C-Factor. Eigna and the Chinkazonites are also in this battle for world domination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : I think wet dreams are actually God giving you a handjob for being so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111625731323584239?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111625731323584239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111625731323584239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625731323584239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625731323584239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/dreaming-up-great-stories.html' title='Dreaming up great stories'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111625714467358825</id><published>2005-05-16T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:48:46.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colourful characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMAGE_00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMAGE_00018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellowship of the chinks &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an ideal world, a Dougzworld, these people would have ceased to exist. Eug's neighbour is the one who appears to be sticking her finger into the other guys head through his ear canal. Her best friend in class is the one that appears to be jerking off an invisible........nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111625714467358825?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111625714467358825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111625714467358825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625714467358825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625714467358825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/colourful-characters.html' title='Colourful characters'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111625693127357756</id><published>2005-05-16T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:43:09.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoozin during the lecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/IMAGE_00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/IMAGE_00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effects of International Trade &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pics were most generously donated by Apple from the last block lectures. Thank you very much. They are most appreciated. Freaking goodass phone you got. Big country, small country, trade, sleep........the list goes on. Goodnight Kai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111625693127357756?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111625693127357756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111625693127357756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625693127357756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625693127357756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/snoozin-during-lecture.html' title='Snoozin during the lecture'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111625688888703605</id><published>2005-05-16T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:38:52.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is specially for the Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/08211254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/08211254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmalfy M.A.L.F &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was from the last block lecture 5 or 6 weeks ago. Thanks to Kai who finally sent the pics. We tried but to no avail. She just wouldn't let us take her pic. To see her wearing her professional looking suit and glasses while portraying a intelligent look sure can make a Pan's day. He's into intelligent, older women just like this one here. If your a MILF and he likes you, you become a MALF. Please leave a message if you fit the bill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111625688888703605?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111625688888703605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111625688888703605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625688888703605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625688888703605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-one-is-specially-for-pan.html' title='This one is specially for the Pan'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111625675105673932</id><published>2005-05-16T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:33:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal vs Dougzworld</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/08195622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/08195622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal people wearing big earrings &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111625675105673932?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111625675105673932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111625675105673932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625675105673932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625675105673932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/normal-vs-dougzworld.html' title='Normal vs Dougzworld'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111625678091403368</id><published>2005-05-16T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:19:40.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/08195644.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/08195644.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Dougzworld, this would happen&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111625678091403368?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111625678091403368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111625678091403368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625678091403368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111625678091403368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-dougzworld-this-would-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111582783030098405</id><published>2005-05-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T00:31:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 1 successful pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/King%20of%20the%20tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/King%20of%20the%20tank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of the tank &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 55 attempts at taking photos with various camera modes, I wasn't getting anywhere. 54 pics were duds with the fish moving too fast for the camera. This is the only picture that came out decent. The verdict : I'm not a great photographer. This calls for some help. After learning the word 'aperture' from The Pan, I decided to do some research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digicamhelp.com/advanced-digital-camera-settings/aperture.htm"&gt;http://www.digicamhelp.com/advanced-digital-camera-settings/aperture.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is pretty good, with simple english and clear explanations. So now I gotta figure out the right combination of shutter speed and aperture. Since the speed of fish should be somewhere inbetween the speed of children and sporting events, I'm guessing a shutter speed of 1/320. Now to figure out the aperture thingy and start snapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the Econs midterm exam. Good luck to me and curses to those people who did nothing but come up with these painful theories. My curses go out to Ricardo, Hecksher, Ohlin, Rybcynski and also Leontiff. If I missed out anyone, it should be my previous economics teachers. They aren't good enough to be mentioned here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I read this 2 days back in the news. All the talk about pheromones eh Mr Pan?&lt;br /&gt;"Gay men attracted by same scents as women: Swedish study"&lt;br /&gt;We found that homosexual men react the same way as women do to the (testosterone derivative) androstadien pheromone: they get aroused," said Per Lindstroem, a physician at the neuroscience department at the Karolinska University Hospital. The report reveals that gays, unlike heterosexual men, are not aroused by the female pheromone estratetraen but are instead turned on by the same odors that get straight women's juices flowing. When a heterosexual woman senses androstadien pheromones, which have a nearly undetectable odor, the part of her brain that governs sexual arousal is activated. If she senses pheromones from another woman however, only her sense of smell is triggered, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : rape is such a bad term, lets call it surprise sex!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111582783030098405?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111582783030098405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111582783030098405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111582783030098405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111582783030098405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/only-1-successful-pic.html' title='Only 1 successful pic'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614312.post-111539846389500726</id><published>2005-05-07T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T01:09:53.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this is what i have in my fish tank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/640/red%20top%20Pseudotropheus%20Metriaclima%20Zebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/4/1967/320/red%20top%20Pseudotropheus%20Metriaclima%20Zebra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pseudotropheus Zebra / Metriaclima Zebra &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much searching and looking at fish that look almost the same, I think it's this. I'll post some actual pics of my fish in my tank but till then, this will have to do for now. The search to enlighten myself continues. Funny thing is, even scientists cannot agree on the name for the fish.&lt;br /&gt;Due to a technicality with scientific naming conventions, there is still some debate as to whether Maylandia or Metriaclima is the valid name for this genus, though most sources seem to indicate Maylandia will become the accepted name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day : Since you know, you get to choose a name when you are pope. If I ever became pope I would choose the name Pourri. So people would call me Pope Pourri, and they would be forced to laugh whenever saying my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614312-111539846389500726?l=dougzworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/feeds/111539846389500726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614312&amp;postID=111539846389500726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111539846389500726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614312/posts/default/111539846389500726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dougzworld.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-think-this-is-what-i-have-in-my-fish.html' title='I think this is what i have in my fish tank'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11463099671941182473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
