<?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-2649454897173449837</id><updated>2012-02-20T20:49:31.533+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Father'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='abby'/><category term='workout'/><category term='Family'/><category term='books'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Concert'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Project Ecuador'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='Mission'/><category term='Fraud'/><category term='Conference'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Marathon'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Soli Deo Gloria</title><subtitle type='html'>When nothing else matters but You!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vics</name><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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649454897173449837.post-6544224083853116685</id><published>2011-11-07T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:32:37.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>Worship is living up our lives to hear the heart and soul of God. To know the deepest desire of God for us, which is for us to have a pure heart, a pure love for others. Worship is by submitting our lives, and that includes the condition that we are having right now living on this earth. To accept our gifts and also our shortcomings - in spite of everything, giving thanks to God, the one who created us, the one who first love us. And we are the product of his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship is living this life, not only to our own interest, but also to the interest of those around us. To know their needs, and to give our best to fulfill that need. To face our discomfort for the comfort of others. To forgive, to forget and to live on for the future hope that God has instill for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship is giving thanks to God. Giving thanks for the first thing that we do in the morning, when we open our eyes, giving thanks for giving us this breath to breathe. To see our surroundings, giving thanks for the things he has provide us with, and to give thanks for all the trials that he has made us go through. Giving thanks for all the headaches that we are going to face in the office, in the workplace, in our family, because, I know that, I'm facing it alone, GOD my PROTECTOR will be with me through all of that circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship is saying NO for things we know that is not glorifying and not nourishing to our soul. Worship is our lifestyle to glorify God's name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-6544224083853116685?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/6544224083853116685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=6544224083853116685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/6544224083853116685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/6544224083853116685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2011/11/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-8763014628615325984</id><published>2011-08-16T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T19:46:14.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project Ecuador'/><title type='text'>PROJECT ECUADOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atanycost.org/images/snap00042.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://www.atanycost.org/images/snap00042.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This project of mine starts officially today. A slow start but worth effort. Gonna strive till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is no fool"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-8763014628615325984?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/8763014628615325984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=8763014628615325984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/8763014628615325984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/8763014628615325984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2011/08/project-ecuador.html' title='PROJECT ECUADOR'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-5143996420798886500</id><published>2011-04-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T21:13:59.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><title type='text'>Christian Smokers/ Drinkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Well said, Bible does not say smoking is a sin. But same goes to Jesus. He does not explicitly says He is God. But as we read the New Testament we know that Jesus could't be a mere man. He is the word from the beginning. Everything in the gospel points to His divinity.&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe following verse truly reflects why Christian should't smoke in today's cultural context.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;1 Corinthians 10&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;The Believer’s Freedom&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28591" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;“I have the right to do anything,” you say—but not everything is beneficial. “I have the right to do anything”—but not everything is constructive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28592" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;No one should seek their own good, but the good of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28593" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eat anything sold in the meat market without raising questions of conscience,&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28594" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;26&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;for, “The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it.”&lt;sup class="footnote" style="font-size: 0.75em; line-height: 0.5em;" value="[&amp;lt;a href=&amp;quot;#fen-NIV-28594a&amp;quot; title=&amp;quot;See footnote a&amp;quot;&amp;gt;a&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;]"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2010:23-33&amp;amp;version=NIV#fen-NIV-28594a" title="See footnote a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28595" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;If an unbeliever invites you to a meal and you want to go, eat whatever is put before you without raising questions of conscience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28596" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;But if someone says to you, “This has been offered in sacrifice,” then do not eat it, both for the sake of the one who told you and for the sake of conscience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28597" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am referring to the other person’s conscience, not yours. For why is my freedom being judged by another’s conscience?&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28598" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I take part in the meal with thankfulness, why am I denounced because of something I thank God for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28599" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28600" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do not cause anyone to stumble, whether Jews, Greeks or the church of God—&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28601" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;even as I try to please everyone in every way. For I am not seeking my own good but the good of many, so that they may be saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4&gt;1 Corinthians 11&lt;/h4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28602" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Well, no commentary for me. Smokers, do yourself a long quiet self reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-5143996420798886500?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/5143996420798886500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=5143996420798886500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5143996420798886500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5143996420798886500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2011/04/christian-smokers-drinkers.html' title='Christian Smokers/ Drinkers'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-8090770596270948623</id><published>2011-04-27T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:06:14.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Sharing</title><content type='html'>Lord, I know its not easy to live this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have You as my hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-8090770596270948623?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/8090770596270948623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=8090770596270948623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/8090770596270948623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/8090770596270948623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2011/04/sharing.html' title='Sharing'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-3697519251857290030</id><published>2011-03-30T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:17:37.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Help us love even those who hate us; So we can change the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Cesar Chavez (USA, 1927-1993)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the suffering of the most miserable;&lt;br /&gt;So I will know my people's plight.&lt;br /&gt;Free me to pray for others;&lt;br /&gt;For you are present in every person.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to take responsibility for my own life;&lt;br /&gt;So that I can be free at last.&lt;br /&gt;Give me honesty and patience;&lt;br /&gt;So that I can work with other workers.&lt;br /&gt;Bring forth song and celebration;&lt;br /&gt;So that the Spirit will be alive among us.&lt;br /&gt;Let the Spirit flourish and grow;&lt;br /&gt;So that we will never tire of the struggle.&lt;br /&gt;Let us remember those who have died for justice;&lt;br /&gt;For they have given us life.&lt;br /&gt;Help us love even those who hate us;&lt;br /&gt;So we can change the world.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-3697519251857290030?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/3697519251857290030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=3697519251857290030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/3697519251857290030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/3697519251857290030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2011/03/help-us-love-even-those-who-hate-us-so.html' title='Help us love even those who hate us; So we can change the world.'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-7605323391379729052</id><published>2011-03-30T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T11:06:59.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Eileen Button's Reflection of Lent (the season leading up to Easter)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Hollow Sacrifice (Eileen Button)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many Catholic children, I gave up sweets for the forty-plus days of Lent. I remember creeping downstairs on Easter morning, hoping to be greeted by a marvelous, solid-chocolate Palmer's bunny. After surviving the torturous season of sacrifice, I could barely wait to nibble the cottontail's long, delicious ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sometimes be disappointed to find a hollow chocolate cross in my basket in place of the preferred bunny. Propped in green plastic grass and surrounded by pastel jelly beans stood a milk chocolate version of my Savior's object of torture. In place of Christ's broken body, the cross bore a pink and yellow flower made of sugar. I couldn't eat it. It felt blasphemous to do so. While it was almost impossible to endure the long, sweet-less days of Lent, the triviality of my "sacrifice" always shocked me when I was confronted by that chocolate cross on Easter morning. Even a child wrestles with the reality of Christ's ultimate sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual season of Lent is puzzling to many. Denying ourselves our favorite treats or habits - even for a short time - seems unnecessarily archaic in our I-want-it-now culture. Lent is a plodding, definitive crescendo that leads up to the cacophonous noise of Good Friday and the gorgeous aria of Easter Sunday. It's a season marked by deliberateness and intentionality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we often get in the way of our own best intentions. When fasting from food or technology (or whatever else captures our hearts and threatens to take the place that only God can fill) we might be tempted to feel a sense of pride or arrogance about our sacrifice. The very thing we relinquish sometimes clamors inside us as a "need" to be met. Instead of focusing on Jesus Christ, our attention can dangerously be drawn to the very thing we've voluntarily surrendered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, the practice of Lent can be a valuable discipline. It's difficult to comprehend what our continual sense of entitlement does to our bodies and souls. Our culture worships at the feet of pleasure, deeply bowing to all its delicious offerings. As we "shovel it in," we can become desensitized to our needs - the real hungers - in our lives. Observing Lent can help us wrestle with the reasons behind our perpetual consumption. When we decide to relinquish that thing that fails to truly satisfy, we come face-to-face with some tough questions. Can we believe Jesus when he says, "People do not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God"? How can we make room for the Savior in our buried and burdened lives? Can we grasp the reality of Good Friday and live within its irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lent challenges us to consider the honest answers to these and other soul-searching questions. It invites us to voluntarily jump off the hamster wheel of consumption and experience the pinch of abstaining from continual, thoughtless indulgence. It has the potential to give our frenetic material selves a much-needed break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many believers, I hold fast to the annual discipline of Lent and continue to give up something that I consume. I treasure the season of abstinence, seeking, and revelation. Every year, I learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was - and still am - offended by a hollow chocolate cross because it signifies what is too often true about our spiritual lives: What we see on the outside might look pretty, but we can be tragically empty. Occasionally, the reality of Jesus Christ's sacrifice and the power of his love break through our hardened hearts. The realization, like a splash of freezing water on our tired faces, causes us to gasp. The hollow parts of our souls can be filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-7605323391379729052?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/7605323391379729052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=7605323391379729052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/7605323391379729052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/7605323391379729052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2011/03/eileen-buttons-reflection-of-lent.html' title='Eileen Button&apos;s Reflection of Lent (the season leading up to Easter)'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-5511920768615270433</id><published>2011-03-30T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:49:21.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Principles</title><content type='html'>Principles, whether you know it or now, or whether you realise it or not, is the force that guides your life.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few simple principles I've taken from a friend which I think very carefree and thoughtful- and funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- I listen to others but I don't necessarily follow people's advise. I listen, digest, analyse and then I made my decision. Because in the end, whether it's good or bad, I'm the one who's going to bear the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't smoke or drink cos it's hazardous &amp;amp; a complete waste of money. I can do many other things to look cool/release tension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate the idea of MLM/business where your long lost friend will suddenly contact u, saying that they catch up with you, and then coming along with their uplines start talking about their business. and it's even worse when you're conned into a seminar. wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I always eat cheap lunch, around less than RM 6 per day. I dislike eating expensive lunch cos it's all instantly made. wake up! it's not fresh you know. the soup is all made from powder and we paid a lot for it. what a complete waste of money + &amp;nbsp;risking your health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I eat lunch, I don't drink. It's good if you wanna keep your tummy slim. Drink only after like 30 minutes of your meal. Also, eat your fruits before your lunch/dinner. That is the correct way, not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I drink mostly plain water. i don't drink the rest. Just name it. everything is so high in SUGAR man. Check it our yourself &amp;nbsp;on the nutrient side on the label.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-5511920768615270433?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/5511920768615270433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=5511920768615270433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5511920768615270433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5511920768615270433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2011/03/principles.html' title='Principles'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-487687700285174353</id><published>2011-03-21T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:14:37.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Things I don't like about Malaysia</title><content type='html'>1. It is all about quota and not merit&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, the people are not treated equal. In the education system, there are a certain quota that are allocated to a certain race. If Race A get better results than Race B, Race B will still get a place in scholarship or in the local public university. Reason? Because to fill the quota. Because it was claimed that if the people from the race does not fill in enough places in the universities, they will be lack behind and not progressive in their own home land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People doesn't queue up&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's the train station, bus stops, shops - if there is no black and white rules imposed, or authorities present - &amp;nbsp;people will not queue up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Throw rubbish everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I guess Malaysian doesn't have the concept of treating the country like your own home. Many times you will observe people just wind down their car window and throw off their rubbish onto the road. Well, I don't know what is going on with their mind. Probably they want their car to be clean. Or just plain lazy to keep the rubbish first and then throw it into a proper rubbish bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Inconsiderate drivers.&lt;br /&gt;People are selfish and kiasu. Just like the Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cars are so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Toyota Prius are sold around RM 40,000 in japan. But here, I can only afford a Proton Saga 1.3 Manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Customer service sucks.&lt;br /&gt;In restaurant and many shopping complexes, the shops are tended by foreigners and they give you really bad service. This certainly does not reflect the true Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Roads are bumpy like being bombed.&lt;br /&gt;So many potholes. One riding a bike can die if go thru the potholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-487687700285174353?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/487687700285174353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=487687700285174353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/487687700285174353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/487687700285174353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-i-dont-like-about-malaysia.html' title='Things I don&apos;t like about Malaysia'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-7187000437979876477</id><published>2011-01-06T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:37:49.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><title type='text'>Psalms 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14089" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;LORD, who may dwell in your sacred tent?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Who may live on your holy mountain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14090" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;The one whose walk is blameless,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;who does what is righteous,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;who speaks the truth from their heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14091" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;whose tongue utters no slander,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;who does no wrong to a neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and casts no slur on others;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14092" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;who despises a vile person&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but honors those who fear the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;who keeps an oath even when it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and does not change their mind;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14093" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;who lends money to the poor without interest;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;who does not accept a bribe against the innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Whoever does these things&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;will never be shaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-7187000437979876477?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/7187000437979876477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=7187000437979876477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/7187000437979876477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/7187000437979876477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2011/01/psalms-15.html' title='Psalms 15'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-8396370762123571235</id><published>2010-12-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:51:03.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>As I am typing this, I am waiting for my yummy dummy fried rice that I've just ordered from downstairs. Of course with just a call away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is just never the same again. Before I even realising it, so many things has change around me. For example, Connie is finishing her SPM, ain't gonna taste my granma's cook anymore- now the job goes to my Father or my mum- with the usual sliced fried chicken, fried potatoes, well the same sawi, hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating those spicy Siamese green curry - the beef version! The super spicy fried ikan bilis - or ayam kunyit or ayam masak merah - my granma did. Anything spicy!!! You will see I keep on adding rice and finish up the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days were gone I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-8396370762123571235?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/8396370762123571235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=8396370762123571235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/8396370762123571235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/8396370762123571235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/12/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-1735852625431175322</id><published>2010-12-17T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:24:26.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Xmas</title><content type='html'>Xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems there are some people out there who thinks this fellow who turn christmas into the shorter form of Xmas is actually taking out the Christ from Christmas. I would say that I am guilty of that too some time ago. Before that I have read things like in the U.S. due to pressure from some groups of people, and in order to commercialise Christmas, they are beginning to take out the word christmas and replace to the more friendlier 'Season's Greeting'. Well that might be true to a certain extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how about that Xmas thing? Little did I know that the X actually symbolises Christ as X is Greek is actually the word C. Or rather I can say that there is no such thing as the alphabet C in greek. Thus the X is not taking out Christ from Christmas. But just a simpler form of writing Christmas in its original letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we know that no matter what they call it Xmas or not, its not important. But rather the reason why we are celebrating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States: we know that they celebrate Christmas as just another holiday season and a time of exchanging gifts and Santa Clause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia: Probably for the same reason as the people is US does. We are copycats don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan: I heard from Mun Teng that Christmas for them is like Valentine's day. A day where they will find or try to find a partner if they don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is your reason of celebrating christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-1735852625431175322?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/1735852625431175322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=1735852625431175322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/1735852625431175322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/1735852625431175322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-3249511089216133849</id><published>2010-10-10T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:26:09.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Back to the past</title><content type='html'>Can I turn back time and go back to my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When home was full of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything was simple and money was not an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn back time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-3249511089216133849?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/3249511089216133849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=3249511089216133849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/3249511089216133849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/3249511089216133849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-past.html' title='Back to the past'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-5329576621680779087</id><published>2010-09-08T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:25:51.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission'/><title type='text'>Philippines &amp; Reading</title><content type='html'>In 2 days I will embark on a journey to the Philippines. This will be my second mission exposure trip, compared to last year (which went to Cambodia), this time we have more people, 15-17 of them! Praise the Lord! Never expected that so many of them will be going at first. But glad that most of them that are going this time will be the youths. Hopefully this trip will really reflect one of the song that we are going to sing there. The phrase goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open the blind eyes, unlock the deaf ears, come to your people, as we draw near"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - Hear Us From Heaven, Jared Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times, the doubtful are the Christian themselves. Let us hope that this trip will somehow shake us from our comfort zone. This comes perfectly after the incident that happens to the Hong Kong tourist that were held hostage by some estranged ex-cop. Some of them were killed, and there are many news and reports warning chinese especially to avoid the Philippines. In the news also it has been reported that thousands of people has cancelled their trip to Philippines, mostly from Hong Kong and China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no better time to go than now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my reading has been going up and down like the stock market. Both reading of the Bible and books. I've made up my mind some rigid formula might not work. I will now just start off with the intention and pick up just whatever to read. Hope this will bring momentum towards a steady uptrend of my reading habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check my twitter/FB for updates. Heard there are wi-fi connection in the place that I will be living in in Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-5329576621680779087?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/5329576621680779087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=5329576621680779087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5329576621680779087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5329576621680779087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/09/philippines-reading.html' title='Philippines &amp; Reading'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-5314147363396388905</id><published>2010-08-24T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:37:55.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><title type='text'>Izumi Tabata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just found out a training regime called the Tabata method. It’s a type of High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) that involves 20 seconds of all out training with 10 seconds interval done in 8 reps. Well, they say its all about the intensity and not duration. Going to try it tomoro in gym before going to futsal. After all, it only takes 4 minutes of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;See how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-5314147363396388905?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/5314147363396388905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=5314147363396388905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5314147363396388905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5314147363396388905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/08/izumi-tabata.html' title='Izumi Tabata'/><author><name>vics</name><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-2649454897173449837.post-8557120473375548156</id><published>2010-07-11T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:36:59.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fraud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Citibank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDivFpRkokI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cxYyVB6Osl8/s1600/citi+fraud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDivFpRkokI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cxYyVB6Osl8/s640/citi+fraud.jpg" width="544" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, people nowadays really go that extra mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they think we are that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just receive this today. And I don't even have a citibank accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, just signed off with Customer Service? No number whatsoever to call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean , really, do they really think we are that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-8557120473375548156?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/8557120473375548156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=8557120473375548156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/8557120473375548156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/8557120473375548156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/07/citibank.html' title='Citibank'/><author><name>vics</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDivFpRkokI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cxYyVB6Osl8/s72-c/citi+fraud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649454897173449837.post-8348007691877498361</id><published>2010-07-09T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:07:32.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Hillsong Live in Ipoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YucYC7Vv67Y/TCtHaB0DnqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j_-kUbhqAu0/S1600-R/LIVE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YucYC7Vv67Y/TCtHaB0DnqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j_-kUbhqAu0/S1600-R/LIVE.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banners says it all isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info, go here&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://hillsongliveipoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hillsongliveipoh.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-8348007691877498361?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/8348007691877498361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=8348007691877498361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/8348007691877498361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/8348007691877498361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/07/hillsong-live-in-ipoh.html' title='Hillsong Live in Ipoh'/><author><name>vics</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YucYC7Vv67Y/TCtHaB0DnqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/j_-kUbhqAu0/s72-Rc/LIVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649454897173449837.post-5199003247808395336</id><published>2010-07-07T11:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:06:21.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathon'/><title type='text'>My KL Marathon 2010....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDPu0XASYPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7SIZHhOO9S4/s1600/Kl+marathon+resluts.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="45" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDPu0XASYPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7SIZHhOO9S4/s400/Kl+marathon+resluts.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, verdana, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Story will come later....hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-5199003247808395336?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/5199003247808395336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=5199003247808395336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5199003247808395336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5199003247808395336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-kl-marathon-2010.html' title='My KL Marathon 2010....'/><author><name>vics</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDPu0XASYPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7SIZHhOO9S4/s72-c/Kl+marathon+resluts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649454897173449837.post-7928384373314294408</id><published>2010-07-05T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:24:06.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abby'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;On my list of best Pork Mee and chinese noodle delicacy, this one is a must in my food dictionary. Whenever I have conversation with my buddies, any ideas for lunch, this would be the first that comes to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;No doubt, this is one of the best pork noodle I've ever tasted. Introduced a few years back by Kok How, this heavenly food (lol) can be found in this (quite dirty) cofee shop in OUG. The name? New Sun Sea restaurant, situated just opposite the OUG wet market.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To get there, just search on your GPS to Stevens OUG and then once you get there, just find the wet market, or this corner lot shop within the vicinity. Well, its not that big that area, so finding the place wouldn't be a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDB3qciMtnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/iJDghxJTCvQ/s1600/DSC_0276+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDB3qciMtnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/iJDghxJTCvQ/s400/DSC_0276+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, it is pork mee, that there are quite a variety of menu you can choose from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First choose you noodles:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Either beehoon, keowteow, yellow noodle, or any 2 combination of the noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then you can choose either noodles with soup, or the 'dry' type which the noodle will be mix with the soy sauce and some minced pork and pork lard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then you can choose either the normal one, which has a mixture of shredded pork, minced pork , the internal organs(hehe), sotongs(lol, what is it called?) and some veges. Or if you are a super pork lover, then you can order just minced pork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The one above is my usual. 'Dry' beehoon and keowteow with the normal ingredients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDB3wRK3zHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CYsVtvkHEwg/s1600/DSC_0277+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDB3wRK3zHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CYsVtvkHEwg/s400/DSC_0277+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You can even choose the 'Big' portion, which comes with more ingredients such as clamps and extra seafood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, what makes this pork mee so different from the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Definitely is in the soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I heard from my friend the boss actually learn the trade from a Japanese cook. That is why you can taste the distinctive taste of the soup. But I feel the difference probably comes from the mixture of the seafood which add to the 'sweetness' of the soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDB32X_IqjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HyE4CKkOuCg/s1600/DSC_0272+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDB32X_IqjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HyE4CKkOuCg/s400/DSC_0272+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A good pork mee must comes together with this kaw kaw 'cham' peng, which is a mixture of tea and cofee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDB38I1JYbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AES7VwTsJOM/s1600/DSC_0281+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDB38I1JYbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AES7VwTsJOM/s400/DSC_0281+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A meal made in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cost:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Noodle: RM 5 (it was RM4 2 years aho, and RM3 about 4 years ago-inflation!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Drinks: RM1.60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Place: New Sun Sea, OUG (Opposite the wet market)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;My birthday doesn't come until tomorow (5th July)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;However so far I've been receiving gifts that are in the form of bottles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The first one comes from this guy who has just change his job from the pharma industry to the perfumery industry. Haha.... I got a Hugo Boss from him. The same one that he gave to Tuxoon on the same day that we had lunch in PJ on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDBuni9GlFI/AAAAAAAAADo/UJTvYn96PyU/s1600/DSC_0327+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDBuni9GlFI/AAAAAAAAADo/UJTvYn96PyU/s400/DSC_0327+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hugo Boss&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Second one comes from my church's youth. Well, apparently they have been collecting short messages from around the church youth and printed it on a sheet of paper, roll and and creatively slip it into cutted straws. Haha...cutted straws???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDBvB2nR0jI/AAAAAAAAADw/mZ3550ezInc/s1600/DSC_0326+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDBvB2nR0jI/AAAAAAAAADw/mZ3550ezInc/s400/DSC_0326+copy.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Message in a bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The third form of bottles comes from my pastor. It is also a perfume but unlike Hugo Boss which is an Eau De Toilette, this is an Eau de Perfume, which is more concentrated form of perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; width: 600px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDBvwSpY2NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2jzECAsXsHk/s1600/DSC_0328+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDBvwSpY2NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2jzECAsXsHk/s320/DSC_0328+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Burberry EDP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDBubNdXfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/iG31FhJIoGE/s1600/DSC_0324+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDBubNdXfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/iG31FhJIoGE/s400/DSC_0324+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats it, the bottles of my birthday!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-2535379408884052941?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/2535379408884052941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=2535379408884052941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/2535379408884052941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/2535379408884052941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-bottles-and-perfume.html' title='of bottles and perfume'/><author><name>vics</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TDBuni9GlFI/AAAAAAAAADo/UJTvYn96PyU/s72-c/DSC_0327+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649454897173449837.post-5008967599280458110</id><published>2010-06-26T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T00:04:43.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathon'/><title type='text'>Pre Marathon</title><content type='html'>Today I went all the way to Titiwangsa Lake Gardens. Little that I found out that it is actually situated right behind Istana Budaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission? To collect my runner's pack for Sunday's KL Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW34eJ33aI/AAAAAAAAACg/e6jT3Y5F2vw/s1600/DSC_0293+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW34eJ33aI/AAAAAAAAACg/e6jT3Y5F2vw/s400/DSC_0293+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I did't anticipate that it would be that jam. Well, probably most of them come on Saturday as the organizer's has only allocated Thursday until Saturday to collected the runner's pack. I followed the crowd and resorted to park on the roadside which has yellow line on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW4ou4C8VI/AAAAAAAAACo/4kWwkxCAxUA/s1600/DSC_0290+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW4ou4C8VI/AAAAAAAAACo/4kWwkxCAxUA/s400/DSC_0290+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little that I know later down the road that there is actually Malay wedding reception by the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW5EHO8pCI/AAAAAAAAACw/f_GM007H4Zw/s1600/DSC_0284+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW5EHO8pCI/AAAAAAAAACw/f_GM007H4Zw/s400/DSC_0284+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The collection centre is actually situated inside the badminton stadium. The barricades was placed zig zaggy. Probably anticipating a lot of people. Luckily the time I went there were not much people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW5hC9_E9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q80gOJNcQWo/s1600/DSC_0285+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW5hC9_E9I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Q80gOJNcQWo/s400/DSC_0285+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW50J1sAtI/AAAAAAAAADA/YHdMXfFaUv0/s1600/DSC_0286+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW50J1sAtI/AAAAAAAAADA/YHdMXfFaUv0/s400/DSC_0286+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fast. After that I went back lo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A shot of the lake. There used to be the Eye of Malaysia on the background.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW6LYBrc3I/AAAAAAAAADI/bmI4CnsN04Q/s1600/DSC_0289+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW6LYBrc3I/AAAAAAAAADI/bmI4CnsN04Q/s400/DSC_0289+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, what's in the pack??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quite disapointing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No much of a freebies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The just gave a cheap sling bag, a programme book, a voucher from New Balance with 30% discount, and the singlet of course. Compared to the Penang Bridge Marathon, they gave more stuff. Haha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW7OLv2U5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ld6xcDdJOAE/s1600/DSC_0291+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW7OLv2U5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/ld6xcDdJOAE/s400/DSC_0291+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW7XJ3QsLI/AAAAAAAAADY/JxOtzx42flg/s1600/DSC_0292+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW7XJ3QsLI/AAAAAAAAADY/JxOtzx42flg/s400/DSC_0292+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The race starts tomorrow at 6 am. Gonna miss the US game I guess. Wish me good luck!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-5008967599280458110?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/5008967599280458110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=5008967599280458110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5008967599280458110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/5008967599280458110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/06/pre-marathon.html' title='Pre Marathon'/><author><name>vics</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCW34eJ33aI/AAAAAAAAACg/e6jT3Y5F2vw/s72-c/DSC_0293+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649454897173449837.post-927366149283937214</id><published>2010-06-25T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:09:17.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Ronnie Got Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCQSRXudtoI/AAAAAAAAACI/nY5Sik4_2mc/s1600/ronnie2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="341" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCQSRXudtoI/AAAAAAAAACI/nY5Sik4_2mc/s400/ronnie2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had a good laugh for quite some time now, and this definitely did!&lt;br /&gt;I bump onto this while visiting &lt;a href="http://kauntan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kee Aun's&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;blog, and truly no regrets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCQTT-mGQ2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OqWZ9QwIrrk/s1600/ronnie+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCQTT-mGQ2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/OqWZ9QwIrrk/s320/ronnie+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in the poster, it is actually an initiative by Window's IE8 and the production are totally local. It was done by this director by the name of &lt;a href="http://15malaysia.com/directors/liew-seng-tat/langswitch_lang/en/"&gt;Liew Seng Tat&lt;/a&gt; who did the video &lt;a href="http://15malaysia.com/films/halal/"&gt;Halal&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the 15 Malaysia series of short film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Ronnie thing is actually an interactive short film which revolves around this guy named Ronnie in his search of being lucky. It was shot in a first person point of view, so expect like as if you are playing a RPG game sort of thing. Then at the end of each video, you will be ask to choose a path, which will lead you to another video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know what happened, just go to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ronniegotlucky.com.my/"&gt;http://www.ronniegotlucky.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is that I've been a fan of Google Chrome and I don't really like IE which I felt a little but laggy and slow. So, just a *spoiler*, at the end of the film, you will be asked to install IE8 of course, since you can only view the ending using the IE8 browser. But the thing is that current windows 7 is already installed with a copy of IE8, so i refreshed the page but don't know why it keep directing me to to the page meant for mobile web. Sigh, so end up I need to view the video all over again on my work laptop, and to download the IE8 since my laptop has only IE7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love the ending. It is the most hilarious thing I ever seen in the past couple of months...lol.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to disclose much as this will decrease the suspense....hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, you will be able to access this page after the finale ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCQop7yAaDI/AAAAAAAAACY/DVtTRmpCPI0/s1600/ronnie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCQop7yAaDI/AAAAAAAAACY/DVtTRmpCPI0/s400/ronnie.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-927366149283937214?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/927366149283937214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=927366149283937214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/927366149283937214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/927366149283937214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/06/ronnie-got-lucky.html' title='Ronnie Got Lucky'/><author><name>vics</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCQSRXudtoI/AAAAAAAAACI/nY5Sik4_2mc/s72-c/ronnie2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649454897173449837.post-3902753447207859766</id><published>2010-06-24T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:38:36.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Victor ni, tak aktif la</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCLdurBeT3I/AAAAAAAAABw/2ngRfpFqjdM/s1600/240620101192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCLdurBeT3I/AAAAAAAAABw/2ngRfpFqjdM/s320/240620101192.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today me and my fellow colleagues had a good laugh among ourselves. We were discussing and brainstorming on our upcoming so-called graduation day, to commemorate our 1 year as a management trainee in the company, and at the same time to welcome the new batch of management trainees. While we were discussing, something of the old came back to my mind. It was during my years in Form 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was the tradition in the school where the lower sixth formers will be in charge in the performance to celebrate our country’s independence day. And since the art’s stream student are the ones who are taking history as a subject for out STPM cert, my class was directly involve. Me and my classmates were the one putting heads into this project. We need to come out with something! We write scripts, we jot down the order for the day. But all in all, I am the one who put in a lot of ideas and effort in this. The recording of the dialogue, the script, directing the rehearsals and so on. So in the end, I delegated all the jobs to them. However, in any show, there need someone backstage to make the thing flows smoothly, basically a runner to run the thing. As I was directly involve and the one who knew the script in and out, I was the runner and did not have any role in the play, except for the finale which we sang the song by Sudirman’s “Tanggal 31”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To cut thing short, everything went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few days after the performance, my General Studies teacher came into the class. Of course, she commented about the play and how good it was. And then she says, but, there is someone who I didn’t see in the play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then she pointed me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She says in Malay, “This Victor, I did not see him acting in the play, well, he is so unactive”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was like, WHAT??!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;After all this effort and she has such perception on me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, moral of the story is, no matter what you do, no matter how much effort you put in. It is meaningless unless you put yourself in the spotlight. If not it would just be a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This incident, even though were so small, but leave such big impact on myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Always remember, to make yourself known if you have done something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, some might say, this is being not humble. Always chasing for limelight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, there is a thin fine line on this issue on humbleness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not going to the extreme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I mean is that if you’ve done something, make sure you give yourself due credit. Same goes to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;wrong things that you have done. If you are responsible, be a man and admit, and move on. Learn from your mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Merci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-3902753447207859766?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/3902753447207859766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=3902753447207859766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/3902753447207859766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/3902753447207859766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/06/victor-ni-tak-aktif-la.html' title='Victor ni, tak aktif la'/><author><name>vics</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TCLdurBeT3I/AAAAAAAAABw/2ngRfpFqjdM/s72-c/240620101192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649454897173449837.post-3725482717529785316</id><published>2010-06-20T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:19:43.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy Father’s Day Pappy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, that how I call my father. Some people opt to call their father dad, some daddy, some pa and some even the cantonese&amp;nbsp; ‘Lou Tau’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since young I knew my father loves me very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TB4FvtMlyBI/AAAAAAAAABY/2tGVkHAN-10/s1600/DSC00970.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TB4FvtMlyBI/AAAAAAAAABY/2tGVkHAN-10/s400/DSC00970.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie, me, mum, pappy at my graduation 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am the second in the family but I always knew my father loves me more than my brother. I don’t know why. But nevertheless he love both my brother and me very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, memories from the young. Yeah, I always remember my father riding his motorbike. The Honda Cup C70. My father has a car actually before that. It was a white datsun, but the car was crashed in an accident. I don’t know whether this is true(need to vouch for the authenticity from my father), but I remembered my dad’s lovely car was rammed from the behind. Probably by a lorry. I don’t know, but since then my father did not get a new car, but instead got himself a motorbike. I was probably at that time around the age of 6 or 7. My father always brings me to jalan jalan with his bike. I would sit in front of him putting my legs in the basket. My used to stay in Sri Serdang when I was young, and my father would bring me go makan angin around the PKNS flat area. Well, probably that area has less traffic. Sometimes my mum would tag along. Well, there are actually a few times when the motor break down! Haha.. i still remember. And my father would try to repair himself. Sometimes it fails and we need to walk all the way back home. Not that far actually from my house. Erm , come to think of it it is quite a distance. It it actually that area with the Beryl’s factory all the way to the Lake area in Sri Serdang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TB4GTBysedI/AAAAAAAAABg/dWlw23zUdlQ/s1600/DSC01318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TB4GTBysedI/AAAAAAAAABg/dWlw23zUdlQ/s400/DSC01318.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father's bday in 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, not long after that my father bought a Nissan Sunny 1.3. Wow, you can’t imagine how happy I am together with my brother. Finally we can travel together with the car. My father was not quite a car enthusiast but indeed he is quite creative!!! If you know the old Nissan Sunny has this big bumpers on the front and the back. So my father used to DIY and paint/spray the bumper. Now it looks more chic. Haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even with the car, but my father did not really use it. My mum use it to go to school which is her work place and also fetches me and brother to places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My father continues to ride his motor to work at Subang at Airod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My father was in the army with the rank of seargent. He retires at the age of&amp;nbsp; around 40s. I remember going to school and filling in my father’s nombor tentera instead of IC number. FYI, army doensn’t has an IC but an army ID. Soon after retirement, my father works in an aircon company as technician and soon after that at Airod, which is actually an army airplace service centre so to say. I’ve just visited my father once at his workplace with my mum. I think my mum wanted to pass to him something. He doesn’t look that happy.&amp;nbsp; I don’t know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, my father remains the my loyal driver for me, not really driver, but using his motorbike to fetch me to music class every Saturday. Well, reason being its easier as my music class area in Sri Kembangan is always jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My father is not a christian like I am, but he did not once objected me from going to church. I remember, and still remember vividly one Sunday morning when I was too tired to wake up to go to Sunday school was when I small. My father beat me up with the cloth hanger to wake me up to go to church.....Haha....!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sigh, even with all that, I know my father loves me very much. He encourages me to study hard. To go to form 6. To go to uni. He provides me with his support, silently. He even gave me RM4000 to buy my first laptop, and get me a car after my first year. All this priviledges which my brother did not receive. It might be small for some of you, but to me, it means a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been always wondering, what my father likes? Because sad to say, even we are staying under one roof, we did not really talk much. We seldom go out together. The only time that we go out together is when going to my grandpa’s house for family occasion and last time when we were smaller younger, used to travel to Penang, Perlis with the car. Now rarely. Even going to the mall, or eating korean food, he refuses to, except chinese cuisine. All he does now everyday, after retirement, is just to sit at home and watch tv. Why ar? Doesnt he feel bored? I don’t know, really. But still I really love him very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;These day, I am really saddened by the sudden change of behaviour of my grandma. Well, to be frank my grandma doesnt really like my father. Why? I don’t know either. But she always says my father very kedekut. Come to think of it...where got? To me he has been very generous. Sigh, I don’t know. I really hope there will be harmony in my house. This is the place I love. I love everyone in this house. My father is no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are so many things that I hope I can do it with my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish that we can have the same interest, ie watchinc football togeher. Or, go for dimsum together, can share my frustration at work with him, receiving constructive meaningful life advice from him, my hopes and dreams, and to bring him travelling.&amp;nbsp; etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of the above, never done before, but I really really hope I can do it all with him. That would be perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How to approach him? Even he is my father I don’t know how. It felt so awkward and not comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But i really do hope we can be best friends, as those shown on tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy father’s day Pappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TB4GgL7GaBI/AAAAAAAAABo/jkUMe9rjP8E/s1600/DSC01123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TB4GgL7GaBI/AAAAAAAAABo/jkUMe9rjP8E/s400/DSC01123.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I look like him rite???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not going out tonite. My mum’s cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Going for dinner now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-3725482717529785316?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/3725482717529785316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=3725482717529785316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/3725482717529785316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/3725482717529785316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day_9126.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>vics</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b82c_ravvY8/TB4FvtMlyBI/AAAAAAAAABY/2tGVkHAN-10/s72-c/DSC00970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649454897173449837.post-1313045772832566226</id><published>2010-06-01T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:18:51.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna make this first post fancy or anything. &lt;div&gt;Just a simple babbling from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I write here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say to go back to my roots would be somehow corny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it can't be denied that I started off blogging using this vehicle, started off as maxvictor182.blogspot.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, please don't click on the url or cap it on your browser - futile you may find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have chosen to erase all the old posts on blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after, I have shifted my mind and thoughts to wordpress. I can't exactly remember why did I chose to so-called migrate to wordpress. Well, I can safely say that one of the reason subconciously would probably be I wanted to be different from the crowd so to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of the babbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I really wanted this blog to be a blessing blog. A blog where I can blog about God's faithfulness in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to many testimonies from myself to be fit into this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I would have testimonies, many of them, even though I have none now, but i believe in the work of Christ in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Testimonies for me would not only necessary means something that is positive, or a miracle happened in my life, but rather anything to do with what Jesus has done in my life through sufferings, trials and problems surroundings me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.... in due time you and I will know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soli Deo Gloria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2649454897173449837-1313045772832566226?l=vicslar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/feeds/1313045772832566226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2649454897173449837&amp;postID=1313045772832566226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/1313045772832566226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2649454897173449837/posts/default/1313045772832566226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicslar.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>vics</name><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></feed>
