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                <title>G.I. Whisky</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Nov 2010 23:46:18 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">G.I. Whisky</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ .....after all the small talks and gesturing one would with a welcoming guest, we got down to attending the documents.......... I sign while Whisky tumbprinted......on the text prepared by the agency.<br /><br />............. then the Chaperone maitre brought out all Whisky&#146;s luggage for inspection. The contents of the luggage was professionally scrutinize before us (Sam and Whisky) .....I watch from a distance....(all the lady thingy, you know....)<br />................ I insisted that all the unwashed laundries...clothes and sundries (all 2 weeks or more of it) be thrown away ....( I will buy back for her) .<br /><br />The Supervisor then went through with Wh ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Honey come back - Whisky.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2010 09:06:34 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Honey come back - Whisky.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ After 2 weeks, we finally received a call from the agency telling us that all documentations have been attended to and approved, and we were told to collect our merchandise &#150; yours truly, Whisky.<br /><br />We went to the Agency office the next day to collect her ........<br /><br />I couldn&#146;t wait to see her again ......both Sam and I waited in bated anticipation at the office .....the door opened and there ...standing right before our eyes was Whisky!!..... Sam and I exchanged look and our hearts sank...sunk to the deepest ocean...oh dear!!!<br /><br />....Whisky was a pale shadow of herself.....she looked gaunt ...her eyes gorges in its sockets......her hair  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Whisky is coming home.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2010 10:10:00 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Whisky is coming home.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Sam received a call from Whisky who was at the departure lounge (25th. Oct.) She heard about our plight and wanted to speak to me. I was at the restaurant. Sam did a call-divert and I spoke to Whisky. (approx. 2.10pm). She volunteered to come back to help us until the new replacement maid arrives and she drove some hard bargains &#150; We taught her well, lol.<br /><br />Listed below are her demands.<br /><br />1)	Bear all travelling expenses &#150; ok<br />2)	Cost of cancellation &#150; ok<br />3)	Cost of entry documentation &#150; ok<br />4)	Cost of permit renewal &#150; ok<br />5)	Passport renewal &#150; ok<br />6)	All future repatriation expenses &#150; ok<br />7)	Airline of her ch ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The story continues - Whisky.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2010 21:32:22 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The story continues - Whisky.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The story continues &#150; Whisky.<br /><br />When we realized that Angusinitina was not to be here, we (Sam) contacted the agency's collection center person-in-charge (24th.) to be put in touch with Whisky. We were told by the personnel that it was impossible to contact any person in the center now as all communications were not allowed for security reasons and that even if it is allowed for a special reason it would be very hard to trace that person as most of them would be incognito, again for security purposes, as most of them would be carrying lots of money and valuables back home.<br /><br />The personnel, however, agrees to passed the message via words of ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Auld lang syne, Whisky.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2010 06:23:52 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Auld lang syne, Whisky.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Auld lang syne, Whisky.<br /><br />I sent Whisky to the agency collection centre this afternoon. She will be there till the 25th. Where upon she will be flown back en masse along with her fellow countryman. The departure time 1500 local time.<br /><br />Angusinitina will be arriving tomorrow  [23rd.]<br /><br />We are celebrating the mid-autumn lantern festival tonight without Whisky. The four of us prepared the worshipping paraphrenia and the festive food for the special occasion. I missed the usual brouhaha coming from Whisky's inefficiencies. I missed the noise of her laughter. I missed the "near-screaming" at Whisky. I missed the occasional tear or two coming from Whi ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Leaving on a jet plane.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 08:48:20 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Leaving on a jet plane.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Leaving on a jet plane.<br /><br />All her bags are packed and she is ready to go, <br />Don't know when she will be back again,<br />I don't think we will ever see her again.<br /><br />Whisky will be leaving on the 25th. September and Angusinitina is arriving tomorrow, the 20th.....a schedule timed to get the new maid orientated with the working and living condition of our household.<br /><br />..........Whisky brought a new order to our family...she became the boss of her work....and we became a slave to her routines.... while I became the 'collateral damage' of her doings &#150; a 'fall guy' torn between being her boss and being my own boss.<br /><br />As the curtain is about to be dra ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Pandora - The Whisky Story.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 21:39:07 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Pandora - The Whisky Story.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Pandora &#150; The Whisky Story.<br /><br />..The World Cup is over........I am dealing with the post-match blues......watch Avatar for the 2nd. time......I don't  know why..<br /><br />Whisky is from Pandora...YES!..... Whisky is a NAVI....or something like that....idk..<br /><br />I am trying to draw parallel with where Whisky comes from......Pandora &#150; a place on earth.... a remotest outpost of human dwelling in the pristine jungle at the farthest eastern end of an island in the Pacific south.......<br /><br />.....where horses are still a mode of transport........where dogs are pets...watchmen and 'food' cook in brine and preserved with spices hung from the ceiling (if any  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Whisky the 7-eleven.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2010 21:23:52 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Whisky the 7-eleven.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Whisky the 7-eleven.<br /><br />Time is non-existence in Whisky&#146;s context ....... she is governed by some internal mechanism that existed biologically within herself that render immaterial the omnipotence of time with respect to structural conformity necessitating to comply to facilitate civil and social integration functional as in household ........<br /><br />.............in simple English, it means Whisky function 24hours a day.<br /><br />Here&#146;s my story (Chapter 3).<br /><br />Whisky eats.....sleeps....naps.....works...all throughout the day at the oddest hour....I do not know what&#146;s wrong with her she just can&#146;t follow simple instruction..... and if she i ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Whisky the Prequel.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2010 21:14:51 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Whisky the Prequel.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ It all started with &#147;Ugly Betty&#148; ...the maid.<br /><br />Here&#146;s my story.<br /><br />After Wai- fung, a maid who had been with us for five years, left .......we got the service of the &#147;Ugly Betty&#148;....UB for short.<br /><br />UB was loved by every member of my family(ies) ...extending to my mother ...brothers ...sisters and in-laws...................even the dogs love her...................but UB drove me up the walls.......I cannot stand her...much as I tried to be more tolerant and accommodating.<br /><br />With UB...everything was slow ....breakfast extending to lunch .......it takes like &#145;forever&#146; for anything to get done .......laundry cleanin ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Whisky the Un-thinkable.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2010 22:15:22 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Whisky the Un-thinkable.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ This is the 3rd. Chinese New Year....the no:3 &#147;Ang Pow&#148;... that Whisky (Yacob) received from me..........and in it was $20.00<br /><br />.....I swore here in dA..3 years ago.......when Whisky  first arrived at my home to work as maid ......I will sent her back the very minute her  2 years contract expire.......and that I would not retain her even if she works for me free.<br /><br />Here&#146;s my story.   Chapter One.<br /><br />I don&#146;t know where to begin ......but for the benefit of those who had become my friends later on ....I think it is appropriate to begin with the maid&#146;s arrival...three years ago.<br /><br />After a series of mismatch and runaway maid.. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 20:25:31 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ HELP!!!!!..<br /><br />SOMEBODY IS MESSING UP MY SITE HERE >>>>>I CAN"T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!!<br /><br />>>>PLEASE CONTACT THE DA OFFICIAL FOR ME  >>>ASAP!!!!!! ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>HELP!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 20:22:38 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">HELP!!!!!!!!!!!</media:title>
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                <title>Spaghetti blue.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 02:54:23 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Spaghetti blue.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Bob in Wok ........not ....Wok with Bob.... .......for the time being.......<br /><br />Man.......I am feeling the blues..............I stayed off Spaghetti since Wednesday....and I am not feeling quite myself  .............................it is like ..............blank!.............................<br />........................................blur.............<br /><br />I seek comfort in noodles......any cooked noodles......soup noodles.....wantan noodles......... fried Singapore noodles ............braised duck noodles........curry noodles ......prawn noodles...............<br />....beef stomach noodles .....pork balls noodles......fish balls noodles.....fish head no ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Spaghetti.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 20:54:47 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Spaghetti.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Wok with Bob.<br /><br />After I got over the craving for Tom Yam.........I revisited an &#147;Old Friend&#148;...whom I never gave a hoot for ......and strangely, the second chance meeting ....saw me falling head over heel in love with ......the Spaghetti.<br /><br />I just had to have Spaghetti...where ever I went............and this &#147;(un)-holy alliance&#148;........... so to speak, has been tagged on me for a few months now and there is no sign of it wavering....w0w!!!!...<br /><br />I travelled the length and breadth of my small world........visiting every eatery.........every nook and corner .......... &#147;four stars restaurant&#148; ......established brands . ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>My Lunch.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 19:19:56 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">My Lunch.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I was with a friend........a gregariously jolly fella ...who when in his element...is capable of cooking up the silliest silly jokes ...and this time round.....with a small windfall at the casino and a couple of self-congratulatory boozes .....he outdid himself.<br /><br />Met him and his colleagues at the designated eatery .....a joint we frequented.....to have lunch.....<br />...in came the Fella .......half sober from the congratulatory boozes.....and half somber from the few thousands winning at the casino.<br /><br />Robert! ...on me.....on me.....on me...., he joyously said ...<br /><br />Waiter...waiter.....order...ORDER..... .....the boss came............the Fella tol ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Is it me....</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/Is-it-me-228337920</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 01:45:39 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Is it me....</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Wok with Bob.<br /><br />I was at the McDonald a few days ago.....I had McChicken...and I was SURPRISED!.....it didn&#146;t taste quite the same....it wasn&#146;t quite so delicious...<br />.............it tasted a far cry from my first bite of the McChicken I have had the pleasure to indulge some twenty years ago ..........and also now the chicken patty was somewhat less...somewhat smaller....somehow thinner.........and the spinach<br />......less crunchy....less salad....and LESS.<br /><br />..or is it me..<br /><br />The next time ...I have the McChicken.... will be a few months later....and if it doesn&#146;t change for the better.....that will be the Last time. [ Hope some M ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Wok with Bob.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 04:34:28 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Wok with Bob.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ "Wok with Bob" is about my favourite past time.......EATING.<br /><br />After weeks of feasting running up to the New Year 2010.........and the banquets for the pre-Chinese New Year Celebration .........and... the associate companies annual dinners <br />....  and the family gathering luncheons....and........and........the Sundays morning breakfast bash  ......and the midnight snacks ..... suppers ...<br /><br />..... I have had enough of good food and fine cuisines... ......so when an invitation to dine with friends at the fringe of the jungle on some weird wildlife... I accepted the invitation without reservation.<br /><br />On that particular day I arrived at the destinati ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>money money..Money.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/money-money-Money-229095384</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 01:14:47 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">money money..Money.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ ..it&#146;s a rich man world!!!!!<br /><br />This must have the quietest Christmas ever....for the first time in as many years I have no invitation to a party...dinner......luncheon.......from friends and relatives because they are not celebrating due to financial difficulties.<br /><br /> I looked around me ...the neighbourhood.....the streets.......I can hardly see any decorations....Christmas trees...........people are just not celebrating......even the midnight Mass saw less people judging from the cars park along the road soulders......<br /><br />There weren&#146;t any sounds of gaiety ....crackers....christmas caroling...........save a few songs here and there from ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>An open letter to my future husband.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/An-open-letter-to-my-future-husband-229366445</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 08:14:26 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">An open letter to my future husband.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Dear future husband,<br /><br />Even though I don&#146;t know exactly who you&#146;ll be yet. I think of you often. I wonder how you&#146;re living your life now. It matters to me because how you live your life now determines the kind of man I&#146;ll spend the rest of my life with.<br /><br />Apparently for some bizarre reason, manhood doesn&#146;t come automatically for males. Some guys seem to spend their entire lives trying to &#147;prove their manhood&#148; &#150; by hunting, playing sports, driving fast, and unfortunately, by having sex. It seems rather strange to us women that guys think having sex proves they are men. To us it just proves they have reach ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>A good cry.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/A-good-cry-229460663</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 05:05:15 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A good cry.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I was watching a Korean Drama with Sam.......it was a tear jerker....we got teary eyes.<br />It was so touchingly sad.....I thought love is beautiful and all things good.....I didn't know love hurts that much...and it was so painful.... [ It got me thinking ].<br /><br />.......and yet behind this pain and beyond this heartbreak ... is love at its best...a love so beautiful and divine.....It was this fabled pain that brought on to me the capacity to understand love as .........an intense passion insulated paradoxically ......enveloped in compassion ............and to know love in its painful perimeter....a aide memoire ...the consequential humanity........ ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Girls and tidbits.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/Girls-and-tidbits-229571832</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 00:28:45 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Girls and tidbits.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I wrote once that when I was little, my mother took me to a fortune teller to have my palm read. The Monk told my mother that I have flower power. I took to believe that I was irresistible to girls, I was wrong. He was wrong, the Monk.<br /><br />The actual truth is that I am always outnumbered by girls, at times overwhelmingly outnumbered, like in my family. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining, girls are some of my best friends.<br /><br />It is just that the hormonal requirement in me behaving like a homing pigeon seeking the company of the "boys will be boys camaraderie" and the need to check against the benchmark of being a male specie.<br /><br />As a matter of  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>New found love...</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/New-found-love-229699650</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 07:56:44 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">New found love...</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ We celebrated Sam&#146;s (my wife) birthday pigging out at one of the swanky joint offering buffet in &#145;all-you-can-eat&#146; Japanese and &#145;fusion&#146; cuisine. The &#147;kiasu&#148; - thou shall not lose &#150; mode kick in and I was in a combative mood trying to eat all I can to recoup the initial investment besides pure gluttony. I am ashamed of myself but it was FUN with a capital and fun I did have stuffing myself with all those &#145;to-die-for&#146; cuisine. It was suicidal.<br /><br />Kamikaze &#150; come to think of it.<br /><br />The story today is about my new found love...the love at first bite...the craving for an ala carte sourish spicy & ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Next door to Alice.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/Next-door-to-Alice-229917703</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 23:22:22 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Next door to Alice.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ In the family old house...we had a neighbour staying right behind us...and there lives Alice.<br /><br />.....in Alice's backyard were Rambutan trees (hairy strawberry)... ....my sibling and I would steal the fruits during the seasons.....and Alice would come out to chase us away....it went on for years......like a game of cat and mouse.<br /><br />As we grew older...my sisters would chat with her over the thick fencing undergrowth............they became friends.......... I have never seen her in person....I mean..............how she looks like........<br /><br />..........there were times when I saw her walking home from school..........she was always in front........... ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The week that was.....</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/The-week-that-was-230019672</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 00:18:33 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The week that was.....</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Chinese wedding dinner was never on time....and is always late.<br /><br />During my grandfather time...it was late because some of the guests arrived on foot.......some on bullock carts.......some trekked through jungle.......most do not have watch and relied on the sun&#146;s position.....<br /><br />...but dinner back then was a full day affair.<br /><br />During my father&#146;s time.....dinner was still late....though there was public transport...and many haves cars..........<br /><br />People do not arrive on time.. (to save face).... because they do not want to be seen as desperately hungry for a good meal they could not afford......so they purposefully arrive late.........t ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The Beggar's Chicken.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/The-Beggar-s-Chicken-230127267</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 08:40:11 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Beggar's Chicken.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I accompanied a friend, who had a sudden urge, to a restaurant at the remote end of a small town bordering the jungle. This friend of mine yearned for the taste of wild-life....and it seems to me he wanted to boost his libido.<br /><br />The restaurant serves games such as wild boar....snakes....sang kancil (deer)........ant- eaters........iguana (monitor lizard)....monkeys and animals that are caught by the aborigines.<br /><br />We ordered Curry Wild boar and Claypot iguana. .......and the soup of the day -  Snake's Skin.............I  ate just the curry wild boar ..............and left the rest to my friend............he ate whole heartily ...the herbal conco ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Lemang.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/Lemang-230227573</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 05:36:46 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Lemang.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I stopped by to buy Lemang for supper the other day. The Lemang  is glutinous rice flavored with coconut milk and bake in the hollow of a bamboo over open fire....absolutely delicious ...you can eat it on its own........<br /><br />......but it&#146;s best to go with the &#147;Rendang&#148;..... a traditional  Malay fare of  beef/chicken cook in a concoction of spices and grated coconut.... ..creating one of the better curried dish of tendered... very delicious dried spicy meat.<br /><br />The Lemang that I bought here was a big disappointment  because I was looking forward to a great supper at home.......only to realize that it was not completely cooked...it wa ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>TGIF</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/TGIF-230316740</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 01:56:36 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">TGIF</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I never got round to watch &#147;Thank God It&#146;s Friday&#148; the movie...and I don&#146;t know why!!!...and I never got round to dine at TGIF restaurant because I gravitate towards the Sushi Restaurant next door...every time I was there.<br /><br />....and as with Every Friday....I sigh with glee &#147;Thank God It&#146;s Friday&#148; this Friday as I made my way back home after a very difficult Friday.......TGIF!!!<br /><br />It was not to be...I was caught in a massive traffic jam lasting more than an hour...and I was caught with my pants down, literally,  ........in sheer agony TGIF [The Gallbladder Is Full]......instinctively I look around for trees.... ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The Chinaman.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/The-Chinaman-230428968</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 10:02:17 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Chinaman.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Ah Kow (not his real name) is the very proud owner of Ah Tee (his real name) meaning Younger Brother.<br />...Ah Tee is a miniature cockerel who had done Ah Kow proud by winning several local competitions for the best poise and the handsomest cockerel...<br /><br />......Ah Kow is head and heel over Ah Tee and pronounced him his &#147;King Cock&#148;...<br /><br />.Ah Kow takes Ah Tee everywhere he went........<br /><br /> I quote Ah Kow..<br /><br /> &#147;I take Ah Tee, my King Cork everywhere.....even to the whorehouse...haha!<br />..Don&#146;t worry ......I got many hens for him.......hehe.......right or not!!....Ah Tee ......my King Cork...right or not!!&#148;<br /><br />[I include the quote... ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The Ghost Festival.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/The-Ghost-Festival-230719321</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 07:51:31 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Ghost Festival.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The Ghost Festival also known as the Feast of the Wandering Souls is being held on the whole of the seventh month of the Chinese Calendar (August). The ghosts from Hell are let loose during this time. Open air operas are held in market places and temples as part of the feast.<br /><br />Fast forward.....today.<br /><br />We have concerts by Singers singing pop songs performing on stage in front of  rows....and rows of empty chairs .....RSVP for the "You-know-who"......only some front seats were taken by the brave audiences (human)......me being one of them.<br /><br />The concerts this year were pale shadows of last year.........we have Pole-dancing by skimpily dressed la ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Sorry Dude!</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/Sorry-Dude-231275527</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 22:20:36 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Sorry Dude!</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ From the corner of my eyes....... I spotted a flash of moment about 50meter away....and as I turned to scrutinize, I saw a dog &#145;galloping&#146; daintily...I went after it.<br /><br />..[ It was in a new housing estate.....and most premises were unoccupied... ]<br /><br />...I brisk walked in a purposeful manner so as not to startle the subject.... and as I was closing in on him......the &#145;Dude&#146; stopped. .....I frisked out the camera slowly...and inched my way closer with no sudden untoward tic ....to record the episode.<br /><br />The &#145;Dude&#146; is one of the sweetest dude of any kind I have seen....and I would love to care for the mutt if I hadn&#146; ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Hometown Seafood Restaurant.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/Hometown-Seafood-Restaurant-231501137</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 00:24:27 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Hometown Seafood Restaurant.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ No fancy spread...expensive décor....just cheap melamine and plastic cutlery.....<br />....and where the cooking is done by old aunties/uncles who have been cooking for ages from recipe passed down....<br /><br />......where waiters/waitresses are the children on school holidays ..and the chief waiter (captain)..is the spouse of the chef ...recommending the catch of the day.<br /><br />..and ....plates...crockery...used utensils are washed by grandmas/dads....too old to for any jobs on the frontline....yet still healthy enough to be gainfully employed...( money is never enough especially when one is old ).<br /><br />..... the service.....erratic....and dependent on the  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>What's with them....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 00:21:20 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">What's with them....</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ What&#146;s with the dogs........in a space of a year ....Ashitaka went under the surgeon&#146;s knife to remove a leg (documented earlier).....that climaxes in the last two months...starting with Trusty&#146;s operation to remove the cancerous cyst (documented earlier)...somewhere in May.....<br /><br />.........Gosh!!!!!!!...followed by Steady&#146;s infected right ear that called for many followed up treatments...to clean and dress the wound until it heals ..........OMG!!! ...the wound opened up again due to scratching .........and OMG....OMG...OMG!!!!! maggots infested it...and subsequently took her back to the good Doctor .....the Dr. painstakingl ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Still at the Banquet.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 19:14:09 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Still at the Banquet.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Wisdom propound that it runs in the family.....Science promulgate that it runs in the blood....Genetic substantiate DNA ...the inherent testimony of the composite makeup of a person.....<br />...................and I say, ...we cannot choose our parents !!!<br /><br />Talent runs in a family....just like the little girl of 4 years who sang a Chinese folk song called &#147; My Daddy lost his spectacle&#148; on stage without a single off-key. This little &#145;sweety pie&#146; is the second generation niece of the groom.<br /><br />Come to think of it...the only talent I inherited from my blood line is the ability to talk and also the inability to sing......My earlies ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The Wedding Banquet.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 09:42:29 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Wedding Banquet.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I attended the Wedding Banquet last night......I enjoyed it thoroughly....the food was sumptuously delicious...outmatching those serve at very prestigious five stars restaurants in the city. I cannot understand why....this is the second banquet that I have attended here in this coastal town....and it is among the best ... ....food and all.<br /><br />This update is not about food......it is my friend&#146;s son wedding....it was just about the most romantic entrance by a newly wed I have had the pleasure to witness.<br /><br />Both the bride and groom sang while making their entrance into the banquet hall......[and sing they can ].....because the groom is an acc ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Wedding Invitation.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 23:30:16 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Wedding Invitation.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Mr. Yap has been a loyal customer to the company for almost 25 years and over the period we have became friends.<br /><br />So, when I received the invitation, I was very happy not only because I get to participate in the merriment of a marriage but more meaningfully I get to see a child who has grown up to be someone&#146;s husband over a period of time that flashes by....... underscoring our coming of age.....and that in a year or so........ my friends will be the grandparents...and that&#146;s one of life&#146;s greatest gift.<br /><br />......and with that I would like to extend my Heartiest Congratulation to both Mr. and Mrs. Yap (sr.) for being Successful  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The King of Fruits.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 08:52:45 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The King of Fruits.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ This had been a very hectic and trying week...It&#146;s too &#147;hot&#148;....stressful that I decided again to take Sam to the countryside to &#147;cool&#148; down.<br /><br />... Nothing takes the mind away from the toil and broil of the &#145;rat race&#146; better than a good drive to nowhere... [minus the traffic]......ending up in the Durian collection centre ...where we can buy the &#147;King of  Fruits&#148; for a fraction of the price that we pay for in the city.<br /><br />Here too, we have a wider selection of different so called &#147;generic made-to-order, cutting edge technological invent&#148; type of Durian.....of even more mind boggling &#147;wh ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The Good Son.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 18:40:51 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Good Son.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I took the beaten track off- road to a small village to visit an acquaintance whom I have not seen for a while. I love the warm friendly people there.<br /><br />Here I met the "Boss" of the small stall...it was like a step backward into time....about 40 years back.....<br />.........and in this modern era......it is like a life museum ...a reminder of the past<br />.......the conservatory of the bygone years etched onto the surrealistic templates of our conscience of what is now the extension of the new age morality accelerated beyond wisdom.<br /><br />Today, the Story is about the Allegiance of a filial son.<br /><br />In our country, where admission into Public University is  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Gonna miss them.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 00:38:51 PDT</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ TRUSTY<br /><br />Trusty is recovering well under medication and the "new growth" receded. <br />Dr. Kanda told us that she's lucky but bear in mind that it may come back and told us that he would not operate on it again as it would be pointless to prolong the suffering....<br />...Euthanasia is the only answer.<br /><br />Touch wood!!!!! Trusty will be here with us for many more years to come.<br /><br />*The Elizabeth collars on Trusty is not wide enough to prevent her long tongue from licking the growth and the wound....a plastic sheet was cellophaned to it.......It works!!<br />She's very obedient as she did not try removing it.<br /><br />STEADY.<br /><br />We found Steady 13years ago abandoned by  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>So Sad.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 02:11:33 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">So Sad.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ On the eve (Sunday 24th.) of Trusty's operation.....I patted her...I stroked her forehead gently......I looked forlornly into her eyes.....she gazed back knowingly....sadly....and she licked my hand. ..............................................................This is the first time....I touched her.<br />...............the first time that I stroke her lovingly......and spoke softly ...Love to her.<br /><br />[I love dogs but I rarely touch them...almost never.....I did carry the old "Lucky" once when she was hurt.....but that's about it.]<br /><br />We sent Trusty to the Vet on Monday 25th. at 10.30am.....Dr. Kanda was there waiting..<br />......I didn't get to say go ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Jackson's Hotdog.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2009 06:56:32 PDT</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Jackson&#146;s Hotdog has been around for more than 35 years...I remembered my late father taking me to the park (Taman Jaya) to patronize the Jacksons&#146;.<br /><br />It was a big thing those days....the only other place selling Hotdogs is the A&W which is about a km. away.....And the only other place where we can buy sausages and the buns are the Robinsons and the Cold Storage.<br /><br />I can still clearly  feel.....the &#147;COOL factors&#148;...the hip ...the tight blue jean....leather jacket that was later replaced by ...hippies....bell bottoms...the Beatles hairstyle.....boots.......the &#145;bob&#146; hair style for girls.......the songs...James Taylo ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Who SAYS!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 00:24:09 PDT</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Who SAYS !!<br /><br />I went to the local joint ..&#147;Shogun&#148;.....a  Japanese&#146;s &#145;eat-all-u-can&#146; buffet . It is celebrating its tenth anniversary with the &#147;Promotional discount&#148; of  50% off per pax.<br />......a real good DEAL...we cannot resist. I have been there many times and there is a very good spread of fine cuisine of high quality....the service is impeccable and the staffs......hmm....SMILES.<br /><br />Bad times..Who SAYS!!....the place was packed but when the picture was taken it was near the closing time at 3pm for the lunch crowd. I was still there with my family..EATING my money&#146;s worth...waiting for the fresh OYSTER ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Eat first.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 05:34:11 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Eat first.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Eat first!!!Sushi<br /><br />Just the other day (last week).......It was a very tough week...everything that can go wrong ...went wrong.................[it was the one of the %$@day].....faced with mounting debts...........worsening economic situation........creditor-a-calling..(kicking).....<br />......customers BOUNCED cheques..........insufficient funds!!!.....bankers&#146; friendly call (you know what I mean)...<br /><br />.......friends came asking for financial aids (I need LOAN..bro.)..........customers requested for additional credit facilities and extended payment period (I need BORROWING..)<br />...received REPOSSESSION letter..........................UNIVERSI ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The World's Coolest Pet.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 09:27:04 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The World's Coolest Pet.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Once a person saw pass the ugliness..... a person sees beauty .......<br />...I see tolerance......I saw the universality of God&#146;s creation and I saw economic opportunity .......I see teachers screaming...<br />......I saw the ultimate cool...the baddest... coolest.......the hottest dude/chick is the owner of the horseshoe crab...The World&#146;s Coolest Pet.<br /><br />No more bullies...no more introvert to bore you...no more extrovert to make you feel more insecure.....No more busybody......you are left on your own device ..<br />AND best of all...you do not have to bathe it...walk it...pamper it with affection....just pack it in the bag and bring to school ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The Mother of All Ugliness.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 07:59:03 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Mother of All Ugliness.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The World&#146;s ugliest Living/Non-living thing&#133;.Ladies and Gentleman&#133;.May I present the Horse-shoe-crab. With this &#133;.I REST MY CASE.<br /><br />Trivial, fact and highlight.<br /><br />TRIVIAL :- When I was little&#133;...I would run&#133;stomp&#133;.Stomp&#133;.and STOMP on its back until it sinks into the sand &#133;..and get the hell out. <br />[It&#146;s ...FREAKING.... SO VERY SATISFYING]<br /><br />TRIVIAL :- It is sold for its eggs (cheap caviar)&#133;&#133;lay it on its back and put it over           fire until cook. The eggs are at the tip (supposedly the head.)..directly opposite the tail.<br />Just break open the shell...about a spoonful of culinary del ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The World's Ugliest Gatepost.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 09:45:53 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The World's Ugliest Gatepost.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The World's Ugliest House.<br /><br />Along with the Dodo bird, Chivalry became extinct&#133;&#133;&#133;&#133;.Common sense went the way of the dinosaur&#133;and good taste, if any at all,  is in the domain of the horseshoe crab.<br /><br />To each his own&#133;a man&#146;s home is his castle&#133;.who are we to talk about one&#146;s home&#133;the sanctuary of one&#146;s heart&#133;.but for the life of the horseshoe crab,<br />&#133;. how could anybody sees something so blatantly ugly and not talk about it&#133;.only to shake the head in quiet disbelief at something so loudly repulsive.<br /><br />I can&#146;t&#133;I need to speak up not to spite but to do justice to the con ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>The World's Ugliest Building.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 08:41:26 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The World's Ugliest Building.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I have posted the picture of this building a few months ago&#133;I didn&#146;t write anything about it as I was lost for words&#133;.what is there to write or tell except that it is the ugliest thing/object/insult/spaceship or whatever you might like to call it.<br /><br />And it was until now that I found enough courage to lent inspiration to speak on it and tell about (my side of the story) what actually went through the mind of its creator &#150; the ARCHITECT, himself. &#133;&#133;&#133;&#133;&#133;&#133;&#133;&#133;&#133;&#133;&#133;[I am always RIGHT ] .<br /><br />I love buildings &#133;I always marveled at the Architectural Wonders of the World &#133;I s ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Bankrupt Politician.</title>
                <link>http://talk3talk4.deviantart.com/journal/Bankrupt-Politician-233375958</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 03:14:26 PDT</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ [An excerpt from a commissioned speech titled &#147;Renewal Regeneration&#148;.]<br /><br />Ladies and Gentlemen&#133;before I debauch further the topic<br /><br />Let me give you an anecdote.<br /><br />Imagine a building (our Nation) supported by four pillars put in place by our founding father&#133;cemented in with sound Constitutionality &#133; subservient to the natural law of sovereignty and suzerainty governing the rights of every person thereis.<br /><br />The workmanship to cement in place the pillars is the toil, sweat and tears of  Leaders of highest integrity and fortitude coupled with the tenacity of one people in one united voice marching forward&#133;making GREAT str ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Belly Dancing.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 07:38:17 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Belly Dancing.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I went for a 'walk walk' stroll to Petaling Street, the Chinatown at the heart of the Capital <br />&#133;accompanying my family members.<br /><br />Petaling Street is no longer the Chinatown per se because foreigners are employed to manage the stalls &#133;..while the Chinese entrepreneurs diversified into Manufacturing&#133; &#133;Café&#133;.Restaurants&#133; even some brothels and other more Lucrative legitimate businesses&#133;like they say..  "GOING UPMARKET"<br /><br />Belly Dancing and Brazillian Wax are the 'in things' and the current rage of the Metropolitan&#133;anybody who is somebody at all is into Belly Dancing &#133;<br /><br />&#133;&#133;while the very we ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Bananas Fritter Lady.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 01:42:32 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Bananas Fritter Lady.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The lady here is manning the stall for her parents and babysitting her nephew.<br />I patronized the stall for a few years now and I have seen this young girl growing up to be a fine young lady.  Just a few weeks ago, I saw her driving her parents&#133;....................................how time flies.<br /><br />I am happy for them because they are doing very well &#133;.a far cry from when they first started. They are the HEROES of Asia.<br /><br />The longish deserts are the Banana Fritters&#133;the flatten pieces are the Yam and Sweet Potatoes Fritters. Of late, they started making doughnuts (simply delicious&#133;the traditional doughnut). It cost $1 for 3 pie ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>king for a day.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 07:21:26 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">king for a day.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Attended a Wedding Banquet held last Saturday to celebrate my nephew&#146;s marriage in a Nirvana Ballroon of the International Hotel. It was GRAND and there was a sumptuous spread of exotic VEGETARIAN cuisine.<br /><br /> I enjoyed it thoroughly especially the Shark&#146;s Fin that was made entirely of &#147;I don&#146;t know what&#148;,&#133; the Four Seasons&#133;.Vegetarian fried prawns&#133;the Roast Duck , the &#147;Monk Jump Over the Wall&#148; &#133;and the Beggar&#146;s Chicken. (Strictly VEGAN).<br /><br />It is our custom to treat the &#147;Newly Wed&#148; pompously just for the day and the Groom will be bestow with a King&#146;s treatment in accordan ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Bakar the Cobbler.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 20:58:44 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Bakar the Cobbler.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Bakar has been plying his trade at this busy sidewalk of this busy street somewhere in Kuala Lumpur&#133;.. he is an unlicensed trader&#133;and he is constantly harassed by the municipal officers in their tour of duties.<br /><br />&#133;.The Enforcement personnel would issue him summon which he dutifully pays and at time they would confiscate his tools of trade and he would have to pay a levy to have it back.<br /><br />Tell it to Bakar and thousands of them like him&#133;.they would laugh it off &#133;..the summonses and the levies are as RENTALS and computed as cost of doing business&#133;.they are earning a decent living supporting their families&#133;..most ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Smelly TOFU and Pasar Malam</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 05:28:21 PST</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Smelly TOFU and Pasar Malam (night market)<br /><br />After the Dental sojourn many evenings ago&#133;..We drop by at the pasar malam (night market) to have our supper and to get new clothes (myself) for the Chinese New Year.<br /><br />We had fried noodles&#133;soup noodles&#133;.curry noodles&#133;and it was satisfyingly good.<br /><br />That evening&#133;...I decided to be adventurous &#133;for no apparent reason..I decided to try out the &#145;Chow Tofu&#146;..(Smelly Tofu) a la carte&#133;&#133;.it has been bordering me for years&#133;.. The aroma stench like sewage&#133;and true to its slogan &#147;AROMA ACROSS A THOUSAND MILES&#148;.<br /><br />The queue was long&#133;.we wa ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>I want..I want..I WANTChapter1</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 10:01:08 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">I want..I want..I WANTChapter1</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ This afternoon I saw the cutest TOYS ever&#133;and if I was a child&#133;.I would have ranted<br />&#133;I want&#133; I want&#133;I want&#133;and if my parent still refuses to get one for me&#133;&#133;I would have activated the battle station &#133;declare all out WAR  till the objective is secured.<br /><br />I would go into my room &#133;lock up &#133;and STARVE.. (after I had smuggled enough ration to last a week)&#133;and my parent would squirmed&#133;..and I dare them to watch me starve to death&#133;.and I will only eat if they buy me the &#145;stuff puppy with naughty ears&#146;.<br /><br />Go to >>  talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com  ..to see the cutest stuff  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Sam ate it.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 04:31:54 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Sam ate it.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Chinese New Year is a few days away&#133;...the top item on the shopping list was a dining table. I have been looking around for one to replace the Dining table that has been with us for 15 years.<br /><br />Found one &#133;.a  5&#146; by 5&#146; &#133;.solid cheddar wood with beautiful grains in deep champagne hue&#133;..and comes with 8 chairs (slightly raised) that sit a person comfortably in a regal relax position to pig out .<br /><br />The Dining set cost $ 3000&#133;..a sum I can barely afford but absolutely necessary because it is really a shame to be seen in one&#133; though it served us functionally well as required&#133;.but my MOTHER has been nagging ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Last Joe.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 06:46:42 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Last Joe.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Last Joe.<br /><br />Old uncle is the last of the few craftsmen left in this &#145;sunset industry&#146;. None of his children are keen to follow his footsteps and it is left to be seen whether his craftsmanship will survive into the next generation.<br /><br />Uncle told me that the supplies of cane is shrinking due to rabid urbanization that resulted in the deterioration of the environment affecting the &#145;virgin jungle&#146;&#133;where most of the canes are harvested by the aborigines and sold at an exorbitant price to the cane industry.<br /><br />Gone are the days&#133;where cane harvested by the aborigines were exchange for basic necessity like salt&#133;.sugar&# ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Hairspray.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 06:00:18 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Hairspray.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I accompanied my wife and daughters to the saloon this afternoon&#133;the Saloon is operated in a low-cost apartment converted into a &#145;low cost unisex saloon&#146; by a lady dog lover.<br /><br />Perming and styling for the three of them cost $105.00&#133;for the same services rendered by a fancier saloon would have cost between $350 to a $1000&#133;..for that saving&#133;it was worthwhile to bear the discomfort and possibly having to share the same cutting utensils with her dogs (very adorable). Desperate time calls for desperate cost cutting measures.<br /><br />While the proprietor was styling my family&#146;s hair inside her saloon&#133;.her husband was ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Just JOE.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 09:25:01 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Just JOE.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Just JOE.<br /><br />I took Sam (my wife) to a concert this evening&#133;&#133;.didn&#146;t not have extra Mu lala<br />(money) to splash &#133;so just like any ordinary Joe&#133;&#133;I got Sam to perch on the railings<br />&#133;.while I climb up a tree &#133;.(and Yes&#133;I am that agile ) to get a clear shot.<br /><br />Enjoyed the concert&#133;&#133;come join me >>>>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com<br /><br />While you are there, please click on the advertisement that interest you&#133;it doesn&#146;t cost you anything and I get to earn some money&#133;every cent counts. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Mobile Steamboat.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 09:24:56 PST</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Mobile Steamboat.:hungry:<br /><br />If business doesn&#146;t come to you&#133;.you bring business to them&#133;..that&#146;s the Key Strategy<br />..in today&#146;s dog eat dog world&#133;You undercut&#133;..You fast forward&#133;You one step further&#133;.You overdo&#133;.You Cultivate&#133;&#133;.You Motivate and You INNOVATE.<br /><br />Mobile Steamboats:hungry: have been mushrooming  faster than rabbits&#133;&#133;and to stay one step ahead&#133;this fella innovated&#133;.he incorporated grilling and barbecuing:hungry: &#133;and business was brisk.<br /><br />Sit tight. Before the month is over&#133;.we will see :hungry:Sizzling BBQ Mobile Steamboat all over town. What n ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>breakfast at tiffany.....almost</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 04:43:58 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">breakfast at tiffany.....almost</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Breakfast at tiffany&#133;almost.<br /><br />I took Sam to the market&#133;decided to pop in to the coffeeshop for breakfast.<br />I had &#145;Char-kui-teow&#146;&#133;.fried noodles&#133; [.EXTRA Chilli..boss!...raw cockles..ALSO!!! ]<br />..2 half boil eggs and iced tea.<br /><br />Health Rating: TOO RICH&#133;maybe Hazardous to the BACKDOOR&#133;.(too spicy).<br /><br />I was down with flu that evening and was centrifugally morbid for a week&#133;popping anti-biotic and painkillers like jelly beans&#133;.going about not knowing what to do or what not to do&#133;to summarize mildly&#133;..I was ZOMBIFIED.<br /><br />Go feast your eyes on my breakfast >>>> talkthreetalkfour.blogspot.com <br /> ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>All-You-Can-Eat   BBQ.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 04:41:43 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">All-You-Can-Eat   BBQ.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ All-You-Can-Eat BBQ.<br /><br />It was a gloomy day&#133;this afternoon&#133;nothing seems right&#133;..it was rainy<br />&#133;.business is bad (very)&#133;..staffs giving problems&#133;stock market collapsed<br />&#133;.withdrawal symptoms irritate&#133;.Sam&#146;s menopause&#133;..Steady&#146;s ear turns septic<br />&#133;.GOSH!!!!!!...when all else is not well&#133;EAT&#133;and EAT&#133;and EAT first.<br /><br />So, I took my family to the Mall for the Korean All-You-Can-Eat Barbeque buffet.<br />&#133;it was FANTASTIC&#133;.spiritually UPLIFTING&#133;I ate a horse, so to speak.<br />We arrived at 1pm&#133;.and was there eating until 4pm. I ENJOYED myself thoroughly.<br /> Tomorrow ]]></media:text>            
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