<?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-1633618285017751041</id><updated>2012-02-13T23:30:41.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Sanctuary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-9129216825423589402</id><published>2010-03-29T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:54:21.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Principle, principle</title><content type='html'>Nivlac is a weird creature, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, our normal gym schedule was planned by him where he indicated that we will go to gym on "even number" dates (after numerous ranting from me as we always tend to go to the same branch). Which means, 2th, 4th, 6th and so on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By doing this, we get to go to all four branches in PJ and different instructors' classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivlac: Tomorrow gym (30th), then have to stop 2 days and go again on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Nivlac: Cos Wednesday is 31st and Thursday is 1st. &lt;br /&gt;Me: WTFFFF????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some people say, "diikat prinsip sendiri" (tied by his own priciple).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-9129216825423589402?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/9129216825423589402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=9129216825423589402&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/9129216825423589402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/9129216825423589402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2010/03/principle-principle.html' title='Principle, principle'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-3584571330216991341</id><published>2010-01-11T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:03:52.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contented?</title><content type='html'>The recent trip to HK really opened my eyes on the cultures of Hongkies. While service at the local &lt;em&gt;char chan teng&lt;/em&gt; (coffee shops) are bad, it's an entirely different thing when you stepped into international chain stores like 7-Eleven, Giordano, Levi's etc. So yes, HK is a place to shop but not exactly a good place for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shopping, I accidentally peeked into my friend's wallet few weeks back and I commented, "Yo, nice wallet." He replied, "LV. 800 bucks". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the wallet doesn't have the typical (or should I say, famous?) LV monograph, so I couldn't recognise it at first. But spending a whopping 800 for a wallet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: I bought it in Europe few years back. It costs a few hundred cheaper there than here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, but still, 800?&lt;br /&gt;He: Sometimes we need to pamper ourselves a bit mah. After you spent it, you'll work harder to earn the money back. That's how you progress further in your career and income, rather than staying stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm sorta agree to what he said, I think I need plenty of motivation to push myself to "progress further in my career". Contented with my current state? I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I saw a very nice wallet in HK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-3584571330216991341?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/3584571330216991341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=3584571330216991341&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3584571330216991341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3584571330216991341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2010/01/contented.html' title='Contented?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-9142686981659886656</id><published>2009-08-26T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:29:33.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announce-ment Day</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the announcement on the pay cut was made today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, the staff has been already asking me why are they cutting the pay (can see in their payslips). I just pretend I don't know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Payroll sent the announcement to their emails, it suddenly became very noisy; everyone just dump what they're been doing and swarmed the PCs to see how much they deduct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are they cutting our pay??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? RM900++!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This wasn't our fault right? It was Payroll's mistake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt guilty for exposing the secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: "You guys should know this day will come. I'm sure you all know that there are excess cash going in your account every month but you just kept quiet about it. Now the company is taking back the money and all you do is make noise."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-9142686981659886656?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/9142686981659886656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=9142686981659886656&amp;isPopup=true' title='274 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/9142686981659886656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/9142686981659886656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/08/announce-ment-day.html' title='Announce-ment Day'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>274</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4519567595776013542</id><published>2009-08-17T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:47:00.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Charade</title><content type='html'>Recently, when I was back to hometown, I was asked by my dad to sign a few documents. Apparently, he finally decided to scrap my old Daihatsu Charade to get a new car (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I realized the car isn't for me, it's for my brother instead (or is it for my dad himself?). But Nivlac insisted that if my old car is under my name, the new one will be automatically registered under my name as well (after they scrapped it). Anyone know about stuff like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to the new Myvi SE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bye bye to the old Charade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4519567595776013542?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4519567595776013542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4519567595776013542&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4519567595776013542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4519567595776013542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/08/bye-bye-charade.html' title='Bye Bye Charade'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-635381986155414782</id><published>2009-08-10T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:51:51.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest or Stupiak?</title><content type='html'>I did something in the office lately, which will change the whole department probably starting next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like something big and important huh? It actually helps the company but not the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I notice that company payroll in India actually pays me and some of the staff extra in previous months... so I asked HR why do I get that extra few hundreds... and when they investigate, it seems to be a mistake did by payroll and no one said anything about it till I found it out myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means, HR will do the adjustments and deduct the overpaid amount from everyone in the company starting next month, including me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... honest or stupid ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-635381986155414782?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/635381986155414782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=635381986155414782&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/635381986155414782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/635381986155414782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/08/honest-or-stupiak.html' title='Honest or Stupiak?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7275030969676957367</id><published>2009-08-05T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:28:52.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hepi With New Job</title><content type='html'>This blog's dying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of. The author was too lazy to update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, he suddenly came back. Well... for the meantime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haf to tell you ah, working here in new office is much better hor. Everyday lunch time hor, sure can see leng jai every where one. From Loreal la, Deloitte la, Kraft la, and even from my company. There are no leng jai from my department (too bad!) but the department next door, there's a hunky Malay guy. Our employee club's new secretary also not bad hor, good thing is since I'm also a committee member of the club, so I get to see him every time we have meeting. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this tall guy in specs, and a former Malaysia Hottest Hunk Top 12 finalist (we call him Mr October cos he was featured on the month of October in the calendar. Cannot remember which year lah... maybe 2007). Too bad both also in the department next door, so I don't have much chance to see them in office. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hor, when queuing up to "tah pau" lunch, when I see there's a leng jai in the queue, I will go and stand near to him lo. Hahaha, so vain hor... I know lah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, except from the problems in my department, it's fun to work here lo, unlike my old company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;The second last paragraph is just a joke!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7275030969676957367?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7275030969676957367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7275030969676957367&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7275030969676957367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7275030969676957367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/08/hepi-with-new-job.html' title='Hepi With New Job'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5092617892694303730</id><published>2009-06-01T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:40:45.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>In case you're wondering, I'm pretty much still alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been hectic at work ever since I started work at this new company. When reach home, it's time to prepare dinner. I also go to gym less nowadays. Janvier and Nivlac were getting bored of gym as well. Even my makan kakis aren't that active in food blogging anymore. Sometimes, I feel as if I'm slowly becoming like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I saw this camera at the shop. I have been thinking to get a new one and give my current one to my sister. Just after that, my current camera started to act strangely - it takes longer time to startup and the lens will retract and restart automatically when in use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day while playing P4, I accidentally "chose" the wrong options which led the game to a bad ending... Luckily I saved the game before that. I'm quite eager to replay it but my biggest obstacle at home would be Nivlac. You see, there is only one TV and I can't use it cos he just bought a set of TVB drama DVDs yesterday... he's watching it as I'm typing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then... I got a surprise present from AmeerZachary last week. He posted me the Bangkok Love Story DVD set which he bought in Taiwan! So sweet of him :) &lt;br /&gt;*Thanks again AZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5092617892694303730?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5092617892694303730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5092617892694303730&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5092617892694303730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5092617892694303730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5550662588443974627</id><published>2009-05-15T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:16:15.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music From FFVI</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 15th May 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly thought of putting this up after Janvier told me about Distant World: Music From Final Fantasy (that was last month, by the way) concert in SG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was "&lt;em&gt;Why doesn't the concert come to KL!?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gamer I am, but I'm not a loyal fan of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Final_fantasy"&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;. In fact, out of the thirteen/fourteen main installments of Final Fantasy (not including those metaseries and spin-offs), I only played FFI, FFVI (also known as FFIII for North America's version), FFX, FFX-2 and FFXII (not completed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these 5 series, I personally feel that FFXII has the best CGI movies (for the meantime, before FFXIII is out, I guess), FFX has the best gameplay and FFVI has the best video game music soundtracks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly love a few tracks from FFVI, such as Forever Rachel, Celes Theme, Relm and Aria di Mezzo Carattere, where Celes 'performed' the song during a cutscene involving an opera performance. The track remain popular today and have been performed numerous times in orchestral concerts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/d9_4fQFtcZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/d9_4fQFtcZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=d9_4fQFtcZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=d9_4fQFtcZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=d9_4fQFtcZ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=d9_4fQFtcZ" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/d9_4fQFtcZ/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/IA1qgr/music/4PbeEdAG/final-fantasy-6-celes-orchestrated/"&gt;Celes (orchestrated) - 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Nobuo Uematsu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria di Mezzo Carattere - Celes in the opera scene in the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EN3zy2zBcgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EN3zy2zBcgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5550662588443974627?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5550662588443974627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5550662588443974627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5550662588443974627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5550662588443974627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-from-ffvi.html' title='Music From FFVI'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-3487371085791624094</id><published>2009-04-30T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:02:07.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen, Oh Stephen</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 30th April 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, yesterday was my first time attending Stephen's B.Jam and I think my eyes were just practically glued on his arms, chest and hips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does younger guys nowadays becoming more and more attractive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason why Alexander, LemonLime and Braving are going gaga over guys younger than them. Hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, it was Nivlac's suggestion to attend his class. He just dump B.Pump that day and say "Let's go for Stephen's class today!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-3487371085791624094?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/3487371085791624094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=3487371085791624094&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3487371085791624094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3487371085791624094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/04/stephen-oh-stephen.html' title='Stephen, Oh Stephen'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7693883143473892469</id><published>2009-04-17T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:08:53.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>South to Sporeland, Part 1</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 17th April 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braving, Nivlac and I intruded Singapore end of last month to pay Sinner (who was assigned to work there for 3 weeks) and DL a visit. Since we can bunk in at Sinner's hotel for free, Nivlac decided to fly over thru Tiger Airways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior of the plane is very similar to AirAsia except that their seats are in dark blue and made of fabric (red and leather in AirAsia). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after we were seated, a lady sat opposite us and was scolding the air stewardess. Apparently, her finger was bleeding and I think she was annoyed by their slow "rescue" action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's budget terminal at Terminal 2 was quite empty that morning but very clean and new. We took the MRT at Terminal 3 by free shuttle bus (from Terminal 2 to Terminal 3) straight to City Hall (if I remember correctly). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still early, about nine something in the morning and DL haven't arrive to meet up with us, so we walked a bit into Raffles City mall. Most of the shops weren't open yet except a few restaurants serving breakfast. Took a shot of the neatly arranged tables and chairs of the lower ground food court, shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=P1150025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/P1150025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met up with DL and he brought us to Marina Square for brunch. According to Nivlac, DL insisted to come to this place called Xin Wang HK &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;char chan teng&lt;/span&gt; (cafe) because he liked the food here. We had nissin noodles, curry chicken bun, pork chop, noodles with spicy pork cubes, prawn paste chicken and we shared a dessert, the tallest mango snow ice I've ever had! The shaved ice were topped with mango puree, mango cubes and one scoop of mango ice cream. Pure enjoyment for mango aficionados! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=P1150051.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/P1150051.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked over to Esplanade, which is next to JP Morgan building, camwhored a bit at the back of the building that overlooked the skyscrapers and the Merlion fountain and took MRT to our next destination... Funan DigitaLife Mall since Braving said he wanna have a look on iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=P1150060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/P1150060.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=P1150069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/P1150069.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we've came to the wrong place as the mall is only selling computer and accessories! Soooo, we walked to Bugis Junction instead, not without stopping by at a noon market to gobble on ice cream bun (their ice cream for bun is cut into rectangular shape!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=P1150101.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/P1150101.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at Bugis, the three of them immediately "surrounded" the poor iPhone on display (working model, not dummy) - shake, knock with finger, press, slide, flip, take photos etc while I just standing behind and watch. Me not an Apple fan :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=P1150106.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/P1150106.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired from all the walking, we stopped by at MOS burger to grab a teriyaki chicken burger set (very fresh lettuce, unlike KFC or McD) and took the MRT to Chinatown to meet up with Sinner (finally!) as he only can leave work at 6pm. Imagine that we actually walked since 9am++ till 6pm++. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took shower and before dinner, Sinner brought us to &lt;a href="http://www.sportsmenasia.com"&gt;Sportsmen Asia&lt;/a&gt; store inside Chinatown Point. A very gayish shop, with lots of underwears, tank tops, sex toys, fancy shirts and pants, male magazines, postcards, posters, lubricants for sell. And also, some friendly gay sales promoters. I got a piece of black, but thin cloth, short sleeves shirt. Wondering whether it'll be sheer in sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be continued.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'll be leaving for GuangZhou in another few hours (might have reached by the time you read this), will be back next Tuesday. Have a good weekend ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7693883143473892469?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7693883143473892469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7693883143473892469&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7693883143473892469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7693883143473892469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/04/south-to-sporeland-part-1.html' title='South to Sporeland, Part 1'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-8373034764174797223</id><published>2009-04-17T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:24:12.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You My Job</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 17th April 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.40pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hafiq, here's my entry tag."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Okay, thank you. Good luck to your new job. See you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thanks! Bye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.25pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was deleting and uninstall all the craps that I saved into my office PC; MP3, blog pictures, FTP program, wallpapers, resume etc etc. Won't be using the PC anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes Mr XXX, your order has been executed. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinner's MSN message: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Another 1.5 hours to go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was busy filling in the account application forms for my last new client at the counter. Made mistakes repeatedly and I have to re-fill them again and again. It's been a while since I actually do that, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my last few hours at work before I left the office for good. Today was my last day and it was pretty hectic. Astin will take over my place temporary starting next week till my boss finds a new staff, and I was busy sorting out my messy documents and files to be pass over to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm a bit sad to leave. I'm gonna miss the freedom... or should I say, the privilege to use the TV to watch my Rachael Ray Show, unblocked Internet line for blogs and Facebook and so on. Also, I'll miss talking to my boss about cooking stuff, travel tips and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, my job... for supporting me all these while since I came to KL in June 2007. I shall miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-8373034764174797223?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/8373034764174797223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=8373034764174797223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8373034764174797223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8373034764174797223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-my-job.html' title='Thank You My Job'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5755886504646863733</id><published>2009-04-08T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:49:21.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch This</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 8th April 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are seriously cool dance moves. Watch them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wjWdvmUwA8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0wjWdvmUwA8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IU-ihPQMQNQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IU-ihPQMQNQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5755886504646863733?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5755886504646863733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5755886504646863733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5755886504646863733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5755886504646863733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/04/watch-this.html' title='Watch This'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4559121079517108516</id><published>2009-03-27T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:43:42.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Janvier</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 27th March 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Janvier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, Our affair is over. I think I realized it When your dog humped my leg Under the bus and I saw you Carve your initials into My boyfriend. I'm sure you're Frostbitten enough to understand That I may pee my pants. I'm returning Your toe ring to you, but I'll keep Your photo with the moustache drawn on it as a memory. You should also know that I Will not tell the authorites that you stole the whale from the backyard and You ruined my attempts at another world war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go milk a cow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how you do it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (Someone you recently talked to),&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) and (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - I'm in love with your cat&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I’m joining the Convent&lt;br /&gt;Black -Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Green- Our socks don't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a leprechaun&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself for candy&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - Purple hedgehogs want to destroy you&lt;br /&gt;Other -I dislike your eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night you picked your nose&lt;br /&gt;February -When I quoted Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;May - When I threw up in your sock drawer&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July – When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;August - When you smacked my ass&lt;br /&gt;September - Last year when you peed your pants&lt;br /&gt;October - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog humped my leg&lt;br /&gt;December - When I finally changed my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - When we skinny dipped in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;Chicken- In your car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of your office&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you were eating Kraft Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Jean Chrétien&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In a clown suit&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Elton John concert&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a street light&lt;br /&gt;Annat- With George Bush and Stephen Harper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Red - Put whipped cream on&lt;br /&gt;Black - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - bit of&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the pants off of&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey – The Catholic Priest&lt;br /&gt;Brown – The Montreal Canadian’s goalie&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My corned beef hash&lt;br /&gt;Red – My knee caps&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My salt-beef bucket&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My illegitimate child in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Blink 182 cd&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your ‘My Little Pony’ collection&lt;br /&gt;Other --The elephant in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Heroes- Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons- Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Open&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;Annat -shamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful you are&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That I get turned on only by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your smell makes me vomit&lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re related&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That I may pee my pants&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east is planning their revenge on you&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Ford sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That you need a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Silly - That I'm allergic to your earlobes&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That there is no solution to you being a dumb kid&lt;br /&gt;Other - That your driving sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your toe ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters to me&lt;br /&gt;Red - The pictures from Vegas&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your pet rock&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - Your car&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your nose hair clippers&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy underwear&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old New Kids on the Block blanket&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your Hannah Montana underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Your photo with the moustache drawn on it&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbors dog&lt;br /&gt;G/H - The oil tank from your car&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;K/L - The results of that blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your glass eye&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X – Your sucide note&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Love your sweet, sweet ass&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Always will remember the pep talks&lt;br /&gt;E/F -Never will forget that night&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Will not tell the authorites that you stole the whale from the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Mocked you behind your back constantly&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Hate your cooking&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about the moose poaching&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Told my psychiatrist about the bruises&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Always wanted to break your legs&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of your feet&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Will try to forget that you broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Haven’t showered in a month&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – am better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Wine- Our friendship is ruined&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – I’m off to lead a new life as a lemon&lt;br /&gt;Soda – I will haunt you when I’m reincarnated as an Eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Water – I'm scratching my butt as you read this&lt;br /&gt;Cider– I have a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice – You ruined my attempts at another world war&lt;br /&gt;Mineral/Vitamin water – You should get that embarrassing rash checked&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Your Cucumber-fetishism is weird&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey - I love Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;Beer – Thanks for the Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Other – you should stop picking your nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm tingly sensations&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Best of luck on the sex change&lt;br /&gt;France - Love always&lt;br /&gt;Spain - With tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;China – You make me sick&lt;br /&gt;Germany – Please don’t hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go milk a cow&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;USA - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Kiss my butt&lt;br /&gt;England - Go drown yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4559121079517108516?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4559121079517108516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4559121079517108516&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4559121079517108516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4559121079517108516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/03/dear-janvier.html' title='Dear Janvier'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-8228957710967652739</id><published>2009-03-20T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:41:39.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing Stuff In My Dreams</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 20th March 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird and disturbing dream last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a third-person shooting gamer, you might understand this better. The scene is like you're looking from a third party perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at a porch, facing the main gate. A dog, golden hair and unknown name was lying down on the floor, sleeping... further away from me. Then suddenly, a big piece of brownish red stuff flew into the porch and landed a few meters from me. I look at it and realised it was a piece of meat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I bend down and take that piece of meat, a guy with dark skin, curly short hair and angry face (resembles a Negro) climbed the fence and jumped in. At that moment, I spontaneously threw that meat at him, which caused him to mutter a few lines of speech in an unfamiliar language. At the same time, the dog awakes and charge at him but couldn't get him as the neck chain pulls it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy surprisingly, doesn't seem afraid of the dog. While continue to babble and scold in the foreign language, he threw the meat back to me. I evades and threw some of the items nearest to me, back at him (now you know why it feels like I'm playing a shooting game at this point), while the dog continues to bark and tried to charge at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I woke up and realised it was just 3.30am. The image of that guy's face continues to linger in my head, so I got up and grabbed myself a glass of water before hitting the pillow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me racist but I think I'll avoid any possible encounter with a Negro from now on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-8228957710967652739?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/8228957710967652739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=8228957710967652739&amp;isPopup=true' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8228957710967652739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8228957710967652739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/03/throwing-stuff-in-my-dreams.html' title='Throwing Stuff In My Dreams'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5126158936585324888</id><published>2009-03-19T08:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:07:52.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Back Soon</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 19th March 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to recharge my camera batteries (charger left at home in Ipoh previously)... so pictures and new post will be up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5126158936585324888?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5126158936585324888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5126158936585324888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5126158936585324888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5126158936585324888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-back-soon.html' title='Be Back Soon'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4314008288727342803</id><published>2009-03-12T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:09:11.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Bunny, Gym</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 12nd March 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's raining heavily, you still wanna continue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BunnyBan&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm around the area, might as well go for it. Are you ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure. See you at 7 then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An so, Bunny made his way to FF Axis yesterday. He's been saying things like wanna bulk up, eliminate the ever-growing belly and improving his stamina... hence I recommend that he pays FF a visit since I have free guest passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial plan was to introduce him to B.Jam but upon showing the receptionist his guest pass, a sales consultant was assigned to him and you know... all those sales talk... Ergh. He didn't agreed to join on the spot as he wanted to try out the GX programmes, so we went for B.Pump instead. Which was a good choice I think as he mentioned that he gets dizzy easily in any sort of aerobics/cardio exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the third/fourth track, I saw him started to breathe heavily and he gave me hint that his head's spinning. I asked him to leave the studio, grab a drink and take a break but he insist on going for the next tracks after a short break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah... he completed the whole B.Pump class on his first attempt. We then rested a while for him to catch his breath before shower and adjourned for late dinner at Sunway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4314008288727342803?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4314008288727342803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4314008288727342803&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4314008288727342803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4314008288727342803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/03/gym-bunny-gym.html' title='Gym Bunny, Gym'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2808406350719453182</id><published>2009-02-26T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:46:15.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 25</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 26th February 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;远走高飞 - 李圣杰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Sm2wXMwfrs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Sm2wXMwfrs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The song somehow plays faster than the lyric = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱你错了吗&lt;br /&gt;为什么会受到这么多惩罚&lt;br /&gt;他们说的话&lt;br /&gt;像针往心里扎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我心中的怕&lt;br /&gt;不知该怎么做才可以放下&lt;br /&gt;只不过想好好的爱一次啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*带我远走高飞&lt;br /&gt;不去理会&lt;br /&gt;这一个蜚短流长的世界布满虚伪&lt;br /&gt;是你让我选择长醉&lt;br /&gt;繁星守候月不能睡&lt;br /&gt;只因为爱上了夜的黑&lt;br /&gt;带我远走高飞&lt;br /&gt;一起去追&lt;br /&gt;有一个叫作幸福的世界没有泪水&lt;br /&gt;我已经感觉到疲累&lt;br /&gt;只想在你怀抱入睡&lt;br /&gt;不在乎别人眼中是非*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;重新再出发&lt;br /&gt;能不能让这天地不再嘈杂&lt;br /&gt;我的心里面&lt;br /&gt;安静得不像话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事的真假&lt;br /&gt;没有多余的力气去分辨它&lt;br /&gt;只不过想好好的爱一次啊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat * twice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2808406350719453182?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2808406350719453182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2808406350719453182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2808406350719453182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2808406350719453182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-my-playlist-25.html' title='From My Playlist 25'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-8103770261978015914</id><published>2009-02-25T09:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:31:42.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantry Posing</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 25th February 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was filling up my water bottle in the pantry just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was flowing slowly... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found myself posing while waiting. Right hand in the pocket, legs crossed, shoulder leaned against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked to my right side, changed from my left hand that was holding the bottle with my right hand, put my left hand in the pocket and slant my body a bit to the right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I put my hand on the pocket at the back of the pants. And I started to make faces as if there was a photoshoot session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to me?? Kena rasuk in the pantry???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-8103770261978015914?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/8103770261978015914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=8103770261978015914&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8103770261978015914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8103770261978015914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/02/pantry-posing.html' title='Pantry Posing'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-6920190890721750369</id><published>2009-02-24T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:21:24.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview-ed</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 24th February 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took half day leave and went for an interview yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time I was interviewed by three people and being hurled with plenty of case study questions (aptitude test?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict? A little stressful (gotta think fast and reply calmly). No idea how it will turn out to be as I only will know the result on Friday. If I got this job, it's more likely I will have to work till late (bye bye weekdays' gym classes) but of course, with higher pay. Save of transportation fee too as I can just walk to work (like how I used to do when I was still staying in Cheras). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait and see for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-6920190890721750369?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/6920190890721750369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=6920190890721750369&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6920190890721750369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6920190890721750369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/02/interview-ed.html' title='Interview-ed'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-9110078833719167703</id><published>2009-02-18T09:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:17:02.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Coming Out And Burden</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 18th February 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Coming out to your parents is not a fun thing to do. By telling them your sexual preferences, you indirectly passed your burden to them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"burden"&lt;/span&gt; mentioned here refers to the dreadful/disturbing question often hurled by your relatives during festive season... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When are you going to get married ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my dear Nivlac's comment to us in the car one fine evening, while we were driving back home with Sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how would coming out to your parents, burdened them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You might feel free or feel like the burden you carry all these time lifted from your shoulder if you tell your parents and they accept you. But the thing that you don't know is... by telling them, the situation changed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when Auntie A asked,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When is [insert name here] gonna get married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;your mom would answer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't know him lah.... wait till he get a girlfriend first lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice the hope (the hope that you would really have a nice girlfriend, settle down and have kids) in her reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your mom now would have answered, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He's old enough to decide himself..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by coming out to them, you eventually put their hope for you to a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some guys, they don't really care what's the consequences. Those who wanna take control of their lives, of course, would wish that their parents will understand and accept who they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Daemon&lt;/span&gt;: If you ask me, I will never come out to my parents. I rather deny or lie to them than telling them the truth. I don't want them to be sad or blaming themselves at their age... that's the least I can do. Although their hope on me to get married one day is impossible, I will do anything it takes to keep that hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jack Jack&lt;/span&gt;: I would never tell my parents. I love them and I don't wish to see them sad. It is that simple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I have to admit that I'm agree with Daemon and Jack Jack on this. But of course, that only applies if your parents are conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-9110078833719167703?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/9110078833719167703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=9110078833719167703&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/9110078833719167703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/9110078833719167703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-coming-out-and-burden.html' title='Of Coming Out And Burden'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4306410205782230579</id><published>2009-02-03T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:36:17.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xavier's First Jam</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 3rd February 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SMS-ing Janvier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Are you going for Jam later?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Janvier's reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes. Ken's teaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;SMS-ing Janvier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Er... Ken or Kenny?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Janvier's reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;SMS-ing Janvier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Timetable says Kenny. I wonder if I should stay back for Jam after PT."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Janvier's reply:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stay for Jam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;SMS-ing Janvier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Ok ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bodyjam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jam.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bodyjam/jam.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PT... 5.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Janvier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We'll go and change first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hyperion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *eyes scanning around and spotted someone familiar in white tank top and slightly golden hair* OMG, your singlet is sheer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Xavier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pindah rumah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the changing room... 5.10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Xavier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *gasp* I forgotten to bring an extra underwear! Never mind, I shall wear nothing inside for now. More cooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hyperion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can we pull your pants later? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Janvier:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then no need to wear anything lah :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio... 5.25pm and we actually dragged Xavier into the studio for his first B.Jam class ^^ Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bodyjam/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jam_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bodyjam/jam_1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't stop movin!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it now, I didn't persuade him much. Maybe he was interested to give it a shot these while but no one accompanies him? Whatever the reasons are, we thinks he like the Latin moves and he did pretty good for a newbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Xavier, bila mau pergi lagi? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: We'll cover you so you won't look much like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cacat&lt;/span&gt;-man-whom-just-came-out-from-the-rehab. (LOLs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic credit: http://www.360fitnessclub.com.au/index.php?pageid=2953&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4306410205782230579?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4306410205782230579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4306410205782230579&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4306410205782230579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4306410205782230579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/02/xaviers-first-jam.html' title='Xavier&apos;s First Jam'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bodyjam/th_jam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-1796905717307353379</id><published>2009-01-28T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:05:05.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Movies</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 28th January 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back from the CNY celebration at my hometown. Actually I can't wait to come back to KL as it's very boring at home: no Internet, no computer, no Facebook! And gawd, the weather was crazily hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deprived of Internet and Astro being occupied by others during daytime, I end up watching DVD with the old TV instead. Good thing that there are eye candies in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost Rider was okay; the actions were not very interesting but hell, the young Johnny Blaze played by Matt Long was HOT! Maybe I should say "he's cute" instead of hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Up 2 was good, much better than Step Up especially when I think that main actor Robert Hoffman is way much hotter than Channing Tatum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/model%20and%20actor/?action=view&amp;current=chase.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/model%20and%20actor/chase.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/model%20and%20actor/?action=view&amp;current=stepup2pic10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/model%20and%20actor/stepup2pic10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I melted every time he flashed his smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my favourite scene from the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wy3x3qOu9-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wy3x3qOu9-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for hip-hop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-1796905717307353379?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/1796905717307353379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=1796905717307353379&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1796905717307353379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1796905717307353379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-movies.html' title='CNY Movies'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/model%20and%20actor/th_chase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4753011982005593378</id><published>2009-01-22T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:35:16.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay To Samsung</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 22nd January 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Tropicana Mall last week after Nivlac saw the Samsung Mobile sales &lt;a href="http://www.shoppingnsales.com/2009/01/17/17-31-jan-samsung-phone-madness-sale/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Was torn in between &lt;a href="http://my.samsungmobile.com/mobile/SGH-F330"&gt;Samsung SGH F330&lt;/a&gt; and F250; I prefer the slimmer F330 with 2.0 megapixels camera, larger screen and higher resolution but Nivlac said the &lt;a href="http://my.samsungmobile.com/mobile/SGH-F250"&gt;F250&lt;/a&gt; is more stylish with glossy, reflective front, not-so bulky buttons and of course, cheaper price tag too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose F250 in the end. F330 doesn't have basic function such as calendar and calculator. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=samsung_sgh_f250.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/samsung_sgh_f250.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slider F250 is equipped with 1.3 megapixels camera (I don't mind this as my Lumix will always be my priority in photos taking), 2GB memory card and 65K TFT LCD screen (the fonts became very BIG, not good for notti SMS/pictures especially when you're stucked in a crowded train!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why Samsung? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nokia is too common. I always like to be special.&lt;br /&gt;2. Confused with SE's system. Don't like their SMS feature.&lt;br /&gt;3. Motorola's prices are too high for the given functions.&lt;br /&gt;4. Been using Samsung for more than 4 years, I just love their design. Samsung have not given me any problems yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yay to Samsung!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4753011982005593378?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4753011982005593378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4753011982005593378&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4753011982005593378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4753011982005593378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-to-samsung.html' title='Yay To Samsung'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-634843106850671979</id><published>2009-01-21T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:21:16.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Is Alive Again</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 21st January 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a new phone from Best Denki, Tropicana City Mall during their handphone sales last week. It has the outer music hot keys like my previous model!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=f250.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/f250.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A sneak peek...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-634843106850671979?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/634843106850671979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=634843106850671979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/634843106850671979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/634843106850671979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-is-alive-again.html' title='The Music Is Alive Again'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2253172925892881665</id><published>2009-01-20T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:38:47.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardcore Fan</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 20th January 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, Happy 28th Birthday to Janvier! The BFFs gang celebrated his birthday last Saturday, a surprise for him, all thanks to The Chief who planned and arranged everything meticulously. Api, Nivlac, Sinner and yours truly got him a stainless steel cocktail shaker as present but unbeknownst to us, Nase and QR also got him the same item (same item, same price, same store but different date and different wrapping :p ). We should had buy lottery that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I noticed something lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=mosaic-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/mosaic-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivlac is a hardcore Panasonic fan! I only own one Panasonic item, that's my current digital camera. Anyone can guess what those items are? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2253172925892881665?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2253172925892881665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2253172925892881665&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2253172925892881665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2253172925892881665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/01/hardcore-fan.html' title='Hardcore Fan'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5252728509078388002</id><published>2009-01-11T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:28:34.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My E730 Went Missing</title><content type='html'>*Sunday, 11st January 2009*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, my Samsung SGH E730 has been MIA for one whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/E730/?action=view&amp;current=1000384568_picnik.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/E730/1000384568_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally left it in Manulife's FF changing room after shower last Saturday evening. I remembered I took it out from my bag a while to check on SMS and missed calls, changed my shirt and took some tissue paper from the hair dryer counter to wipe my forehead. Then we left the gym to Jalan Ipoh to pick Sinner and that's when I realized it's not in my pocket. Nivlac and Sinner tried to call the number but the person who picked it up, already switched off the phone. We rushed back to the gym, searched the changing room thoroughly but couldn't find it. Even the receptionist claimed that he did not receive any lost phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a latest model, I have been using it for the past 4 years. It was an expensive phone back then but I liked it due to the music hot keys are located at the outside of the phone. Luckily I don't store important notes/contacts in the phone. I still can get back the contact list. But birthdates, pics of some hot guys and mp3s are gone with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/E730/?action=view&amp;current=Samsung_SGH_E730_02_screen_picnik.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/E730/Samsung_SGH_E730_02_screen_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surveying some potential models now... Will only get a new one after CNY, I guess. Start the new year with a new phone... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5252728509078388002?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5252728509078388002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5252728509078388002&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5252728509078388002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5252728509078388002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-e730-went-missing.html' title='My E730 Went Missing'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/E730/th_1000384568_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7637639709999594877</id><published>2009-01-06T17:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:01:33.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Relocation</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 6th January 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 31st December 2008, I officially move out from my rented place of one and a half year in Cheras and moved to Damansara with Nivlac. Finally gave back the house keys to the landlord. When I first came down to KL, I didn't have much things with me but then only I realized I'm such a rubbish collector! I subconciously kept plenty of boxes (small and large) and shopping bags (those from Padini, Seed, G2000, William Liew etc) in my room and it was quite a hell to get rid of them. Thank God for Nivlac, Teckiee and Xavier's help(ss), I finally threw all the unnecessary stuff and moved the remaining ones to Nivlac's place. *hug hug* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, new life in Damansara. I've always like PJ but right now, I'm still working in Cheras. I have to wake up early (Mon-Fri) at 6am, take LRT to Masjid Jamek, then change bus to my office. Then the opposite routine on the way back to PJ *wipes sweat off forehead* I have to sleep earlier nowadays (around 10 - 11), which makes me have little time for blogging and net surfing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the newly opened Tropicana City Mall is just opposite the condo, so groceries shopping is a breeze. Time to plan for a housewarming party, say, probably in February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After staying here for about 2 weeks, I noticed there are a few units occupied by gays here too. I saw 2 guys in a black Toyota, looking back at me when I drove out one evening, one staying at 2 doors away from our unit and bumped into another 3 stocky guys in their late 30s in the lift yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, instead of going to Leisure Mall for gym, I'm now stopping at Axis' branch after work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, staying together also means there's many things need to be adjust and compromise, for example, he always said that he can't find one particular shirt (cos I accidentally mixed them with other and put in the wrong compartment) and we have to tolerate with each other with the TV usage. He's a Hokkien and a Singaporean drama fan, while I prefer Asian Food Channel, Discovery, National Geographic and PS2... you get the idea. I separate dark and black colour laundry from Ikea towels when washing (as the wool will stuck on the shirts and pants) but he insisted to wash them together to save water and electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all these, I'm happy that I can get to know him better - an essential element to maintain a stable relationship. Furthermore, I'm now much nearer to Jin, Janvier, WMW, Lifebook, Bunny, Danielle and LemonLime too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7637639709999594877?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7637639709999594877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7637639709999594877&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7637639709999594877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7637639709999594877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-relocation.html' title='After Relocation'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-1112818112048393725</id><published>2008-12-30T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:30:20.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary For 2008 Christmas</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 30th December 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Christmas probably is one of the best (for me). It doesn't get any better than meeting up with close friends (with everyone or every couple brought food along) at a tastefully furnished apartment, accompanied with White Christmas playing on the hi fi, prettily decorated Christmas tree, booze, laughters, gossip, and gorgeous desserts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five of us (Braving, Danielle, Kimmy, Nivlac and me) found our way to MarVin's place somewhere nearby Universiti LRT Station on the 25th. Braving was supposingly in Shanghai from 24th Dec till 2nd Jan for his holiday but fate seems to be playing on him, and he ended up stranded in KL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to meet two of Martha's friends, Frankie and Walter who came to KL from Hong Kong for their Christmas holiday. Not to forget SF too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and Kimmy brought some pastries and cakes, Nivlac and I brought a stuffed whole roast chicken from Ayamas (I didn't get to try that) and fried noodles, while MarVin prepared pasta, drinks (Ribena with Sprite and lychee was good!) and Häagen-Dazs ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Boxing Day, Nivlac prepared the salad we bought the day before (a mix of leafy vegetables with alfalfa sprouts, cashew nuts, capsicums and carrot in peachy vinaigrette dressing) before he fetch me at LRT station. Picked the cupcakes I ordered few weeks before at &lt;a href="http://cuppacakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wondermilk&lt;/a&gt; and we ended up at Danielle and Kimmy's English cottage. MarVin, SF and Braving came later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and Kimmy prepared some amuse bouché (meaning: amuse the mouth aka appetizer), cheese biscuit with chopped capsicum and frankfurters, tortilla wrapped ham and vegetable and drinks. There were also pizza and pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day was also Nivlac's birthday (yes, he turned 30). Instead of the conventional big, round cake, I ordered 36 pieces medium size cupcakes as birthday cake for him, complete with wordings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/birthday%20present/?action=view&amp;current=P1140026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/birthday%20present/P1140026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the Brotherhood also made their annual Christmas 'pilgrimage' to Melaka on the 27th (with more food and also with Savante's family members). Finally tried the mille crepe cakes at Nadeje but they were just mediocre. Should have get cendol instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was your Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-1112818112048393725?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/1112818112048393725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=1112818112048393725&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1112818112048393725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1112818112048393725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/12/summary-for-2008-christmas.html' title='Summary For 2008 Christmas'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/birthday%20present/th_P1140026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7243928001922146945</id><published>2008-12-15T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:16:22.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday With The Divalicious Trio</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 15th December 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;a href="http://wheremyloveis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sinner&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday yesterday but surprisingly, none of the &lt;em&gt;sisters&lt;/em&gt; know about it. They roughly know it's somewhere on the second week of December but they don't know the exact date.... except &lt;a href="http://afrogpointsofview.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-with-divalicious-trio.html"&gt;Froggie&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nivlac went to Chiang Mai for holiday, Danielle back in Ipoh and Braving busy accompanying his Penang friend who came for visit, I don't know what should I do to celebrate his birthday until Froggie sms-ed me in the evening, saying he was able to leave office early and wanna come to KL! With another additional brain, we devised a plan - give Sinner a surprise dinner and hang out at his renovated condo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Froggie at KL Sentral but Sinner apparently already have plan to eat with his Step class &lt;em&gt;kakis&lt;/em&gt;. Since it was supposed to be a surprise and we didn't want him to turn us down, Froggie told him he's in town and ask him to join us after dinner. Both of us waited at his condo... and suddenly it came to my mind to go for karaoke. So, we ended up at Green Box karaoke in Sg Wang (aka &lt;em&gt;LalaLand&lt;/em&gt;) where us, the Divalicious Trio (as named by Froggie) had a great time shout and danced the night away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=mosaic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/mosaic.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;See... we actually sang most of the divas' songs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffet was surprisingly good, much better than Neway or Red Box with more choices (about 6 types of free flow drinks exclude soft drinks, ice cream, cakes, rice, noodles, beef, chicken, vegetables, salad, soup, sweet soup and tid bits). But too bad the room was small (just fit for 3-4 person) as Sinner can't do his flashdance... but nevertheless, we still able to shake our asses to S Club 7's Don't Stop Movin' and Spice Girls' Stop. With the right company, even old song can be good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday again, dear Sinner! We shall do this again with more people and a bigger room ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7243928001922146945?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7243928001922146945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7243928001922146945&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7243928001922146945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7243928001922146945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-with-divalicious-trio.html' title='Birthday With The Divalicious Trio'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-759627573613708170</id><published>2008-12-02T13:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:03:59.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottom Top</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 2nd December 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When GC asked me whether I'm interested to watch Bottom Top, a local comedic stage play two weeks ago, I agreed immediately. I even sent out invitations to both the brother and sisterhood. The brotherhood however, doesn't seem interested or they already have their own plans for that date. But anyway, we manage to stormed the theatre in a group of 14 people (13 gays and one lady, my fag hag :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=bottom20top.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bottom20top.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braving, WMW, Sinner, LTS and me arrived, just before the show begins. As expected, the hall were almost full with gays, with some foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Top is a story about a 52-year-old mother, Bertha (Datuk Faridah Merican), who is about to get remarried after her husband left. She, however, is not exactly the typical type of mother, but an open character who doesn't shy away from discussing cringesome topics, including the men in her life, with her single gay son, Melvin (Mark Beau de Silva).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, as she prepares her wedding guest list with her son, they ventured into deeper, heart-to-heart conversations. Melvin is unaware that Bertha is also secretly trying to find a life partner for him by arranging her butcher's son, and his distant, unmarried uncle (who is suspected to be gay) to sit beside him at the wedding dinner. The play follows the two characters as Bertha reminisces about her past flings and Melvin educates her on the social construct of his alternative 'world', while audiences get to see a unique relationship between a mother and son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage was full with props that depicts the usual household; a piano, large picture frames, dining table, chairs, couch, book shelves and mat. However, there's no introduction or early prologue. The play started where Melvin appear from the backstage and sat at the dining table, scribbling something, while Bertha was walking around, humming and applying hand lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=P1130608.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/P1130608.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say I really like Bertha for her "angelic but wicked" personality/speech and her natural gesture/face expressions that induce laughters once a while to the audience, yet still exudes a warmth of motherly love, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;: So, tell me, which neighbour you wanna invite? How about next door auntie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: *whisper* Haiye, the next door auntie has walking difficulties, if you invite her, later we have to pick her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;: You know, we meet thru internet chatrooms. Online profile dating sites. But most of the time, what you see and what you get in real are different. *nods head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: That's why I don't trust online shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: Why can't you bring me along to your "picnic" activities? So I can meet and understand more about you, your lifestyle and your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;: Ma, our "picnic" is not suitable for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: Why not? But I also don't get it la, why would you wanna go "picnic" at night and let those nyamuk to suck you dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;: Ma! We're not really going there for picnic la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: Then? What you guys do there, in the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;: I've been dumped thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: Melvin, don't be ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;: It's true Ma. Well, maybe not thousands but hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: But why would they dump you? What is wrong with my son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;: It's like tat Ma. I'm not exactly their type I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: Aw... come, son. Give me a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertha try to show Melvin how to flirt with a guy, physically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: *put one hand around Melvin's waist and another hand rubbing his thigh.* Abang....~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;: Ma! Don't use that voice please! I'm not a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: Ok ok... *redo the previous actions again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;: Just don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: Ok ok.. *continues to rub and put her chin on Melvin's shoulder as if she's smelling him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Bertha&lt;/span&gt;: Are you getting a hard on yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Melvin&lt;/span&gt;: Maa!! *jumps away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*Some words in the conversations have been changed as I can't remembered all, so I replace them with the words that I think describes to the situation :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the show was a little too short (60 minutes). It would be good if they extend it for another 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 13 of us then adjourned to Naili's at Sentul for drinks (LTS gave it a miss) where I had a better view of the rest of GC's friends. Being the only female who present among us, WMW became the centre of attention that night. I guess she had a better view and understanding on the nature of homosexuals (when did you first realize you're different, how did you know the guys you hooked up with is top or bottom and how to see whether that guy is gay or straight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then was asked to guess everyone of us whether we're top, bottom or versatile! I'm sure the other patrons must have heard our loud conversations. What a chaotic night we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up with a phrase, quoting "had an "eventful" Saturday night - still digesting the facts!" on the next day in Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey guys, in case you missed the KL show, here's another chance for you to catch it. Bottom Top will be staged at The Actors Studio at Greenhall, 32 Lebuh Light, Georgetown, Penang, on Dec 12 and 13 (8.30pm). Tickets are priced at RM25 (adults) or RM15 (students, seniors and the disabled). Call 04-263 5400 for more info. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-759627573613708170?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/759627573613708170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=759627573613708170&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/759627573613708170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/759627573613708170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/12/bottom-top.html' title='Bottom Top'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-8157072779134091105</id><published>2008-11-30T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:03:39.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop Wasn't That Bad Afterall</title><content type='html'>*Sunday, 30th November 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a hassle to dress up ala hip hop style. I only know it's popular with the black Americans, big bling blings, hoodie, cap, baggy pants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when Cheryl announced that there will be a 2 hours Hip Hop Gangsta themed B.Jam class on 28th Nov, I googled on how to dress up like a real hip hop and not those local styled hip hop (ahem..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=1569709696.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/1569709696.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Picture courtesy of www.watsonguptill.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a sleeveless hoodie myself, a big pendant and cap but in the end, I just wore a baggy pants, a black tee with big graphic prints and head bandana. Too much hassle to put the rest on. To tell the truth, I always have this perception that hip hop is not good to dance at but still, I was very excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong. Cheryl, together with the two legendary FF B.Jam princesses, Leonara and Azie, made the class go wild and delivered some really good ass-kicking moves! Something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4u2eJcOw4-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4u2eJcOw4-w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qig-ITgCyNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qig-ITgCyNM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*This Feedback track by Janet Jackson is totally different from the usual B.Jam moves!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not exactly the moves we did, but similar like that. =) Those regular B.Jammers were really good, while I was a bit in struggling, trying to keep up with the choreographs. It would be really good if they would organize more special theme class like this in the future - I think it can attract more potential members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-8157072779134091105?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/8157072779134091105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=8157072779134091105&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8157072779134091105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8157072779134091105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/11/hip-hop-wasnt-that-bad-afterall.html' title='Hip Hop Wasn&apos;t That Bad Afterall'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-6076761098659688406</id><published>2008-11-28T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:02:20.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 24</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 28th November 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ir4PKYHhWG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ir4PKYHhWG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy - Shawn Desman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was unlike anything I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Body so phat so I said "I got to be that one man leaving tonight with your hand in mine".&lt;br /&gt;Oh whats your name, push up on me, do your thang.&lt;br /&gt;I love that you have no shame,&lt;br /&gt;So sexy I feel your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Noo) You so sexy girl&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to get close to you ?&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm loving the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby tell me can we play this game)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know it's about to go down&lt;br /&gt;Cause your body looks like Honey.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm feelin you, your feelin me the same)&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna come and kiss you more&lt;br /&gt;Cause your lips look good like Honey.&lt;br /&gt;(Baby girl I don't play games to loose)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know it's about to go down&lt;br /&gt;Cause your body looks like Honey.&lt;br /&gt;(Anything you want I'll do to you)&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna come and kiss you more&lt;br /&gt;Cause your lips look good like Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkchild (ohh) we gon make it hot&lt;br /&gt;All my people the floor (ooh) we gon make it hot. (woo)&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Desman (ohh) we gon make it hot&lt;br /&gt;We gon keep this thing moving (ooh) like it just dont stop. (woo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shes acting like she is all that&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "What you got" the fact that she said&lt;br /&gt;"You know I'm stacked" then I said&lt;br /&gt;"No disrepect but girl you've got more than a little bit"&lt;br /&gt;Then she said "Can you notice?"&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "girl don't start it".&lt;br /&gt;Then she said "If I do then I'll finish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Noo) Your so sexy girl&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to get close to you ?&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'm loving the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby tell me can we play this game)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know it's about to go down&lt;br /&gt;Cause your body looks like Honey.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm feelin you, your feelin me the same)&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna come and kiss you more&lt;br /&gt;Cause your lips look good like Honey.&lt;br /&gt;(Baby girl I don't play games to loose)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know it's about to go down&lt;br /&gt;Cause your body looks like Honey.&lt;br /&gt;(Anything you want I'll do to you- yeheeahh)&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna come and kiss you more&lt;br /&gt;Cause your lips look good like Honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-6076761098659688406?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/6076761098659688406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=6076761098659688406&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6076761098659688406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6076761098659688406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-my-playlist-24.html' title='From My Playlist 24'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2010429345111219123</id><published>2008-11-19T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:34:33.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahil Sa 'Yo</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 19th November 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hey, I'm having a performance at a wedding dinner at Glenmarie Holiday Inn on Sunday, you wanna come along and help us to take photo? There will be food serve too, the bridegroom reserved a table for us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Xavier texted me on last Saturday. I agreed to it and I found myself sitting in the ballroom of Holiday Inn the next evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with Daemon and his fellow members of his singing group, Xavier performed a total of eight songs (if I'm not mistaken) in different languages such as Hokkien, English and Philippines, all in acapella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the particular fourth song, which is a relaxing classic Philippines love ballad called Dahil Sa 'Yo or Dahil Sa Iyo (Because of You). I tried to find a good rendition of it and was shocked that there's another song with the same name out there, performed by many different artistes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sorting them out, here are the two different rendition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil Sa 'Yo - The Lettermen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYEGT38F6gI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYEGT38F6gI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil Sa 'Yo Jazz Version - Charlie Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jfZfjHKJh_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jfZfjHKJh_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil Sa Iyo (Because of You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa 'yo, nais kong mabuhay (Because of you, I want to live)&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa 'yo, hanggang mamatay (Because of you, until I die)&lt;br /&gt;Dapat mong tantuin wala ng ibang giliw (You must know, you're my only love)&lt;br /&gt;Puso ko'y tanungin, ikaw at ikaw rin. (Search my heart, it's you and only you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa 'yo, ako'y lumigaya (Because of you, joy came into my life)&lt;br /&gt;Pagmamahal ay alayan ka (Undying love I offer to you)&lt;br /&gt;Kung tunay man ako ay alipinin mo (Can this be true, I am under your spell)&lt;br /&gt;*Ang lahat sa buhay ko'y dahil sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;*Ang lahat sa buhay ko'y dahil sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;Ang lahat nang ito'y dahil sa 'yo (All that I am, is because of you)&lt;br /&gt;Ang lahat nang ito'y dahil sa 'yo. (All that I am, is because of you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2010429345111219123?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2010429345111219123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2010429345111219123&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2010429345111219123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2010429345111219123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/11/dahil-sa-yo.html' title='Dahil Sa &apos;Yo'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-1822057200939865198</id><published>2008-11-14T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:44:27.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Is My Second... Er, Third Home</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 14th November 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym is my new third home. Nivlac's place would be the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I spent about 4-5 days per week in the gym, it rather feels like gym is my first home. But heck, I'm only there for at most 2 hours per day. Add in the changing, showering, break and "eye-conditioning plus drooling" activities... well, make it 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of the FB loyal brotherhood, you probably saw my pics during the Halloween Graveyard Party at FF. That night, we saw the studio in Axis was decorated with "spider webs", tombstones, dried leaves while receptionists were in "witchy" mode with black lipstick, black fingernail polish and tall witch hat. Even Azie and Kenny became Ursula and... er... whatever the other name was. We did the first part of 39 release and followed by 43. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually forgo Harvin's B.Step on Monday as I'm in dire need of rest after the strenuous PT on weekend. So, Tuesday will see me in DC's Pump and followed by Cheryl or Jeremy's Jam class. Since I skipped Harvin's class on Monday, I'll compensate that with Peter's B.Step on Wednesday. And finally, Jam again on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some changes this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta work tomorrow till 3.15pm. Which means, I'm not going over to my second home tonight. Plus, I haven't been updating my other blog for some time, I decided to skip Tuesday's Jam. So this week's schedule was: Tuesday - Pump, Wednesday - B.Step. But there was surprise yesterday when I checked the timetable... B.Attack was replaced by Jackson's B.Pump. With blogs updated and no other prior plans or tasks at hand, there's no reason for me not to go. :P Hence that makes Tuesday - Pump, Wednesday - B.Step and Thursday - Pump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be good if they can stick with Pump on every Thursday though. Another bad-but-not-so-bad news was Peter will be going on holiday for two weeks, hence will only be seeing him in December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's see if can make it to Jam with Azie on Sunday after PT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-1822057200939865198?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/1822057200939865198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=1822057200939865198&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1822057200939865198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1822057200939865198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/11/gym-is-my-second-er-third-home.html' title='Gym Is My Second... Er, Third Home'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-3583894217183822939</id><published>2008-11-12T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:38:27.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays And Outings At The End of October And Early November</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 12th November 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were birthdays at the end of October. Savante, Imag, WMW and me. &lt;a href="http://beautifulmale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt; helped to plan a celebration for Savante and me on 26th Oct at RedBox Plus Pavilion (thanks again, Ryan!). Everyone turned up late except Jin who sang and dance alone to his &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lala &lt;/span&gt; songs (ahem..) Poor Jin-ny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, the gang were so obsessed with Mamma Mia The Movie, so most of the songs we covered are Abba's. A bit of Rihanna's. One Kylie. Oh, and one Teresa Teng. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wandered Pavilion after that and I followed Cheryl's car to have dinner with Janvier, Chief, Apollo and Lifebook. Venue was in Jaya One but Duck King was overcrowded (not good for someone who screams "I'm hungry!"), Secret Recipe doesn't appeal to us, Kinaree's a little expensive and Cheryl can't take Wendy's as she just had her gallbladder operation. So we settled with Fireman Steamboat instead, which I think they copy from BBQ Plaza. The limelight of the night perhaps was the fire-playing show by some foreign worker (imagine go-go boy who eats fire in BKK, it's almost the same, except for the leather outfit and underwear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chilled at Coffee Bean till they shoo us away with Savante, Nasser, Defiant and the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Saturday, Nivlac, Sinner, me and another few friends had a birthday lunch with WMW at 1U and then we adjourned to the Highstreet area for Halloween event. By 6pm, Nivlac and I went to Ninja Jones for dinner - the food were good, service was attentive but the songs they played... let's say, they're not Japanese music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to KLPac after dinner to watch the YKLS production of Breakin' It Down at KLPac with Chief, Savante, Leggie, Froggie, Nasser and BunnyBan. Bumped into Kiwi and we were both seated at the same row. They sang all jazzy songs but the climax was this short skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Api play as a scarfed lady, being approached by two guys, one of them is Janvier himself. So, Api chose the other guy instead of Janvier and Janvier enraged, drew his sword and a fight began. He killed his opponent and dragged Api away, just to be deceived by Api where he was ambushed and murdered by Api. Api then ran back to his lover's body and start doing a resurrection-sort-of-incantation to bring him back to life and they both lived happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone love the drama part. I laughed till my tears came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end the day with Hokkien Mee supper, just opposite KLPac. Thanks everyone for the celebration and presents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-3583894217183822939?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/3583894217183822939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=3583894217183822939&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3583894217183822939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3583894217183822939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthdays-and-outings-at-end-of-october.html' title='Birthdays And Outings At The End of October And Early November'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-746057641095456000</id><published>2008-11-10T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:12:32.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Taste Protein</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 10th November 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I looked skinny plenty of times and I should eat more. So, when I go out for dinner with flogger friends, you can hear this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Jason, you're the skinniest among us, so you have eat more. Come, I scoop for you!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my plate will be filled with a mountain of rice, meat, vegetables bla bla bla... But that doesn't work for me as I'm still skinny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm going to gym often, they said I need to take protein. I'm not fond of those protein drink (1. expensive, 2. Ujin took too much of that till he need to do operation to remove a stone from somewhere in his abdomen) so I increased my protein intake through lunch and dinner. In one week time, I ate so much eggs till I feel like I'm going to get heart attack very soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivlac was not around last weekend, and while I was ransacking the kitchen cabinets for ingredients to cook for lunch, I saw his protein container (6kg size I think). I got curious and so after meal, I opened it and took two scoops of the powder with just water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tastes quite awful, seriously. When I read the label, it says "strawberry flavored, artificially" (erghhh...) It feels like taking milk powder but no milky taste. Maybe I should add it with plain low fat milk instead of water next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he's no longer drinking that so I can have all the balance (more like the leftovers) myself. But how am I supposed to bring milk to the gym????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-746057641095456000?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/746057641095456000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=746057641095456000&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/746057641095456000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/746057641095456000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/11/weird-taste-protein.html' title='Weird Taste Protein'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5110024642276283988</id><published>2008-10-31T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T15:37:52.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 23. Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 31st October 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/EA9caSOjq3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/EA9caSOjq3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;Just found a nice music that suits the theme although the name doesn't. Taken from Ragnarok Online OST, composed by Lee Seock-Jin and it was the background music of Niflheim, The Town of The Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=halloween.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pyro Jacks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5110024642276283988?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5110024642276283988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5110024642276283988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5110024642276283988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5110024642276283988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-my-playlist-23-happy-halloween.html' title='From My Playlist 23. Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-6234888382769673619</id><published>2008-10-24T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:26:16.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Crow</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 24th October 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Picked this from someone's journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father asked his Son, ’What is this?’&lt;br /&gt;The Son replied ’It is a crow’.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, ’What is this?’&lt;br /&gt;The Son said ’Father, I have just now told you ’It’s a crow’.&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. ’It’s a crow, a crow’.&lt;br /&gt;A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, ’What is this?’&lt;br /&gt;This time the Son shouted at his Father, ’Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ’IT IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born.&lt;br /&gt;On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Today little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated and I rather felt affection for innocent child’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the little child asked him 23 times ’What is this’, the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-6234888382769673619?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/6234888382769673619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=6234888382769673619&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6234888382769673619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6234888382769673619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-crow.html' title='It&apos;s A Crow'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5897832156559555013</id><published>2008-10-23T08:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:01:08.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogling With Alexander (Again)</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 23st October 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Press TV controller and changed to AFC*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/?action=view&amp;current=logo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/logo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *SMS* Ooooh... hottie on AFC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexander&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *Referring to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://artscentral.mediacorptv.sg/2007/foodbachelor/gallery2.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bobby Tonelli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Oh My Zeus! He is! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: There will be more coming later~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexander&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Yummy line of bachelors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*continue watching and SMS-ing at the same time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexander&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://artscentral.mediacorptv.sg/2007/foodbachelor/gallery8.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Referring to Edmund Ng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Oh My Zeus! The Chinese guy is cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I like the trail of his nicely trimmed goatee. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the SMS-ing continues....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5897832156559555013?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5897832156559555013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5897832156559555013&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5897832156559555013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5897832156559555013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/10/ogling-with-alexander-again.html' title='Ogling With Alexander (Again)'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2666645458983394506</id><published>2008-10-21T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:44:30.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Carpet VIP Night</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 21st October 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have totally forgotten about FF's Red Carpet VIP Night event at Leisure Mall till I saw the timetable yesterday. At first, I thought it's some sort of open day where members can bring along friends/colleagues/family members along (and be mocked by the sales person to persuade them to join! Just kidding :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a call to the centre and it happens to be a special event just for members. Monday is not my usual workout day but there's always an exception. My mood was dampen by the rain but luckily it subsided soon after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym was crowded as usual. Apart from the usual gym members, the classes for the day were conducted by instructors from other branches (em... hence the red carpet thingie?) I saw there were 3 instructors for Combat - Alvin, Janis and Cheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hop in for Pump class (Teoh and Klevin joined in too) conducted by Aubrey (Consplant, Subang Jaya) and Crystal (DU)  and boy, these girls are really energetic. I don't think I have the energy to continue after the triceps pump (track 3? or 4?) but they still can go on and on while the others were like moaning, especially the guys (a Malay girl yelled, I think). But nevertheless, a good workout session with some really inspiring good instructors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the gym around 10.20pm and woke up to an aching shoulder, thighs and butt this morning. Ouch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2666645458983394506?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2666645458983394506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2666645458983394506&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2666645458983394506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2666645458983394506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-carpet-vip-night.html' title='Red Carpet VIP Night'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-3648015226874542965</id><published>2008-10-17T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:52:40.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P3 FES Opening</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 17th October 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked on this song but why does it has to be so short??? Hmph... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P3 FES - Yumi Kawamura feat. Lotus Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Q3_hZJ0EZc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Q3_hZJ0EZc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimi wa ne tashika ni ano toki watashi no soba ni ita&lt;br /&gt;Itsudatte itsudatte itsudatte sugu yoko de waratteita&lt;br /&gt;Nakushitemo torimodosu kimi wo I will never leave you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna battle then I take it to the street&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no rules&lt;br /&gt;Take off the gloves ref please step down&lt;br /&gt;Gotta prove my skillz so get down&lt;br /&gt;My lyrical dempsey roll about to smack down now&lt;br /&gt;Gotta shoot to kill and shoot the skill&lt;br /&gt;Don't you be afraid mans gotta go how it feels&lt;br /&gt;Six to seven to eight to nine ten&lt;br /&gt;I flip the script to make it to the top ten, go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamless dorm ticking clock&lt;br /&gt;I walk away from the soundless room&lt;br /&gt;Windless night moonlight melts&lt;br /&gt;My ghostly shadow to the lukewarm gloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightly dance of bleeding swords&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that I still live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man's gotta fight the fear&lt;br /&gt;I'm the first to admit it shear thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Provoke the new era become a big terror&lt;br /&gt;But my only rival is my shadow&lt;br /&gt;Rewind then playback and six my own error&lt;br /&gt;Get low to the ground it's getting better&lt;br /&gt;Like I told you before double up I did&lt;br /&gt;More cheddar&lt;br /&gt;L to the J say stay laced here's my card B&lt;br /&gt;Royal flush and I'm the Ace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-3648015226874542965?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/3648015226874542965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=3648015226874542965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3648015226874542965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3648015226874542965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-17th-october-2008-im-hooked-on.html' title='P3 FES Opening'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2924639817486478706</id><published>2008-10-17T12:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:18:44.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ever Growing Sisterhood</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 17th October 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sisterhood is growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In within 2 months, we have Aikido-san and Vince in the group. Braving and Satoshi brought them out for sisterhood dinner one weekend evening at Izzi KL with Alexander and Jin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikido-san is same age as me, likes to laugh, cheeky and the only member who doesn't goes to gym but he's taking aikido martial arts class. He had since become Braving's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intimate&lt;/span&gt; bodyguard (we always portray the scene on how would Aikido-san flip and toss Braving like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roti canai&lt;/span&gt; in the bedroom) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not mistaken, Vince is same age as Sinner but more muscular and the quiet type. Satoshi has been sleeping over during the weekend and mentioned that Vince is a good cook. And Vince has been teaching Satoshi roughly how to drive (Satoshi never take any driving lesson before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;: So Vince is teaching you how to drive in the neighbourhood la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Satoshi&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah lo... usually at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: What car you drive, Vince?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Vince&lt;/span&gt;: Myvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nivlac&lt;/span&gt;: Quite dangerous hor. You know, when he change the gear, he then accidentally hold the wrong "gear".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone burst into laughter for about 10 minutes and we were so loud, till the other tables were staring at us. Ain't my Nivlac cute? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then adjourned to Braving's house while Jin and Alexander leave for home. We watched The Exorcism of Emily Rose till 3am before we say goodbyes to each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2924639817486478706?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2924639817486478706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2924639817486478706&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2924639817486478706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2924639817486478706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/10/ever-growing-sisterhood.html' title='The Ever Growing Sisterhood'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-711477907848959926</id><published>2008-10-15T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:44:23.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 22</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 15th October 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;街角的祝福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CfRN6N7DbE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CfRN6N7DbE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多少个秋 多少个冬&lt;br /&gt;我几乎快要被治愈好&lt;br /&gt;但还是会只因为一个重覆的话题&lt;br /&gt;就无心自扰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也曾想过&lt;br /&gt;若真遇见我们应该如何是好&lt;br /&gt;我想我还是会站在某一个街角&lt;br /&gt;不让你看到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只因为我不想打扰&lt;br /&gt;只因为怕你解释不了&lt;br /&gt;只因为现在你的眼睛里&lt;br /&gt;她比我还重要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只好假装我看不到&lt;br /&gt;看不到你和她在对街拥抱&lt;br /&gt;你的快乐我可以感受得到&lt;br /&gt;这样的见面方式对谁都好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只好假装我听不到&lt;br /&gt;听不到别人口中的她好不好&lt;br /&gt;再不想问也不想被通知到&lt;br /&gt;反正你的世界我管不了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只因为我不想打扰&lt;br /&gt;只因为怕你解释不了&lt;br /&gt;只因为现在你的眼睛里&lt;br /&gt;她比我还重要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只好假装我看不到&lt;br /&gt;看不到你和她在对街拥抱&lt;br /&gt;你的快乐我可以感受得到&lt;br /&gt;这样的见面方式对谁都好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只好假装我听不到&lt;br /&gt;听不到别人口中的她好不好&lt;br /&gt;再不想问也不想被通知到&lt;br /&gt;反正你的世界我管不了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若不想问 若不想被通知到&lt;br /&gt;就把祝福留在街角&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*I left my blessing at the corner of the street...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-711477907848959926?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/711477907848959926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=711477907848959926&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/711477907848959926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/711477907848959926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-my-playlist-22.html' title='From My Playlist 22'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-8659790226323257955</id><published>2008-10-10T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:15:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Boys</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 10th October 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://bedstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/flower-boys.html"&gt;Savante&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Lily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/lily.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a nurturer and all around natural therapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see you as their rock. And they are able to depend on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a soothing influence. You can make people feel better with a few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caring has more of an impact than even you realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flower Are You?&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/1633618285017751041-8659790226323257955?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/8659790226323257955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=8659790226323257955&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8659790226323257955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8659790226323257955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/10/flower-boys.html' title='Flower Boys'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7091207431374265789</id><published>2008-10-06T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:20:54.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Gay</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 6th October 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nivlac was not around last Saturday, so WMW came over and we watched The Producers. I got to say I love it. (Some of you might already watched it anyway). Here's one of my favourite song from the movie apart from I Want To Be A Producer and Springtime For Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5dQXhmNOFw&lt;br /&gt;(Embedding was disabled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/movies/?action=view&amp;current=TheProducers_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/movies/TheProducers_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roger Bart as Carmen Ghia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the pharmacist for Mrs. Van de Kamp, William in Desperate Housewives? He played the gay assistant (or partner?) for Roger DeBris (Gary Beach), a flamboyant gay director and he really can sing well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/movies/?action=view&amp;current=producers3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/movies/producers3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep it gay, keep it gay, keep it gay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to WMW for recommending the movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7091207431374265789?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7091207431374265789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7091207431374265789&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7091207431374265789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7091207431374265789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/10/keep-it-gay.html' title='Keep It Gay'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/movies/th_TheProducers_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5084181901583630139</id><published>2008-10-06T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:03:13.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Younger Guys</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 6th October 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a change of trend among the gays? I noticed that some of my friends who used to be praising how good a man can be, especially those slightly older than themselves... turned to younger guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/model%20and%20actor/?action=view&amp;current=2382334471_4a1cd1f55b1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/model%20and%20actor/2382334471_4a1cd1f55b1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're young and cute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: But he's younger than you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: So what, he's cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: I thought you prefer someone older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah lor, but that's last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna criticize anyone, as everybody has their own preference and that preference, might change from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5084181901583630139?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5084181901583630139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5084181901583630139&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5084181901583630139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5084181901583630139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/10/younger-guys.html' title='Younger Guys'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/model%20and%20actor/th_2382334471_4a1cd1f55b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2792570469936698494</id><published>2008-09-28T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:34:00.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical KL Weekend</title><content type='html'>*Sunday, 28th September 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya is around the corner and while on the way back home from dinner just now, Jalan Loke Yew seems very quiet. I mean there are much lesser vehicles on the road. Traffic was smooth - must be because most of the Muslims went back to their hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of traffic... I was supposed to be in Ipoh (at this very moment I typed this out). Nivlac was going to drop me at Puduraya on Saturday night when we saw the police shut down the road from Bangunan Sultan Abdul Samad to Masjid Jamek and Puduraya because those Hindraf folks were having the anti-ISA protest at the area. All vehicles have to make a big turn to Jalan TAR which caused a massive jam as Jalan TAR was buzzing with Ramadan bazaar activities... hence I missed my bus. Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will be away to visit Froggie in Seremban on Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2792570469936698494?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2792570469936698494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2792570469936698494&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2792570469936698494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2792570469936698494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/09/typical-kl-weekend.html' title='Typical KL Weekend'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4893805231886503392</id><published>2008-09-22T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:33:22.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 21</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 22nd September 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From BodyJam 45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/nrckW5JWSb/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/nrckW5JWSb/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light skin, dark skin, my asian persuasion &lt;br /&gt;I Got them all that's why these girls out here hatin' &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm sexy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my style &lt;br /&gt;Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy &lt;br /&gt;Like I rock it down &lt;br /&gt;Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy &lt;br /&gt;You can work me out &lt;br /&gt;Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy &lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how &lt;br /&gt;Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my demonstration, a peep show &lt;br /&gt;Tonight my body's and exhibition baby &lt;br /&gt;Though it's on display don't be scared to &lt;br /&gt;Touch It It said so, so come and get it babe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum me like a guitar blow out my amplifier &lt;br /&gt;When you hear some feedback keep going take it higher &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;Feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;Feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light skin, dark skin, my asian, persuasion &lt;br /&gt;I Got them all that's why these girls out here hatin' &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm sexy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like my style &lt;br /&gt;Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy &lt;br /&gt;Like I rock it down &lt;br /&gt;Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy &lt;br /&gt;You can work me out &lt;br /&gt;Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy &lt;br /&gt;Let me show you how &lt;br /&gt;Yeah that sexy, sexy, sexy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we go any more further &lt;br /&gt;Let me put you up on this secret babe &lt;br /&gt;I got novelties so appeasing &lt;br /&gt;Feed my fetish please, satisfy me babe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum me like a guitar blow out my amplifier &lt;br /&gt;When you hear some feedback keep going take it higher &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;Feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;Feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like it how I work my spine &lt;br /&gt;Got you feeling all hypnotized (hypnotized) &lt;br /&gt;I gotta body like a CL5 &lt;br /&gt;Make a **** wanna test drive but I'm so on fire &lt;br /&gt;Flyer than a pelican find another &lt;br /&gt;Chick better than I don't see her &lt;br /&gt;Cause my swag is serious &lt;br /&gt;I'm heavy like a first day period &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum me like a guitar blow out my amplifier &lt;br /&gt;When you hear some feedback keep going take it higher &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;Feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum me like a guitar blow out my amplifier &lt;br /&gt;When you hear some feedback keep going take it higher &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;Feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;Crank it up give it to me come on &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;Feedback, feedback, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback, Feedback (outpart)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4893805231886503392?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4893805231886503392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4893805231886503392&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4893805231886503392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4893805231886503392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-my-playlist-21.html' title='From My Playlist 21'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-8834060738337885252</id><published>2008-09-15T14:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:39:42.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Spent My Weekend Nowadays</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 15th September 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Mid Autumn Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend schedule seems to be packed lately from gym, food reviews, lunch and dinner outings and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yamcha&lt;/span&gt; sessions. Nivlac and I went to 1U last Friday for a free Ramadan buffet treat with other floggers where we hang around till ten something before we left for home, showered, feeling a little bit hungry again and went to Jalan Universiti's KFC with WMW for supper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Saturday, Nivlac dragged me to Suzuki showroom opposite Mutiara Damansara to have a look at the newly launched Suzuki SX4 Sedan. I like the seats, very comfortable, unlike Jazz that has a steel-alike cushion. The back compartment was HUGE (can literally stuff 3 adults in it) but it was still a sedan. I prefer the SX4 Sports - same design, without the HUGE back compartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too bad we can't test drive it that day for some unavoidable reasons, hence we dropped by at Honda showroom which is just few blocks away and test drive his favourite Civic instead. That's when I found out that the hire purchase loan interests for new cars has increased from previous 2.20% - 2.30% to current 3.60%! Why? Cos our government said that our local cars current interest rate is 3.6%, so there is no way imported cars' interest rate should be lower than 3.60%. Ain't our government a bunch of brilliant folks? No wonder our inflation rate sky-rocketed to 7.70%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then adjourned for lunch and Jam at Manulife. FBB came to join me for Step class after that. Made two new friends with the regulars there, Jeanne and Eve. We then  picked up Sinner and Braver and headed to KL Sentral for my second food review of the week. A total of 11 people were present for the dinner and 6 were gay. Pity them to have to behave like a straight man for 3 hours during the dinner (sorry guys~~). As soon as the dinner ended, everyone were back to their original self. Guess there's no more next time for them... haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Braver's place after that to celebrate mid Autumn festival at the pool area with lanterns, drinks and camwhoring. Everyone lit their lanterns, running around and hung them among the bamboo trees happily like small kid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a late SMS from Xavier that night, asking whether we can make it for tomorrow (Sunday)'s karaoke at The Curve. Turned out everyone else were busy, except both of us, Xavier and Daemon... so it was like a couple duet karaoke session. Jin dropped by a while, just to have a look of Nivlac (they called him the elusive one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janvier and I went for Jam after karaoke by this new Pinoy instructor where we were doing the 'butterfly kick' track (what track was that again?). Luckily didn't kick anyone in the class :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BodyPump tomorrow! I wonder if the instructor's cute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-8834060738337885252?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/8834060738337885252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=8834060738337885252&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8834060738337885252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8834060738337885252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-i-spent-my-weekend-nowadays.html' title='How I Spent My Weekend Nowadays'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-1822540593658264537</id><published>2008-09-08T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:12:06.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 17 Tracks</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 8th September 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my Nivlac a CD the other day... I burn it myself with selected tracks from my mp3 archive. He'll play it in the morning and noon time when I'm around during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My Nivlac&lt;/span&gt;: Nice tracks. Some of them I heard before but I don't remember the names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: Em... first track is... (*change of mind)... Don't want to tell you now. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;My Nivlac&lt;/span&gt;: Yerr... tell lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little that he know was... all the tracks were &lt;strike&gt;vomit-inducing&lt;/strike&gt; mushy-mushy love songs (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahemmm&lt;/span&gt;). Took me so long to pick 17 out of the hundreds as almost 99% of my archives are the weepy-heart breaking genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're reading this, here are the names (not in particular order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱我好吗 - 卓文萱  &lt;br /&gt;爱很简单 - 陶喆 &lt;br /&gt;静静的 - 庾澄庆 &lt;br /&gt;今生今世 - 张国荣  &lt;br /&gt;梁山伯与茱丽叶 - 曹格, 卓文萱 &lt;br /&gt;My Way - 张敬轩&lt;br /&gt;男人海洋 - 周传雄  &lt;br /&gt;世界唯一的你 - 曹格&lt;br /&gt;天天 - 陶喆 &lt;br /&gt;二十二 - 陶喆&lt;br /&gt;我是真的 - 张信哲 &lt;br /&gt;幸福的距离 - 刘耕宏  &lt;br /&gt;一首简单的歌 - 王力宏 &lt;br /&gt;十指紧扣 - 张智霖&lt;br /&gt;专属天使 - Tank&lt;br /&gt;最美 - 江美琪&lt;br /&gt;一生中最爱 - 谭咏麟&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-1822540593658264537?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/1822540593658264537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=1822540593658264537&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1822540593658264537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1822540593658264537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/09/17-tracks.html' title='The 17 Tracks'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-6964655959541224004</id><published>2008-09-02T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:33:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 2nd September 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Merdeka everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was glad that it was a long weekend. Despite the drizzle on Friday night, Avril's concert was still on (yay). As usual, I was in PJ on weekends. Sinner came to pick me at LRT station and we had dinner in SS2 with my Nivlac and DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Saturday, we went to Curve for breakfast, registered myself as an official passport member of Fitness First and did some grocery shopping before rush to Sunway Mas for lunch with WMW. That was the first time she met Sinner and Nivlac and I'm glad that they got along pretty well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/?action=view&amp;current=P1110756.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/P1110756.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was 30th August but we didn't have any intention of celebrating the countdown of Independence Day, so we just made a quick plan to chill out (which turned out to be a bitching session) at Braving KL's house (very nice condo, very contemporary with all sizes of picture frames and overlooking the Petronas Twin Tower as well as KL Tower). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended my first BodyJam class on Sunday with Nivlac and Sinner (Braving slept late hence he can't join us) and I guess I know why Janvier loves BodyJam so much. This is perhaps the easiest way to burn calories while having fun dancing. According to Nivlac, all BodyJam instructors are gay! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was followed by BodyPump (I'm so dead after the class but the instructor's cute!) Can slightly feel that my arms tightens after the class (ahemm...) but I was trembling throughout the class. The guy behind me must be laughing in silence &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed over to DS's place for dinner and I was impressed! DS has good sense in home decorating - he practically transformed his apartment into a mini English cottage with artistic furnitures, lamps, chandeliers, candles, dishwares etc. Very comfortable and cosy little apartment. We brought pizzas while he himself prepared some sandwiches and his hubby, KS prepared some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tong yuen&lt;/span&gt; in warm soy milk with rose tea and chocolates. Entertainment - I brought  my PS2 along and plenty of camwhoring session with Braving's camera. Oh, I almost left out the vibrating dildo :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/?action=view&amp;current=P1110657.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/P1110657.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/?action=view&amp;current=P1110658.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/P1110658.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/?action=view&amp;current=P1110663.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/P1110663.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/?action=view&amp;current=P1110664.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/P1110664.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/?action=view&amp;current=P1110669.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/P1110669.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking like a crab when I went down the stairs this morning... = ="&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if anyone saw it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-6964655959541224004?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/6964655959541224004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=6964655959541224004&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6964655959541224004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6964655959541224004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-weekend.html' title='The Long Weekend'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/merdeka%20weekend/th_P1110756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-219135068963073961</id><published>2008-08-25T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:20:23.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 25th August 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in Ipoh last weekend, where I attended Defiant's convocation at UTP, Notroh Woods with his parents, brought them around for shopping and dinner as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to watch two movies as well, courtesy of my brother. Eight Below was touching and if you love dogs, I'm sure it'll make you weep. Second movie... I love it a lot. Jessica Alba stars in the 2003 Honey as a dance teacher/choreographer, so expect plenty of dancing, sexy moves, clubbing scenes, R&amp;B and hip hop music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers ahead, this is one of my favourite soundtrack from the movie. Do not click play if you're not up to it :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Believe - Yolanda Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6-pd12HA98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6-pd12HA98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where can I get the DVD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-219135068963073961?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/219135068963073961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=219135068963073961&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/219135068963073961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/219135068963073961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/08/honey.html' title='Honey'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-188536110489447835</id><published>2008-08-20T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:26:35.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy My Arse</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 20th August 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, our "beloved" Islamic opposition party did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/SKu4uexb3lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nftsbQwq5E8/s1600-h/avril-lavigne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/SKu4uexb3lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nftsbQwq5E8/s320/avril-lavigne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236482100422237778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They urged the government to cancel a concert by Avril Lavigne which is scheduled to be  performing in KL on 29th August. The youth wing of the Pan-Malaysian Islamic Party said Lavigne's concert would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;promote wrong values ahead of Malaysia's Aug. 31 independence day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;saying the Canadian singer's on-stage moves are "too sexy,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEXY MY ARSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, just to clarify, I'm not a fan of Avril. But I just can't stand it - who are they to judge her? In terms of sexy, I remember I saw Datin Seri Tiara Jacquelina posed in front of the local elite magazine, revealing her shoulders, neck and chest, with Bvlgari jewelries dangling from her neck till covered half of her breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention about Elaine Daly, Syafinaz Selamat, Arianna Teoh, Cheryl Samad and many many more. Are they gonna say, "They're the elite group, so we can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touch&lt;/span&gt; them." ?? Such bullshit. Did the "whatever Syariah law" stated that the Malay elite females are spared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bull. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, who are they to make decision to ask for the concert cancellation on behalf of the other races??? They're just a minor opposition party. If they wanna ban, ban the Muslims from buying tickets for the show, other races still want the show on! We, the other races' thoughts are not as shallow as them and most important, we do not share the same sentiment as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of them too, Gwen Stefani's concert was almost cancelled last year, Christina Aguilera skipped Malaysia during an Asian tour, while Beyonce moved her show to Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Niamah HKL~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5iHEwkv0TqtCh5_clKFvCZjP5Ik_wD92KLA5G0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://newsroom.mtv.com/2008/08/18/avrils-too-sexy-for-malaysia/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1592957/20080818/lavigne_avril.jhtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I was informed by Alexander that the government postponed the concert instead of cancel it. But we all know that PAS is still not happy about this. So, dear Malaysians, gays, lesbos, sisters, brothers, straights, couples, flings, friends, enemies... expect no show from Rihanna, Mariah or Pink in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-188536110489447835?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/188536110489447835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=188536110489447835&amp;isPopup=true' title='70 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/188536110489447835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/188536110489447835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/08/sexy-my-arse.html' title='Sexy My Arse'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/SKu4uexb3lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nftsbQwq5E8/s72-c/avril-lavigne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>70</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5552371751732407902</id><published>2008-08-20T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:43:05.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 20</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 20th August 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拥抱我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zdYxMJDt3B8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zdYxMJDt3B8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5552371751732407902?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5552371751732407902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5552371751732407902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5552371751732407902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5552371751732407902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-my-playlist-20.html' title='From My Playlist 20'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-815247108596674471</id><published>2008-08-19T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:08:58.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF's Blog Chain Story</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 19th August 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog project initiated by Alexander - a chain story. First person will start the story, pass it to the next person, second person will create the next scene in the story in five sentences and pass it to the next person.... and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexander-the-gay.blogspot.com/2008/07/chain-story.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alexander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a dark and stormy night - that's really a clichéd beginning for a story. For Julien, it was bright enough to see the faint outline of Philip's naked body. Philip was sleeping soundly on the silk satin bedsheet, but Julien just couldn't even get his eyes closed on that full moon night. He was looking out the dusty windows, lightly holding the almost empty wine glass. Then, he caught a glimpse of a shadow... who was this stranger in the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://niched.blogspot.com/2008/08/chained.html"&gt;Janvier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julien silently shut the window and kept in the shadows, to avoid being silhouetted in the moonlight. "Must get the job done quickly now," he thought while appreciating Philip's physique, "before he gets back." He downed the remains of the wine, then took out his garrotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always get the good-looking ones? he pondered as he got into bed, cradled Philip's head and slid the garrotte around Philip's neck. Then Julien yanked and Philip jerked awake, only to have Julien flip him facedown on the bed and pressed his body down on his, his face smothered by the pillow and Julien still strangling him, when the bedroom door slammed open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://afrogpointsofview.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-when-alexander-started-chain-story.html"&gt;Froggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julien retreat off of the bed leaving Philip's lifeless body. Swiftly he reached for his shirt, knocking the wine glass off the side table. "What have you done?!!", a loud voice came from the door, "Not this one, not right here!!". Julien stood by the bed quiet as a mice, with his head hanging low. The light from the door shine into the dark room, as if spotlighted onto Philip's body while a shadow grew longer reaching the face of Philip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://adrienz.blogspot.com/2008/08/chain-of-fools.html"&gt;Api&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it stopped. The creeping shadow halted, as if time stood still, and the approaching figures outside the door had frozen in place. Julien kept silent, his eyes and ears, vigilant, knowing that even the slightest of movements could trigger the shadows - the frozen figures that spoke of undesired calamity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For Hera’s sake, could you please keep that aside?! I strictly told you to refrain yourself from using the powerful one... Wait. He’s still in there. I can sense his energy. His fear. Even so, our beloved Phillip is far too devious to just play dead. Fine. Use it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a man, and he was not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrbunnyban.blogspot.com/2008/08/chain-story.html"&gt;BunnyBan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the men produced a verrrry suspicious-looking phallic instrument about 8 inches long which he flicked on. Brilliant white light shone forth from it to illuminate the scene at the bed but Julien wasn't anywhere in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I really wish you didn't bring that obscene looking flash light of yours here. Couldn't you be a little more serious about work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, don't bother about me and keep concentrating on finding him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifebook98.blogspot.com/2008/08/chain-story.html"&gt;Lifebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just switch on light, dimwit!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julien looked around him. Now he had to get a way out of the room, and it had to be quick before the guys found him. For the moment, jumping out from the windows was his only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minute of rummaging around, one of the guys managed to find the light switch.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://queerrant.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-story-continues.html"&gt;Defiant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I found it!" he says and flicked the switch but nothing happened. The light wouldn't turn on and both of them turned their attention to the faulty switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the diversion Julien has been waiting for. Swiftly, he sprinted fast and silently like a cat towards the opened window. It was freezing cold with winter winds but he had to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://legolas80.blogspot.com/2008/08/chain-it-up.html"&gt;Leggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop right there if you still want to be in one piece." Julien froze as his mind was turning quick about what to do next when the light suddenly came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You idiot, told you to switch on the lights and you got the socket." The man had a gun in his hand, pointing straight at Julien. "So you think you can get away this time? I don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must know, bullets won't do me any harm," Julien replied calmly, while still thinking about a way to get out of this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh heh... I have the powerful one to help me this time. It's game over for you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My turn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that so? Let's see how fast your bullets are," Julien replied and he dashed to the door with supersonic speed, knocked the second guy who is blocking at the door to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy fires his gun towards Julien continuously but all of them misses the target, and without any hesitant, Julien sped to the main door but his steps stopped there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Julien."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freddie... Get out of my way." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awwww... Why the rush? How long we haven't seen each other? Don't you miss me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pass the torch to Chief next :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-815247108596674471?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/815247108596674471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=815247108596674471&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/815247108596674471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/815247108596674471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/08/bffs-blog-chain-story.html' title='BFF&apos;s Blog Chain Story'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-1666120825952626218</id><published>2008-08-13T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:03:04.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirting For 4 Months</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 13th August 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the Brothers were already aware by this time that there's something going on in between me and Nivlac since.... err.... Beijing Olympic? The real date on when we knew each other was like back in March after my horror/depressing/thriller &lt;a href="http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/03/peeping-through-lens.html"&gt;photoshoot&lt;/a&gt; album was published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 11st April 2008 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Photographer&lt;/span&gt;: I got a friend wanted to get to know you ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: Oh... uncle ar? Cute or not? :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Photographer&lt;/span&gt;: Cute and very eligible. Haha. 30yo only. No more uncles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from that, the three of us began to do MSN conferencing quite often. Mr. Photographer tend to dish out some real blush-inducing comments to me on behalf of Nivlac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, I have PS2 at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nivlac&lt;/span&gt;: I wanna play that... I haven't got the chance to play FF X. The salesperson at Sg. Wang said that they're not selling PS2 anymore... just PS3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Photographer&lt;/span&gt;: Haiye, no need to buy. Just ask Hyperion to pack all his stuff and move in with you at your new condo lah. Then both of you can play PS2 everyday... kekeke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nivlac&lt;/span&gt;: Yerrr... such obvious comment hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nivlac&lt;/span&gt;: It's getting late... let's go to bed! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Photographer&lt;/span&gt;: Hmm...? Oh, you two ar? Hehe... Have fun! Good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nivlac&lt;/span&gt;: :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: *pretend dumb* I don't understand wor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flirting continues....&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't meet each other.... not until I accidentally bumped into them at Frangipani during Jin's &lt;a href="http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-i-like-clubbing.html"&gt;birthday celebration&lt;/a&gt; in May. Which I quickly hid myself after shaking hands with them (can't show them my tomato face!). An impromptu meeting, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in late July... Janvier and I were chatting and somehow, we mentioned about Nivlac where Janvier got the whole idea of the flirting process and started scheming a plan to bring Nivlac out for a better up-close observation. Hence, the Klang &lt;a href="http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/08/story-of-bkt-klang-bloggers-and-yerr.html"&gt;BKT trip&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Janvier spreading the news to everyone in the group, I was bombarded with loads of questions about my sudden attachment and it seems that everyone has been very eager to meet him. Will get the chance soon, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the excitement (been looking forward to the weekends nowadays), I'm kind of worried as well. Been used to the singleton's lifestyle for more than one year, it is a little trick I have to learn all over again to juggle in between friends (at least 2 groups of friends), my own time and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, it seems like I've passed the "test" from his friends aka the sisterhood :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been mentioning about cooking stuff lately. Means I need to brush up my cooking skill again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-1666120825952626218?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/1666120825952626218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=1666120825952626218&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1666120825952626218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1666120825952626218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/08/flirting-for-4-months.html' title='Flirting For 4 Months'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-8732144791587832115</id><published>2008-08-08T13:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:36:41.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Connection</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 8th August 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very special day indeed. You only encounter today's date once.&lt;br /&gt;And it is the opening ceremony of the 2008 Summer Olympics Games in Beijing, China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is not what I wanted to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt that the gay community in KL is... small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 1&lt;br /&gt;Alpha - Xavier (2 years). &lt;br /&gt;Alpha - Me (5 years). &lt;br /&gt;Me - Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2&lt;br /&gt;SY - LemonLime. &lt;br /&gt;SY - Nugget.&lt;br /&gt;Me - LemonLime, Nugget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 3&lt;br /&gt;Cel - Nigel. &lt;br /&gt;Cel - Nugget. &lt;br /&gt;Me - Nigel, Nugget, Cel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 4&lt;br /&gt;Nugget - Lorelei&lt;br /&gt;Nugget - Savante&lt;br /&gt;Nugget - The Braver&lt;br /&gt;Nugget - Cel&lt;br /&gt;Nugget - Me&lt;br /&gt;Nugget - JoeRy&lt;br /&gt;Me - Lorelei, Savante, The Braver, Cel, JoeRy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 5&lt;br /&gt;The Braver - Froggie&lt;br /&gt;The Braver - Me&lt;br /&gt;Me - Froggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 6&lt;br /&gt;RV - Nigel&lt;br /&gt;RV - Me&lt;br /&gt;RV - Jojo&lt;br /&gt;Me - Nigel, RV, Jojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason 7&lt;br /&gt;VYPY - Jojo&lt;br /&gt;VYPY - Mossimo&lt;br /&gt;Me - VYPY, Jojo, Mossimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;Confusing? &lt;br /&gt;Never mind that. I'm just bored anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to catch the Olympic game opening ceremony at Nivlac's house tonite with Braver, The Sinner and another few gays. Have a great weekend ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-8732144791587832115?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/8732144791587832115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=8732144791587832115&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8732144791587832115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8732144791587832115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/08/connection.html' title='The Connection'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7327568186227285198</id><published>2008-08-05T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:36:48.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of BKT, Klang, Bloggers and "Yerr"</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 6th August 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janvier planned a BKT breakfast session in Klang 2 weeks ago. The actual date is Saturday and in order not to make them to come and pick me from Cheras, I slept over at Nivlac's new studio condo in PJ on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with Chief, Nivlac and DC (all gym goers except me), I forced myself to woke up early and by the time we reach the specified place at Pandamaran, it was already 9.30am. The place was packed but we managed to secure a table. After waited for about 30mins, the pork were served. Slightly different from the usual BKT I had before as it is served in individual bowl, not claypot and not much soup were given. Taste pretty mild too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then took a leisure walk at Jusco Bukit Tinggi which is reported to be the largest Jusco store in Asia. The three of them also brought Chief and me into the FF outlet there for a tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think Alexander will plop on the floor after one session of BodyPump with this. *holding the 10kg barbell*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Bar.B.Q Plaza (attracted to the ads outside the premise), a Thailand company which serves barbeque and simple steamboat... the food were just so so. Nivlac then brought us to Jalan Nanas for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cendol&lt;/span&gt; (nice one!) before we left Klang and head back to his condo. While he gotta attend gym class, I took a short nap and by 6.30pm, we headed to KLCC for dinner with Braver (BravingKL) and &lt;a href="http://wheremyloveis.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sinner&lt;/a&gt; (For I Have Sinned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Sinner:&lt;/span&gt; So, where to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nivlac:&lt;/span&gt; Ask Braver to choose cos he always say no to our suggestions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Braver:&lt;/span&gt; Yerr, where got?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nivlac:&lt;/span&gt; Got lah, you always want expensive food what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Sinner:&lt;/span&gt; Ask Hyperion to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hyperion:&lt;/span&gt; Em.... Bongsen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Braver:&lt;/span&gt; Yerr, not nice lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nivlac:&lt;/span&gt; House of Sundanese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Sinner:&lt;/span&gt; Yerr, that one also not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Braver:&lt;/span&gt; Em... let's go California Pizza Kitchen! *excited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nivlac:&lt;/span&gt; Yerr, Braver always go for Western one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Braver:&lt;/span&gt; Yerr, where got wor...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Nivlac:&lt;/span&gt; Ok ok, Little Penang Kafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Braver:&lt;/span&gt; Yerrrr....... ok lah, ok lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amusing, so I joined in the "yerr" frenzy but I found that I used that word quite often and sometimes, subconsciously. I've lost count on how many "yerr" I heard that night (including mine) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then adjourned to Domé for drinks and more "yerr" where we talked about travelling and holiday destination throughout the night. Such bliss for a normal Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7327568186227285198?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7327568186227285198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7327568186227285198&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7327568186227285198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7327568186227285198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/08/story-of-bkt-klang-bloggers-and-yerr.html' title='The Story of BKT, Klang, Bloggers and &quot;Yerr&quot;'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-8340836529862760930</id><published>2008-07-31T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:35:20.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 19</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 31st July 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾經愛你永遠愛你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xLZd1HNZ3w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xLZd1HNZ3w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-8340836529862760930?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/8340836529862760930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=8340836529862760930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8340836529862760930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8340836529862760930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-my-playlist-19.html' title='From My Playlist 19'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2354084398077359584</id><published>2008-07-30T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:21:27.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been... One Year!</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 30th July 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He buzzed me on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi, I got your MSN from your blog."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hello there... you are?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Janvier Soldat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Janvier...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought - Ooh... a foreigner!&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out to be a Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You mentioned "we"... you mean you and your bf?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that he actually address himself as "we".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh Cheras. We used to go to the OTK there on Fridays for boardgames."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was before he got someone else to spend his Friday night with :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we met up on 29th July 2007 for the first time for &lt;a href="http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2007/08/superb-sunday.html"&gt;lunch at Co Do&lt;/a&gt;, Midvalley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We need to bring the laptop for diagnostic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We always wonder how a flogger do his job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Alex might have all the collection. You know, Alexander The Gay? He likes classical music."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So, we shall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tapau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; satay at SS2 first before dropping you off at Nigel's place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second meeting, he brought me to meet with the rest of the group, which we slowly became very close with each other. We ogle at hunks, we celebrate birthdays, we partied, we go clubbing, we go for movies, dinners and finally, we travel to a foreign land for holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Janvier, this post is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my luck to have met you, where you brought me to meet all these wonderful people, else I would have still be... myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: Chief, don't be jealous lah, okie? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2354084398077359584?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2354084398077359584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2354084398077359584&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2354084398077359584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2354084398077359584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-one-year.html' title='It&apos;s Been... One Year!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-6899750128086548750</id><published>2008-07-28T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:15:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunking Bangkok, Day 3</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 28th July 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up the next day, feeling a little dissatisfied with the lack of camwhoring activities throughout the trip and so the four of us (Defiant, Janvier, Chief and me) decided to visit the Grand Palace and Temple of the Emerald Buddha, while Daemon and Xavier headed to a mini photographing studio in Siam Discovery (if I'm not mistaken) to have their first studio photographs taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100268.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100268.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Grand Palace and bright morning sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining mercilessly upon us that morning (this means disaster for Janvier). Met Will.i.am, Cheryl, Derek and CK at the entrance and camwhoring activities started. While they were busy taking pictures and admiring the building structures, me on the other hand was busy looking around, scavenging for any cuties :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100281.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100281.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Japanese guy, I think, who occasionally make funny faces while taking pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100295.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100296.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A tall hottie with big arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like my pictures taken here by Chief. Somehow, my eye bags weren't so visible in his pictures (did he edit them? Or it's Sony's processor? :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100290.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100290.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100287.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100287.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100285.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to MBK again without Will.i.am's team (we got SMS from Jin saying that they're on the way to the Grand Palace by boat ride when we left) for shopping. Stopped at McThai for lunch and we were kinda amused by the lady sitting next to us. Whenever Janvier tried to take pictures of the food, she will use her magazine or hat to shield her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MBK is kinda similar to our smaller scale of Mid Valley (minus the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalas&lt;/span&gt;). The first shop we went was the video store where the guys busy browsing the gay section. Xavier and Daemon joined us shortly after and we finally managed to get ourselves some real shopping stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100526.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100526.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tree Friends tee (Toothy) - Chatuchak&lt;br /&gt;Belt - Chatuchak&lt;br /&gt;One pair of sneakers - MBK&lt;br /&gt;One pair of jeans - MBK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100530.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100530.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toothy, the beaver that always die on eye injuries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100528.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100528.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The guard belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100527.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100527.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My favourite pair of sneakers so far. Love the simple design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other people:&lt;br /&gt;A pair of white sneakers for LemonLime as birthday present - Fashion Outlet&lt;br /&gt;A handbag for Shim - Chatuchak&lt;br /&gt;A brown purse for mom - Naraya, Central World&lt;br /&gt;A wooden carved snake statue for G - Chatuchak&lt;br /&gt;2 ceramic plates for boss - Central&lt;br /&gt;A Thailand gay movie DVD for Orson - MBK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100532.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100532.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LemonLime's birthday pressie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got SMS from Alexander saying that we should have group dinner since it's our last night in Bangkok. Daemon insisted that we go for M2M (man to man) massage before dinner so Defiant, Daemon and I went to Andy's Man Massage (located somewhere behind the lanes in Silom street). Personally, I don't really like the way we choose the masseurs. The masseurs will stand in one room, separated from us by a glass window and we'll pick the one that we want, similar like those in police station as seen in HK dramas. Massage was 600 Baht per hour and minimum tips for masseur was 500 baht (total 1100 Baht for no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra service&lt;/span&gt;), while minimum tips was 1000 Baht (total 1600 Baht for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extra service&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then led upstairs to individual rooms where he asked me to take a shower first. Then I get to lay down on the massage bed, totally nude (both of us!) and he start working on my legs and slowly to the waist and shoulders. It was quite an awkward moment as we didn't speak to each other (some people told me that their masseurs will chat with them but mine was different). He pressed my thighs a little too strong at some times... pain and a bit ticklish at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed was... he constantly touches my butt and the anus part. When I turned around, chest facing upward, he started to touch my tool... Then he lifted both my legs and put them on his lap! (It's lap, NOT shoulders. You must be thinking of some missionary pose!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he bit my chest... = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed him but it's the no-energy-type-of-pushing cos his tongue was good :P&lt;br /&gt;While I was contemplating whether I should ask him to stop or continue, he moved his tongue from the left to the right side.... damn, I really felt weak at the moment and I sensed that I was slowly getting a hard on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally pushed him away. He was a bit confused and ask me "You don't want to cum?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "No" and he seems disappointed (because he'll get less tips?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us then rushed to Lek Seafood restaurant below Chong Nonsi BTS station to catch up with the rest (we were late by the way) but Will.i.am and his team already left. We don't feel like eating there so we headed back to Suriwongse street for hawker food with Xavier and went for "aquarium" show. There was this particular go-go boy who kept on staring at both Daemon and Xavier the whole night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-6899750128086548750?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/6899750128086548750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=6899750128086548750&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6899750128086548750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6899750128086548750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/07/bunking-bangkok-day-3.html' title='Bunking Bangkok, Day 3'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/th_P1100268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-9178871722064270150</id><published>2008-07-22T22:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:10:19.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunking Bangkok, Day 2</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 22nd July 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long night of partying, we woke up quite late the next morning. Will.i.am and the rest already left the guesthouse earlier for breakfast. The few of us dragged ourselves to shower and then ready to brave the weekend market of Chatuchak. We took the sky train from Saladaeng station to the last station of Mo Chit where Chatuchak Garden is just below the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roadside stall selling tea and coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my third time here and I'm never bored of it, simply because the place is too huge to be explored entirely in one day. They do distribute maps of the area but we didn't get any until we were about to leave. With a list of items on hand, the 6 of us ventured into the market where Janvier &amp;amp; Chief left us shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shirts (corny, stripes, tight fitting, cute etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Accesorries (pendant, chain, necklace, wrist band, ring etc)&lt;br /&gt;3. Crockery (2 plain, white colour serving dish for my boss)&lt;br /&gt;4. Junk food (dried mango for Orson)&lt;br /&gt;5. Pants (at least one pair of jeans)&lt;br /&gt;6. Shoes (one pair of sneakers)&lt;br /&gt;7. Souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Xavier and Daemon bought the most things before we stopped by a small stall for lunch (flip flops, shirts, accessories). They serve some simple Japanese food but nice stuff. We continue our quest after lunch where we occasionally bumped into the others (Will.i.am, Cheryl) and the Baan Saladaeng group. After 5 hours, we decided call it a day and took the train to get back to our guesthouse. Pretty disappointed trip it was for me and Defiant as we weren't able to buy much! I failed to complete my missions on the list except for one belt, one shirt and some souvenirs. Argh... I want my kinky shirts! &gt;_&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dark and humid place&lt;/span&gt;, clad in towel. Instead, we joined Janvier and Chief for dinner in a Japanese restaurant in Siam Paragon called Fuji, while Baan Saladaeng group went for a Siamese cultural show at Siam Niramit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100222.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100222.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Defiant, waiting for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed to MBK after dinner, only to arrived at the time when the shops are closing (shopping complex in BKK closes at 9pm and some latest by 9.30pm). No "shopping luck" for us again, so we decided to come here again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Silom and regroup with Will.i.am, Cheryl, KH, CK, Daemon and Xavier where they suddenly feel like going for a go-go boys show. After contemplating a while in front of the go-go street (with annoying staffs harassing us), Chief brought us to a club further down the street of Suriwongse called Tawan club. The place is almost fully occupied but the shows are kinda bored. Well, maybe because I have been watching all these shows for my past trips and they're all the same (playing with candle, fire, whips, cock display, dancing, blowjobs etc etc). Even Chief himself claimed that it's boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-9178871722064270150?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/9178871722064270150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=9178871722064270150&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/9178871722064270150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/9178871722064270150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/07/bunking-bangkok-day-2.html' title='Bunking Bangkok, Day 2'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/th_P1100184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7910195148051086735</id><published>2008-07-21T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:59:39.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunking Bangkok, Day 1</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 21st July 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dem.... our long planned Bangkok trip ended in a blink of eye. To return to work after spent 4 days 3 nights there really is a.... pain in the arse. In addition to that, Lifebook wasn't able to make it at the last minute due to some work commitments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nasser's AirAsia meal - Roti Jala with curry chicken&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was my best trip there so far. I decided to travel light; only brought 3 tees, one jeans, cash, grooming tools (this is a MUST bring items), camera (another MUST bring item) etc. Our flight is at 1.40pm and luckiy, no delay but we didn't take a group photo at the Suvarnabhumi Airport. The 15 of us were then split into 2 groups; one group booked the hotel at Baan Saladaeng (Savante, Alexander, Jin, Nasser, BunnyBan) while another group at Take A Nap hostel (both are in Silom district). I shared the 6 beds dorm at Take A Nap with Daemon, Xavier, Defiant and CK (Cheryl's friend) which is about 10 mins away from Saladaeng BTS Station. I did the stupidest thing there - I locked the safe box and unable to open it after that. Luckily I haven't put my passport in it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100145.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Food court inside Central World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After refreshed ourselves a bit, we waste no time and the 10 of us decided to visit Central World. Took 2 cabs there but the first cab (Xavier, Daemon, Chief, Janvier &amp;amp; Defiant) seems to stopped at the different entrance of the mall, hence we were separated and I'm stucked with Will.i.am, KH, Cheryl and CK. Went to Zara and a few shops as they were having sales but the Q detered me from getting anything... and we had our first Bangkok dinner at the food court (small and not much choice). I ordered the Tom Yum Goong spaghetti which lack of flavour (this was my only Tom Yam meal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100149.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oyster Omelette.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100175.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Central World.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then loitered inside the mall and spent most of the time at the underwear section and a local handbag boutique called NaRaYa. Got mom a small brown coin purse that costs 55 baht (RM 5.50! Cheap cheap cheap!) while Cheryl was buying like there's no tomorrow. Waited for the rest of the group to arrive, we headed back to hostel and this time, I'm stucked with the Baan Saladaeng group... While we were on the way to BTS station, Savante made a detour and we ended up at McThai (McDonald's) somewhere behind Gaysorn. Before we left, the guys took picture with the Ronald McDonald's with the "wai" gesture where Savante showed a shocking slut pose we never seen before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The doctor really changed when he stepped into this land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Must be the air. Or water. Or food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1100181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/P1100181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jin jumping around at the BTS station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurried back to the hotel, showered (the weather was freakingly hot and humid), I put on my corniest tee I bought from Chatuchak last year and walked to DJ Station (about 10 mins away) to meet up with the rest of the group. Seriously... DJ Station rocks! It was so crowded, it's really difficult to walk around. The best thing was it's not allowed to smoke inside the club and the air-conds were blasting at full speed. Plenty of hotties and cuties... "There's one on your right." "Wait, his friends were cute too." "Oh, there's another one on the podium." "He's dragging his buddies on the podium too." "OMG, they're stripping!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really calm and relax there... as if it's my little sanctuary. The people there were very outgoing and friendly. As we shake our booties, there was this particular guy, around early 30s in a pink and white stripes polo tee, small eyes, spiky hair that catches my attention. He was with another two friends, Chinese I assumed and they were dancing just next to us. I sensed that he was trying to read what my shirt says. We exchanged quite plenty of eye contacts and occasionally, smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Did you see that guy in pink polo tee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daemon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah. He's kinda cute, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah. And he was looking at us most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did something out of my normal self... I purposely try to get near him and when he was just in front of me (his back is facing me), I turn around and rub my back and my butt to his! I think he must have sensed it, as I felt that he was like trying to press his to mine seconds later. This continued for a few minutes before the ever expanding crowd pushed us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to escape from the crowd and went upstairs. We were standing near the balcony when another guy, in his late 30s, long hair, black tank tops leaning at the divider stares at my shirt and whispered something to his friend next to him. His friend then came forward to greet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Hi, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I'm fine, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Where do you come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Oh I see. *points to the long hair guy* This is Gerard. From Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *Smiles and nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Why aren't you drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Cos I get drunk fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you can hear the guys giggling and whispering away... = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defiant scored that night when a Thai boy approached him for a dance and both of them disappeared later on. We finally left the club without Defiant as he was no where to be found and went for supper at the Burger King next door. I was going to take my seat when a Caucasian guy sitting at the left side came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caucasian Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *look and stares at my shirt* Excuse me, can you tell me where did you get that shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: *a bit confused* Er... Chatuchak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caucasian Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry but can you please get up and show it to my friend there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Err... okay. *stood up and display my shirt like a dummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caucasian Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks a lot. That was a really nice shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Haha, thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guys started to giggle again. I suddenly feel so proud of my tee. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defiant finally showed up with his newly met Thai boy and a love bite on his neck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defiant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: I can't help it. He wanna bite. Gosh, I feel like my nipple's a bit pain too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes our first day in Bangkok :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7910195148051086735?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7910195148051086735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7910195148051086735&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7910195148051086735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7910195148051086735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/07/bunking-bangkok-day-1.html' title='Bunking Bangkok, Day 1'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/2008%20bangkok/th_P1100134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4404251639819117939</id><published>2008-07-09T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:50:23.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, Food And More Food</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 9th July 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing freelance food review for a local food portal organization for the past few months. They make arrangement with a particular establishment and I'll go there to sample their food, take pictures, do interviews and come up with the article to be publish on the site. So far, I have came up with 6-7 articles on different restaurants, all done voluntarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from them 2 days ago. Apparently, they wanna do coverage on our local street/hawker food as well and they picked me for the task. Their reasons were "cos I did a good job on article writing" and "my astounding food photography skills". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not that I rejected them. I accepted. But I seriously don't think that my photography skill was that amazing. I'm just an amateur with a 5 megapixel compact digital camera. No cash to buy DSLR (anyone care to donate? :p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress. According to the mail, I got RM 100/month as subsidy for the task too (the guy just SMS-ed me that they banked in the money to my account). Not quite sufficient but hey, I got paid. And I'm free to do whatever I want; no fixed article submission, no time constrain, no particular preference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More reason to give my "mutant" friends (I'm starting to use this word again) a dinner treat. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4404251639819117939?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4404251639819117939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4404251639819117939&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4404251639819117939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4404251639819117939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/07/food-food-and-more-food.html' title='Food, Food And More Food'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7507133710256176444</id><published>2008-07-05T10:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:34:34.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunking Bangkok</title><content type='html'>*Saturday, 5th July 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging this from office. Yeah, I'm working today (full shift, 8.30am - 5.00pm) to do some test on the systems. Pretty easy task actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, today marks exactly one week to my third Bangkok trip. Time really flies! I still remembers that I was talking to Alexander on GTalk last December about how nice it would be if the whole gang could gather together and make a trip to somewhere out of Malaysia. Coincidentally, Jin informed us at the same time that AirAsia is having RM6 fare promotion. Upon hearing this, without any hesitant, we decided to make it a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bangkok%20trip%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040513.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bangkok%20trip%201/P1040513.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Skyline view of Bangkok from BTS station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails been sent to the entire group and feedbacks were good. When talking about traveling, they can act pretty fast, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, should we get the tickets first? I worry that it'll be sold out soon. We can plan about the hotel issue later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Lifebook&lt;/span&gt;: I have booked the ticket.  Done..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Janvier&lt;/span&gt;: Savante and mine (ours) are booked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;: I have done the booking for my partner, William &amp;amp; KH and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Alexander&lt;/span&gt;: Jin, Defiant and mine - Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nasser&lt;/span&gt;: Booked ours (me + BunnyBan). Left Xavier and Daemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: What the heck, you guys left me alone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Excerpt from Gmail conversations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, there will be approximately 15 of us (14 gays and 1 straight girl). I call it "the historical trip" as I'm pretty sure there will be no more such big group ("gays + bloggers + close friends" combination) to travel along in the future. Everyone will be busy with their own life (promotion, work, families, partner etc). Who knows what will happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bangkok%20trip%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040632.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bangkok%20trip%201/P1040632.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Traffic jam at Silom Road, Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, next week's trip is my first holiday trip this year and my third trip to the Land of Smiles. I would love to have more holiday but I can't due to some  reasons. And yes, I love Bangkok for the friendly people, authentic Thai food, shopping places, new things to see and ahemmm... the cute guys of course. Maybe because it's also a country of high tolerant on gays, I like it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting a gay tolerant city with close gay friends. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after this trip, I don't think I'll be coming back again for a period of time... Wish to visit other places such as Langkawi, Hong Kong, Macau and Singapore on my future trips. Anybody wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bangkok%20trip%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040515.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bangkok%20trip%201/P1040515.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Colourful cab parade outside Chatuchak Weekend Market, Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7507133710256176444?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7507133710256176444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7507133710256176444&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7507133710256176444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7507133710256176444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/07/bunking-bangkok.html' title='Bunking Bangkok'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bangkok%20trip%201/th_P1040513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-1635038899874047374</id><published>2008-07-04T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:24:18.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacancy: White Hair Plucker</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 4th July 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a "white hair plucker".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any volunteer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-1635038899874047374?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/1635038899874047374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=1635038899874047374&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1635038899874047374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1635038899874047374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacancy-white-hair-plucker.html' title='Vacancy: White Hair Plucker'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-890230913491139331</id><published>2008-06-30T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:54:14.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogling With Alexander</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 30th June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexander-the-gay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexander&lt;/a&gt; and I have a tendency of ogling over some hotties we spotted around us. If either one of us is at somewhere else, we'll text each other (sounds like reporting from a certain part of the city) like how we did on the "Ixora Guy" and "Hunk with Tattooed Arm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine afternoon, somewhere early in this month, I went for haircut back in Ipoh where I was needed to wait for about 30 mins for my turn. Then somehow, this particular guy, just done with his hair and while waiting for his another friend, he sat next to me and goodness, I almost literally wanna sink my teeth into his firm, toned right arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/anonymous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Pic0144.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/anonymous/Pic0144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who wants a bite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I grabbed my phone and start pressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hyperion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OMG, I'm in a saloon waiting for my turn and this big arm guy came and sat next to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alexander:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Gasp! Try to take pix... Or talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ergh... Talk cannot la. Lemme try to take pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexander:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Good good... Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MMS the picture over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alexander:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wow... Playing PSP some more... Go touch touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyperion:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Crazy ah? But anyway, just touch is not enough. You know, I like guys in dark green tee cos resemble armies' uniform. Imagine splashing water all over him. A drenched soldier. So yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alexander:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ooooo...Good imagination! Maybe he's from the army!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The ogling session continues till that guy left.... :p&lt;br /&gt;** And I expect more ogling after 13 days from today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-890230913491139331?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/890230913491139331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=890230913491139331&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/890230913491139331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/890230913491139331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/ogling-with-alexander.html' title='Ogling With Alexander'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/anonymous/th_Pic0144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7284869526019282028</id><published>2008-06-26T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:36:24.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 18</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 26th June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoTcr3xpbDU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WoTcr3xpbDU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手上青春还剩多少&lt;br /&gt;思念还有多少煎熬&lt;br /&gt;偶尔清洁用过的梳子&lt;br /&gt;留下了时光的线条&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的世界但愿都好&lt;br /&gt;当我想起你的微笑&lt;br /&gt;无意重读那年的情书&lt;br /&gt;时光悠悠青春渐老&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回不去的那段相知相许美好&lt;br /&gt;都在发黄的信纸上闪耀&lt;br /&gt;那是青春诗句记号&lt;br /&gt;莫怪读了心还会跳&lt;br /&gt;你是否也还记得那一段美好&lt;br /&gt;也许写给你的信早扔掉&lt;br /&gt;这样才好曾少你的&lt;br /&gt;你已在别处都得到&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7284869526019282028?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7284869526019282028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7284869526019282028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7284869526019282028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7284869526019282028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-my-playlist-18.html' title='From My Playlist 18'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2336242855836910195</id><published>2008-06-26T14:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:27:01.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Model-To-Be In Distress</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 26th June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift opened and I slowly walk out of it. The evening sun was shining brightly. As I approached the stairs, a silhouette of a human body, a guy (no evidence of boobs) I presumed, walked by and stopped at the directory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Model-To-Be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hello. Sorry there but do you know where is this place located at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a mixed (I think so, maybe Indian-Muslim), around 26-27 years old with stubbles, wearing a pair of checker short pants (above knee level) and carrying a big "semi &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manbag"&gt;man-bag&lt;/a&gt;" (you know, those resembles a woman shopping bag?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Definitely gay&lt;/span&gt;, I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the name card he shoved to my face. Don't quite remember the name of the studio but yes, it's somewhere nearby my office area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hyperion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have you checked the other side of the block? *point to the left*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Model-To-Be:&lt;/span&gt; I did... *swing his hands in a diva-ish style* I have been searching for it for about 20 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My gaydar suddenly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinged&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hyperion:&lt;/span&gt; Em... card says Block A. This is Block A. Why don't you call the person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Model-To-Be:&lt;/span&gt; I tried but he didn't answer my call... *flip the phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hyperion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okay... if you can't find it in this block, then maybe it's at the block behind. Maybe you can go and check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Model-To-Be:&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I think so too. Thank you, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should go for audition too. I'm sure I can walk much better. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2336242855836910195?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2336242855836910195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2336242855836910195&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2336242855836910195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2336242855836910195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/model-to-be-in-distress.html' title='Model-To-Be In Distress'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-6020970974825722759</id><published>2008-06-23T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:57:22.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 23rd June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier with multiple personalities tagged me with a &lt;a href="http://niched.blogspot.com/2008/06/right-now-meme.html"&gt;meme&lt;/a&gt;.. em... when was it again? Never mind that. The meme itself sounds quite simple though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Right now, what's at the top of your "top 25" list on iTunes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err... first, I don't use iTunes, does WMP counts? (WMP = Windows Media Player-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的你怎么不在我身边 - 江美琪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most people know, mine are 99.99% Chinese tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Right now, what's the first thing on your "to do" list for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submit client's payment advice form to the counter when lunch break ends at 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Right now, what are you thinking about having for your next meal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my lunch and I got to think what to eat tonight!?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/span&gt;. Or claypot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yee mee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Right now, what other applications are running on your PC as you do this meme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IE7 (view the futures and regional markets data)&lt;br /&gt;Mozilla Firefox 2 (blog, Facebooking, downloading songs and Gmail)&lt;br /&gt;MSN Messenger&lt;br /&gt;Google Talk&lt;br /&gt;AVG Antivirus&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Excel (clients' portfolio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Right now, name 5 people you think will respond to this Meme if you tagged them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person I can think of is Defiant but he's been tagged, so nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-6020970974825722759?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/6020970974825722759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=6020970974825722759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6020970974825722759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6020970974825722759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2563971019967361047</id><published>2008-06-18T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:35:32.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss The Boys</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 18th June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warning: crappy grammar ahead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really an animal person. I think they're noisy and it's a hassle to take care of 'em; feed them, bring them for walk, bathe them etc etc. The only animal I kept was fish. They don't make noise, their food are far more cheaper, no need to bring them for evening walk... but to clean the tank is a "heavy duty" (I'm getting lazier anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I missed the boys in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/anonymous/?action=view&amp;current=Pic-0045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/anonymous/Pic-0045.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Professor Hanson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex kept two dogs (the number became three now). He got Hanson, a male Golden Retriever from one of his ex. Golden Retrievers and Labrador Retrievers are famous for their calm, docile nature, hence Hanson is such an angel at home. His daily job is to eat, shit, laze around, sleep, sometimes will dig the soil and be the first to greet whoever come to visit. My ex will bathe him once every week but the task then slowly passed on to his eldest brother. Hanson was taught to show his front paw if you say "Hand" but he will only show the right paw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/anonymous/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_5259.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/anonymous/IMG_5259.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*HeMan just about 1-2 months old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later bought a puppy Rottweiler as he needed a guard dog for his house and I named it HeMan (a "strong" name for a "strong" dog?). Rottweilers tails are snipped off when they're still small (I have no idea for what purpose). HeMan is the total opposite of Hanson, he bites whatever thing he could get; door mat, shoes, pebbles, plants etc. The vet recommended us to feed him with plenty of protein for his muscle buildup and a strong body frame. It was almost my full responsibility to take care of him when I sleep over at my ex's place on my off days where I have to feed him in the morning and get him some fresh water. He doesn't like dog biscuits so I sometimes add some milk to the biscuits or dog treats to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss tickling Hanson's stomach and play with his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss scratching HeMan's head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2563971019967361047?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2563971019967361047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2563971019967361047&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2563971019967361047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2563971019967361047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-boys.html' title='I Miss The Boys'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/anonymous/th_Pic-0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-3140008261791383038</id><published>2008-06-16T19:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:05:09.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Party Mayhem</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 16th June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/party/?action=view&amp;current=n779255077_3120122_4479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/party/n779255077_3120122_4479.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Artwork by The Bunny Mafias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang and I went for the &lt;strong&gt;3 Birthdays &amp; 1 Farewell&lt;/strong&gt; costume party presented by &lt;strong&gt;The Bunny Mafias&lt;/strong&gt; last Friday at Relish, opposite Frangipani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was supposed to start at 9pm but due to some transportation issue, I only managed to reach there around 10.30pm but I noticed that most of the guests haven't arrived yet. I went to the loo to put on my costume and when I came out, all sorts of "&lt;em&gt;creatures&lt;/em&gt;" appeared before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad surgeon &amp; doctor, soldier, cowboy &amp; cowgirl, rabbit waiter &amp; waitress, Leon (from Resident Evil), L(s) &amp; Kira (from Death Note and yes, there are 2 Ls), gigantic Sponge Bob Square Pants (so cute!), drag queens (notably Kate &lt;em&gt;Moses&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Audrien&lt;/em&gt; Hepburn), Roman emperor &amp; Greek goddess, gay-sha (geisha), horny building site &amp; safety construcion workers, pastry and cuisine chefs, kickboxer, pirate, mechanic and so on. Almost everyone has a fancy headgear (imagine colourful and oversized afro wigs, Minnie ears and lady hat). What a sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier and I decided to go as chefs, so I asked around, "Where to get the chef hats!?" but no one knows. But it was luckily enough for us that I found a site on Internet on how to create a chef hat so I decided to make it myself. Instead of tissue paper as recommended by the site, I used white plastic grocery bags to cover the top part and made it puffed up... the result was hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/party/?action=view&amp;current=P1090482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/party/P1090482.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chefs and the rabbit waiter. See what I mean? :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's some preview of what happened that night when these bunch of people gathered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/party/?action=view&amp;current=Untitled-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/party/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there are plenty of molesting, stripping, kissing, hugging, laughing, cam-whoring, drinking and posing activities. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess everyone had a great time and still excited over the party (comments on the photos uploaded on Facebook were overwhelming but sorry, only available for private viewing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, MarketPlace this Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about the party here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bedstory.blogspot.com/2008/06/bunny-mafia-presents.html"&gt;Bedtime Stories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://transmission8.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happened-in-night-at-relish.html"&gt;Transmission @ 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://afrogpointsofview.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-with-3b.html"&gt;A Frog's Point of View&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://niched.blogspot.com/2008/06/maskerade.html"&gt;The Oddity That Is Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://queerrant.blogspot.com/2008/06/sayuris-debut.html"&gt;Queer Rant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexander-the-gay.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-private-dick-hardon.html"&gt;Alexander The Gay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-3140008261791383038?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/3140008261791383038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=3140008261791383038&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3140008261791383038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3140008261791383038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/costume-party-mayhem.html' title='Costume Party Mayhem'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/party/th_n779255077_3120122_4479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-3017689484065901808</id><published>2008-06-11T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:57:36.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Good Are You In Bed?</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 11st June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm lazy to work/too free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tblBorderAll"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1116581676bollywood[1].jpg"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=928N" target="_blank"&gt;How are you in bed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sex God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a master at sex. You make your partner weak in the knees, and you know it. You've had the practice, and you've read the books, but don't get too cocky (pun intended) or you'll get put into place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table width='50%'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sex God&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='78' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;78%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Slave To BDSM&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Virgin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='40' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;40%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;A Romantic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='35' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTMxNjM3MzY5MDYmcHQ9MTIxMzE2MzgyNzI1MCZwPTY5MDgxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-3017689484065901808?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/3017689484065901808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=3017689484065901808&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3017689484065901808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3017689484065901808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-good-are-you-in-bed.html' title='How Good Are You In Bed?'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4102179943416718326</id><published>2008-06-11T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:12:43.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Client</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 11st June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;: Jason, would you consider or look for someone who is 12 years older than yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: Em.. you mean like &lt;a href="http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/01/ujin.html"&gt;Ujin&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: I don't think I will lo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;: For me, I don't think I will either... but... you won't need to worry about money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha... Yeah hor, Ujin's boyfriend is a CEO in a company in SG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;: So, remember to get yourself a CEO too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hyperion&lt;/span&gt;: -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a new client who is 12 years older than me who doesn't-look-like-38yo-but-much-younger, strong handshake, neatly dressed, birthday only 2 days away from mine, not a CEO but a GM (don't be greedy, ok). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he's married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should make my boss to talk more on this topic. Talk more = more chances?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4102179943416718326?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4102179943416718326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4102179943416718326&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4102179943416718326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4102179943416718326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-client.html' title='MY Client'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-3305832755365321978</id><published>2008-06-11T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:17:16.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 17</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 11st June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hTRr6eb5og&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hTRr6eb5og&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;这里的空气很新鲜&lt;br /&gt;这里的小吃很特别&lt;br /&gt;这里的latte不像水&lt;br /&gt;这里的夜景很有感觉&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在一万英尺的天边&lt;br /&gt;在有港口view的房间&lt;br /&gt;在讨价还价的商店&lt;br /&gt;在凌晨喧闹的三四点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是亲爱的你怎么不在我身边&lt;br /&gt;我们有多少时间能浪费&lt;br /&gt;电话再甜美&lt;br /&gt;传真再安慰&lt;br /&gt;也不足以应付不能拥抱你的遥远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的亲爱的你怎么不在我身边&lt;br /&gt;一个人过一天像过一年&lt;br /&gt;海的那一边&lt;br /&gt;乌云一整片&lt;br /&gt;我很想为了你快乐一点&lt;br /&gt;可是亲爱的&lt;br /&gt;你怎么不在身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在一万英尺的天边&lt;br /&gt;在有港口view的房间&lt;br /&gt;在讨价还价的商店&lt;br /&gt;在凌晨喧闹的三四点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是亲爱的你怎么不在我身边&lt;br /&gt;我们有多少时间能浪费&lt;br /&gt;电话再甜美&lt;br /&gt;传真再安慰&lt;br /&gt;也不足以应付不能拥抱你的遥远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的亲爱的你怎么不在我身边&lt;br /&gt;一个人过一天像过一年&lt;br /&gt;海的那一边&lt;br /&gt;乌云一整片&lt;br /&gt;我很想为了你快乐一点&lt;br /&gt;可是亲爱的&lt;br /&gt;你怎么不在身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The furthest place on Earth,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far it is,&lt;br /&gt;It's not any further,&lt;br /&gt;Than our loved one not by our side. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-3305832755365321978?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/3305832755365321978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=3305832755365321978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3305832755365321978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3305832755365321978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-my-playlist-17.html' title='From My Playlist 17'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2344821618981922670</id><published>2008-06-10T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:36:26.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 10th June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;这里的空气很新鲜&lt;br /&gt;这里的小吃很特别&lt;br /&gt;这里的latte不像水&lt;br /&gt;这里的夜景很有感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The air here is very fresh&lt;br /&gt;The local snacks here are special&lt;br /&gt;The latte here doesn't diluted like water&lt;br /&gt;The night view here is nice&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2344821618981922670?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2344821618981922670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2344821618981922670&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2344821618981922670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2344821618981922670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/here.html' title='Here'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-6885437263342610917</id><published>2008-06-03T12:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:40:31.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bangkok Love Story? (Prelude to Bangkok Trip, July 2008)</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 3rd June 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club-hopping was a bit boring, frankly speaking. But the night was still early and instead of spend time scouting for interesting stuff at Patpong night bazaar, the guys prefer to spend the time in clubs where there's plenty of eye candies and air-conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bangkok%20trip%201/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1040803.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bangkok%20trip%201/P1040803.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition between clubs reigned here, which is just off Suriwongse street. Staffs from different clubs will persuade you to go to theirs and when necessary, they'll use force by pulling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I feel like punching that guy who pulled me just now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mamasan scurried around to find us seats, our eyes scanned the surroundings wildly, anticipating something that worth the hassle of going through the barricades of staffs outside. Boys (and a few guys) clad in just white undies with number were filling up the small stage, constantly throwing smiles to the patrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came down from the stage, in front of me and turned to look at me. I look back almost instantly and I suddenly had the urge to smile. Our eye contact locked on each other - I remembered I didn't blink my eye at that very moment, until you slowly disappeared into the crowd that just came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did you see anyone you like yet?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head but I know I'm lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show started after that and somehow, I'm relieved that you're not one of the "performers". And then, I saw you walking around, probably looking for your friends at backstage. This time, as you passed by in front of our seats, you hurled a soft smile while your eyes staring boldly at me. I tried to flinch but something in me forced me to return the smile and... I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey, that number 21 was looking at you throughout the night!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You think so too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's so obvious-lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the shows over, we asked for the bill and I felt heavy inside. Tonight is our last night here, which means I only be able to see you again on my next visit (if only you still working at the same place by that time, that's it). You're now fully dressed and look just fine with a dark green tee, jeans and brown sling bag and joking around with your friends aka "colleagues" near the entrance door. I reluctantly followed the guys... you saw me and smile to me again. No flinching this time, I smiled back, nodded a bit and walk towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were already far away in front of me. I turned back and gave the club a last gaze. Perhaps the guys realised that I wasn't with them, they come back to get me and then, you walked by next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hello."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost with my words at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sawadeekrap." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hurried away. I felt that my heart was beating fast. That was perhaps one of the rudest thing I have ever done in this land. As we stopped at the nearby hawker stalls for supper, you passed by. You saw me, you wave at me and then you stopped. From far, I could see your body language; you pointed at yourself, then point at me and nod your head as if you were asking, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Do you want my company?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waved back and slowly shook my head. You smiled again and finally walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last time I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were no longer around when I went back to the same club ten months later.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-6885437263342610917?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/6885437263342610917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=6885437263342610917&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6885437263342610917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6885437263342610917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/06/bangkok-love-story-prelude-to-bangkok.html' title='A Bangkok Love Story? (Prelude to Bangkok Trip, July 2008)'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/bangkok%20trip%201/th_P1040803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2688164424953734932</id><published>2008-05-29T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:33:42.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Foldover!</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 29th May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the &lt;a href="http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid-driver.html"&gt;stupid driver&lt;/a&gt; post? Well, after the bus left, I went to get another ticket and then off to a nearby McDonald's, behind Starbucks for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the usual McChicken value meal, while sitting at the table opposite the counter. There are plenty of the recent Big Mac chant posters around, where you must complete the chant in 4 seconds in order to get a free Big Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Two All-Beef Patties,&lt;br /&gt;Special Sauce, Lettuce,&lt;br /&gt;Cheese, Pickles, Onions&lt;br /&gt;On A Sesame Seed Bun!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the meal, it was still early anyway. I took out my book and while I was busy scribbling, a staff came over, placed a Spicy Beef Foldover box on my table and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I think it's a bit weird, I ignore it cos I thought maybe it's just a box. &lt;br /&gt;But after a few minutes, curiosity got into me so I opened the box and gasp... the box is not empty! THERE IS A FOLDOVER INSIDE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yay! Free food!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nah, not interested in beef foldover and I'm already stuffed."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my bags, took the tray to the counter and gave it back to the staff there. She just look at me in confusion. How come McDonald's hire such bimbo by the way? Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I didn't feel good after doing a good deed. I should have just took it and eat it on the bus. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2688164424953734932?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2688164424953734932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2688164424953734932&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2688164424953734932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2688164424953734932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/free-foldover.html' title='Free Foldover!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7719419841434052196</id><published>2008-05-29T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:27:08.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 16</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 29th May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJR3YNk_oFU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJR3YNk_oFU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7719419841434052196?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7719419841434052196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7719419841434052196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7719419841434052196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7719419841434052196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-my-playlist-16.html' title='From My Playlist 16'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-8438359422412861083</id><published>2008-05-26T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:33:24.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Familiar</title><content type='html'>*Monday, 26th May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the compound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything still look pretty much the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your white coupe is there.&lt;br /&gt;The plants you hanged on the pillars and wall are there.&lt;br /&gt;The plants your dad planted at the left compound are there.&lt;br /&gt;HeMan is there, although he look more like a single-headed Cerberus now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a miniature Pinscher.&lt;br /&gt;There's a pond at the compound now.&lt;br /&gt;And more plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a Wii.&lt;br /&gt;There are two huge vases next to the TV cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;Decors bought in Thailand and Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee table near the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mahjong&lt;/span&gt; table.&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitruvian_Man"&gt;Vitruvian Man&lt;/a&gt; poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very, very, very familiar scent.&lt;br /&gt;Very, very, very familiar lighting.&lt;br /&gt;Very, very, very familiar wall colours.&lt;br /&gt;Very, very, very familiar bathroom setting.&lt;br /&gt;Very, very, very familiar shower curtain. That's the one I chose, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You moved on with yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-8438359422412861083?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/8438359422412861083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=8438359422412861083&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8438359422412861083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8438359422412861083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-familiar.html' title='Very Familiar'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-2910610446904522902</id><published>2008-05-25T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:22:59.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Driver</title><content type='html'>*Sunday, 25th May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck is not at my side lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a massive jam at Jalan Raja Chulan last Friday when I was on my way to bus station. As bus will be leaving at 8.30pm and I only have 15 minutes left, I decided to walk from AmBank to the station with two bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which resulted my shoulders, both legs, butt are aching like mad the next day. It's like I've been gang-banged by several hunks who love rough sex.... sounds so &lt;em&gt;salah&lt;/em&gt;, I know :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, luck is not at my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I made it to the station in precisely 15 mins, the bus driver refused to let me board the bus and asked me to take the next one at 10pm. Which means I have to fork out another RM 13 for the ticket. &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;FCUK YOU, STUPID DRIVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-2910610446904522902?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/2910610446904522902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=2910610446904522902&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2910610446904522902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/2910610446904522902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/stupid-driver.html' title='Stupid Driver'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-6846944223355943416</id><published>2008-05-22T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:00:12.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 15</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 22nd May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYVHPt4OCFw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYVHPt4OCFw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone 22 this year? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-6846944223355943416?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/6846944223355943416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=6846944223355943416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6846944223355943416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6846944223355943416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-my-playlist-15.html' title='From My Playlist 15'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5336172933713446757</id><published>2008-05-20T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T14:55:00.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Like Clubbing</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 20th May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in six years, I think I like clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;warriors&lt;/span&gt; celebrated Jin and Api's birthdays (last Friday and Saturday respectively) at Frangipani and Marketplace (the new hangout place for pink "non-ciku" guys as described by &lt;a href="http://bravingkl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Braver&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What happened on Friday&lt;/span&gt;: Few of them had dinner with Jin at Frangipani, French fine dining restaurant located on ground floor. Alexander set the "neck gear" theme for the party, hence most of us came in scarfs, ties and necklaces with fabulous outfits. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then adjourned to the first floor around 10pm. Still pretty empty but we like the newly renovated bar area. We got ourselves a bottle of tequila and the guys started to yell "Cheers!" and "Down!".... well, you know. We also had the birthday cake courtesy of Savante (nice but a tad too sweet) and before long, the guys especially &lt;a href="http://queerrant.blogspot.com/2008/05/drunk-yet-again.html"&gt;Defiant&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://transmission8.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-like-to-party.html"&gt;Nasser&lt;/a&gt; were high on alcohol. Obscene activities ensues; Defiant blowing Nasser, Alexander molested by Janvier and I was "raped" by Alexander, Defiant and Nasser as well... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very warm after my fourth shots (I'm not a drinker anyway). I also don't usually go to the dancefloor but dancing with the guys was really fun. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janvier, Chief, Alexander, Jin, BunnyBan and Nasser unfortunately have to leave early so I just stick with Defiant, Api, VPYP and their friends. To my surprise, I bumped into Braver and his group of friends including Nivlac on the dancefloor! ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time getting late, we finally stopped a while, waited for Api to sober up and had some chat. Got to know Jojo (it's a guy, not a girl), a friend of VPYP (pretty much my type of guy :p ) and gave KY and Defiant a friendly peck before we call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What happened on Saturday&lt;/span&gt;: Jin and Alexander came to pick me up and we went to pick Defiant at Avenue K. Met Api, the birthday boy who turns 21st, VPYP, KY and Mic at &lt;a href="http://www.marketplacekl.com/"&gt;Marketplace&lt;/a&gt;. The four of us love Marketplace more compared to Frangipani. It's more spacious with 3 bars and al fresco seating and better music too but the dancefloor is too small, hence everyone was like rubbing against each other (or maybe  the occasional toe stepping!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo was there too and we had a brief talk before he joined his friends. I almost forgot, Jonathan Cheng was there too. No scandals on the second night and Defiant was practically stealing the limelight, appearing in all camwhoring pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effect of alcohol on me: had rashes on both my arms, chest, stomach, thighs and upper lips. My lip is very dry, cracking and aching as I'm typing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when are we going again? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5336172933713446757?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5336172933713446757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5336172933713446757&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5336172933713446757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5336172933713446757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-i-like-clubbing.html' title='I Think I Like Clubbing'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-6314685027989138953</id><published>2008-05-17T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:40:34.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister, the Ranter</title><content type='html'>*Saturday, 17th May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mom's 60th birthday last Thursday (15th May) but I'm stuck here because of work. Anyway, sis texted me on Thursday, saying that she came back home to celebrate with mom and they're going out for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called home after work and had a brief talk with mom, updating her a bit on myself here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having my dinner alone that night, sis texted me again, continuosly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Really can't stand your family anymore. Everyone come all the way from home to this restaurant in Pasir Putih but they ordered steam fish la, belacan kangkung la and the roadside stall dishes. If want to order those, why come so far to this restaurant? Your brother's girlfriend bought her present, she say troublesome. I bought her a shirt, sharing with your brother, she say not nice. Sometimes really feel fed up with them. Really don't know what to say."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aiya, never mind lah, as long as they like it, then okay loh. No need to have really expensive food."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read it again afterward, I think it's too brief. Maybe because it's not the first time she rants to me about home or maybe because I'm eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what I had with my last half portion of my rice? Those garnishing cucumber slices and tomatoes dipped in soy sauce and bird's eye chillies." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ok lah, then next year no need to go out and celebrate. Just eat at home. Done."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wei, when you come back next week, you decide on what to buy for her la. Here already got 2 boxes of bird's nest and one box of chicken essence. If buy bird's nest, don't buy those ready to drink ones."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion?&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough she said that she's fed up, but she never stop talking about mom. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-6314685027989138953?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/6314685027989138953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=6314685027989138953&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6314685027989138953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6314685027989138953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/sister-ranter.html' title='Sister, the Ranter'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-9223013254703942089</id><published>2008-05-11T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:01:14.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Festival '08</title><content type='html'>*Sunday, 11st May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/?action=view&amp;current=P1080697.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/P1080697.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An impromptu invitation by MJAP to the Freedom Festival '08 at Admiral Marina, Port Dickson last Friday certainly is a shock to me. After all, I'm not a rave party fans and I have things to do on Saturday. MJAP said that I can drive his car back either after the party or early the next morning, which I was kinda hesitant to do (it's not my car!) But another fellow blogger (it's a she) was also attending and persuade me to go, so I gave in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/?action=view&amp;current=P1080765.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/P1080765.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Wristband &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/?action=view&amp;current=P1080700.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/P1080700.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was on the beach and we went in kinda late, around 11pm where &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferry_Corsten"&gt;Ferry Corsten&lt;/a&gt; already finished spinning and it was DJ &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tijs_Verwest"&gt;Tiesto&lt;/a&gt;'s turn! (Actually I have no idea who are they but I did some googling before coming). The authorities were quite strict, they checked almost every "hidden" part of the body, in case the crowds bring in any drugs (but of course they'll take them before entering la). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/?action=view&amp;current=P1080704.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/P1080704.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The music is more like trance... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/?action=view&amp;current=P1080705.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/P1080705.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*And the crowds went crazy... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/?action=view&amp;current=P1080706.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/P1080706.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*So many shirtless guys, girls in bikinis, foreigners... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/?action=view&amp;current=P1080752.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/P1080752.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Fireworks! And those thing felt onto us after burning... something like ashes. Ergh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/?action=view&amp;current=P1080755.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/P1080755.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Followed by confetti~~~~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/?action=view&amp;current=P1080760.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/P1080760.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/?action=view&amp;current=P1080758.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/P1080758.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Ending track... at 3am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite an experience for me (never attended rave party before) and it doesn't surprised me that most of the people there were Malays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insisted on following my friend's car on the way back cos I'm not sure the way to get back to KL. Still, couldn't believe that I really went there, partied and came back few hours later. Hahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks MJAP for the invitation and borrowed me your car ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-9223013254703942089?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/9223013254703942089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=9223013254703942089&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/9223013254703942089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/9223013254703942089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/freedom-festival-08.html' title='Freedom Festival &apos;08'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/tiesto%209%20may/th_P1080697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-7626584630939344772</id><published>2008-05-08T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:27:42.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Scene In TLOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g92rXtuZSKg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g92rXtuZSKg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when someone said, "I cannot be with you, but it doesn't mean that I don't love you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-7626584630939344772?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/7626584630939344772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=7626584630939344772&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7626584630939344772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/7626584630939344772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/favourite-scene-in-tlos.html' title='Favourite Scene In TLOS'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-1813574133969579736</id><published>2008-05-07T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:32:13.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 14</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 7th May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RXfHucDh6L4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RXfHucDh6L4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I listen to this was many many years ago (presumably junior high). It's the theme song for a Hong Kong Chinese TVB drama, telling the story of a married woman (an unattractive, naive and chubby housewife) who are being abandoned by her husband for another woman and how that event changed her from a housewife into a pretty and successful OL (office lady, working lady, whatever you call it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending unexpectedly, was a happy one. After all, as the song name says, he's still the one she love the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-1813574133969579736?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/1813574133969579736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=1813574133969579736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1813574133969579736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1813574133969579736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-my-playlist-14.html' title='From My Playlist 14'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-3638039770935355225</id><published>2008-05-04T19:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:54:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Little Hotties</title><content type='html'>*Sunday, 4th May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Happy Birthday to WH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defiant tagged me with this meme last month and I only managed to put it up today. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compose a list of your top ten sexiest famous men (if you're a girl) or women (if you're a guy).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm going to list down my men, excuse me. (With no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=gyi0051628544widec.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/gyi0051628544widec.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JC Chasez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started to indulge in English music, that's when the boybands flourished. JC's from the group NSync along with Justin Timberlake (I never think that Justin's good looking at all) and Lance Bass (Lance's admitted that he's gay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=eric_mabius.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/eric_mabius.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eric Mabius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't watch Ugly Betty yet but I already noticed him in Resident Evil as the hunky Matt Addison, the so-called police officer who snuck up into the The Hive and bumped into Alice (Milla Jovovich). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=channing1a0pi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/channing1a0pi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Channing Tatum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First introduction on him was when I watched Step Up, a story about a rebellious young guy, Tyler Gage (Tatum) and privileged modern dancer Nora Clark (Jenna Dewan)who find themselves paired up in a showcase that determines both of their future. He'll be appearing too in Step Up 2, just hope that it'll be show at our local cinemas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=bs-russell_wong3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/bs-russell_wong3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Russell Wong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the villian in Romeo Must Die? If no, then you can catch him in the upcoming movie The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor this August, alongside with Brendan Fraser, Michelle Yeoh and Jet Li. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=Jeff_Timmons_of_98_degrees_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/Jeff_Timmons_of_98_degrees_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeff Timmons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy from the boyband, Jeff Timmons was the founder of 98 Degrees. Me likey him more than Nick Lachey maybe because I feel that Nick's face structure resembles Joker (LOL) especially when he smiles. Anyway, I remembered the last copy of Galaxie magazine I bought has Jeff half naked picture, wrapped in blanket on the cover but I can't find it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=Jake_Shimabukuro_080311030604282_wi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/Jake_Shimabukuro_080311030604282_wi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jake Shimabukuro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in Hawaii and also known as "lightning-fast fingers", Jake is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ukulele"&gt;ukulele&lt;/a&gt; virtuoso who composed the theme song of the 2006 Japanese movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hula_Girls"&gt;Hula Girls&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=Chris20Evans.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/Chris20Evans.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris Evans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to say more? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=2006717843536565.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/2006717843536565.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song II-Guk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's too much Korean stars for me to recognise their names. If you wanna know who is Song II-Guk, go to Speedy Video and look for Korean film, The Art of Seduction. The cover shot of him was real sexy. Love his small eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=180px-ZhaoWenZhuo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/180px-ZhaoWenZhuo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zhao Wen Zhuo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mention Chinese martial arts stars, we usually familiar with Jacky and Jet and maybe Donnie Yen but I personally think that none of them look as good as Zhao Wen Zhuo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=122206_1433675003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/122206_1433675003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniel Henney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my favourite Daniel Henney! When WMW sent me some Youtube links on a Korean TV show, I couldn't stop myself from laughing over the female celebrities who literally threw themselves over him! I'm still eager to watch him in My Father... maybe I should download it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go, my 10 littles hotties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also &lt;a href="http://queerrant.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-candyman.html"&gt;Defiant&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://transmission8.blogspot.com/2008/04/10-men-id-love-to-f-k.html"&gt;Nasser&lt;/a&gt;'s posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-3638039770935355225?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/3638039770935355225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=3638039770935355225&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3638039770935355225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3638039770935355225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/ten-little-hotties.html' title='Ten Little Hotties'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/th_gyi0051628544widec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-3717176341293566665</id><published>2008-05-02T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:44:55.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party At The End of April</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 2 May 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=P1080494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/P1080494.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that I really went for MODA (Malaysia Official Designers Association) show at 1U last Wednesday after work despite the crazy traffic jam at TTDI. I think I was stuck in the jam for about an hour plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=P1080515.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/P1080515.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as I reached the mall, my feelings changed, probably because distracted by plenty of eye candies (gaydar overload). Api, MC and Verve were already there, so I took a seat and start taking pictures. And I was so thirsty at that time, I didn't even mind what drinks they got me, I just gulp it down (it was alcohol, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=P1080516.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/P1080516.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Api&lt;/span&gt;: You see all the people sitting over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Api&lt;/span&gt;: There's where all the designers supposed to sit, so open your eyes wide! *chuckles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=P1080539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/P1080539.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out to be pretty boring as most of the models are females and there were only 4 males (WTF?), so when all four of them came out parading William Liew's designs, we were pretty excited. Not forget to mention also, Jonathan Cheng looks great in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=P1080519.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/P1080519.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys camwhored a bit before leaving for late dinner at McD, The Curve with Verve's friend, MJAP and his boyfriend and to &lt;a href="http://www.marketplacekl.com/"&gt;Marketplace&lt;/a&gt; after that. Unfortunately, the place was not packed at all. There were just 3-4 groups of people including us... but anyway, managed to met up with MJAP's friends (Jo is cute!), played some simple games and booze of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lingered till around 3am and off we went to have an early breakfast at Petaling Street. I followed MJAP's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's road block on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly stopped the car a distance away and we swapped seats! (I wasn't drinking at all at Marketplace, if you're wondering. Alcohol never taste great on my tongue.) A police came over, said that he saw us swapped seats. He took my license and IC and asked me to drive to the front. I did and while waiting for him to return back my cards, another police came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He: Just now that was an officer. He saw you two changed seats. He's the witness.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after waited for about 10 minutes, another police came over, this one was a bit soft spoken and more polite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He: Dari mana? (Where from?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;He: Nak pergi mana? (Going where?)&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; MJAP: Pergi makan. (Going to eat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Return my IC and license*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He: Ok, sekarang nampak ini tak? Sekarang kosong kan? (Ok, you see this? It's zero here right?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Showing the alcohol-detector device with a pipe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Me: Yaya. (Yes yes)&lt;br /&gt;He: Ok, sekarang tiup. Kuat sikit. (Ok, blow it. Harder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sounds so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;salah&lt;/span&gt; all of a sudden but I ain't blowing him, okay! :p *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He: Em, okay. Boleh pergi. (Okay, you can go now)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At Petaling Street...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Verve: Jason, you drove right? We saw you drove when we passed by you just now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. Cos I wasn't drinking at Marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;Api: Jason, I'm sooo proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *grin* Thank you, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reached home around 4am something. Feels happy and a bit high, maybe because it's been a long time since I partied till late and went home at such wee hour. Oh by the way, I sat next to Jo at Petaling Street. Did i mentioned that he's cute? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-3717176341293566665?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/3717176341293566665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=3717176341293566665&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3717176341293566665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3717176341293566665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/05/party-at-end-of-april.html' title='Party At The End of April'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/th_P1080494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-6532244246618909550</id><published>2008-04-29T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:14:16.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Were Gay</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 29th April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasser posted this in Facebook recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"With the recent craze on Freezes worldwide - I feel that perhaps it's time to move on from the usual freeze to something different. Like musicals. In public. Out of nowhere. I'd definitely join. :P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe Nasser can sing this in public. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Were Gay - Avenue Q (Robert Lopez &amp; Jeff Marx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/f5V1r9aNhg/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/f5V1r9aNhg/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Aah, an afternoon alone with&lt;br /&gt;My favorite book, "Broadway&lt;br /&gt;Musicals of the 1940s."&lt;br /&gt;No roommate to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;How could it get any better than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;Oh,hi Rod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Hi Nicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;Hey Rod, you'll never&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened to&lt;br /&gt;Me on the subway this morning.&lt;br /&gt;This guy was smiling at me and talking to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;That's very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;He was being real friendly,&lt;br /&gt;And I think he was coming on to me.&lt;br /&gt;I think he might've thought I was gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, so, uh, why are you telling me this?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I care?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;What did you have for lunch today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't have to get&lt;br /&gt;All defensive about it, Rod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT getting defensive!&lt;br /&gt;What do I care about some gay guy you met, okay?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I didn't mean anything by it, Rod.&lt;br /&gt;I just think it's something we should be able to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about it,&lt;br /&gt;Nicky! This conversation is over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but Rod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay, but just so you know —&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE GAY&lt;br /&gt;THAT'D BE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN 'CAUSE, HEY,&lt;br /&gt;I'D LIKE YOU ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU SEE,&lt;br /&gt;IF IT WERE ME,&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD FEEL FREE&lt;br /&gt;TO SAY THAT I WAS GAY&lt;br /&gt;(BUT I'M NOT GAY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Nicky, please!&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to read....&lt;br /&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE QUEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Nicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;I'D STILL BE HERE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Nicky, I'm trying to read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;YEAR AFTER YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Nicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU'RE DEAR&lt;br /&gt;TO ME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;AND I KNOW THAT YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;WOULD ACCEPT ME TOO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;I would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;IF I TOLD YOU TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;"HEY! GUESS WHAT,&lt;br /&gt;I'M GAY!"&lt;br /&gt;(BUT I'M NOT GAY.)&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;JUST BEING WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;High Button Shoes, Pal Joey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT SHOULD IT&lt;br /&gt;MATTER TO ME&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU DO IN BED&lt;br /&gt;WITH GUYS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Nicky, that's GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;No it's not!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE GAY&lt;br /&gt;I'D SHOUT HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;I am not listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;AND HERE I'D STAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WOULDN'T GET&lt;br /&gt;IN YOUR WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN COUNT ON ME&lt;br /&gt;TO ALWAYS BE&lt;br /&gt;BESIDE YOU EVERY DAY,&lt;br /&gt;TO TELL YOU IT'S OKAY,&lt;br /&gt;YOU WERE JUST BORN&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAY,&lt;br /&gt;AND, AS THEY SAY,&lt;br /&gt;IT'S IN YOUR DNA,&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M NOT GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKY:&lt;br /&gt;If you were gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROD:&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Thanks to Speed for the MP3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-6532244246618909550?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/6532244246618909550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=6532244246618909550&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6532244246618909550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/6532244246618909550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-were-gay.html' title='If You Were Gay'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-3917817749356382984</id><published>2008-04-25T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:48:55.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 25th April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I took one day off on Friday and went back to hometown to see my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be feeling relaxed (no work for 3 days). But I'm bored actually. The only good things I found at home were everyone's healthy, mom's cooking and Asian Food Channel. So I text-ed my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi guys and girls, I'm back in Ipoh. Any plan tonight? Wanna go for karaoke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been the longest time since my last trip to karaoke after I shifted to KL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The karaoke joint in Ipoh can't be compared to those in KL. No LCD TV, small room. But the good thing is - cheap. RM34.50 per pax for 6 hours + 2 fruit platters, 4 jugs of drinks, 2 tidbits and 4 bottles of sparkling juice (it doesn't make sense, I know but I don't care much). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent's voice improved a lot and he obviously been following most of the latest released tracks. Marisa, after gave birth to her first daughter in January, haven't been to any karaoke session but still good at it. My ex... well, he just sat there and do nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two, met up with Defiant and La FagHag for foodcrawl. The most interesting day of the weekend. We practically teasing and commenting on every &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lalas&lt;/span&gt; we saw in Ipoh Parade. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ipoh is slowly drifting further from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more catching up with my gay ex-schoolmate.&lt;br /&gt;No more meeting up with the guys I knew. &lt;br /&gt;No idea where are the new eateries located.&lt;br /&gt;No more places to hang out for me. Old Town Kopitiam again? No, thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-3917817749356382984?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/3917817749356382984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=3917817749356382984&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3917817749356382984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/3917817749356382984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/drifting.html' title='Drifting'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-1208580035445475126</id><published>2008-04-20T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:17:10.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 13</title><content type='html'>*Sunday, 20th April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally engrossed with this after back from Ipoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NisBYDKnGhc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NisBYDKnGhc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-1208580035445475126?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/1208580035445475126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=1208580035445475126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1208580035445475126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1208580035445475126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-my-playlist-13.html' title='From My Playlist 13'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-8151342125884191446</id><published>2008-04-17T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:56:39.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comment That Makes Me Cry</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 17th April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blogger friend of mine went for company trip to Egypt last week and extended her trip till next week. So, in the meantime, I became her "guest blogger". I basically just need to login using her account, publish the posts she had arranged based on date and moderate the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, I was reading the comments her readers sent in, when I came across one with the sentence "Do not post this...". Apparently, it was from her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to spy on other people's stuff but in order for me to know whether the comment is appropriate to be published or not, I need to read it, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I remember dad loves to hold mom's hand or sometimes put his arm over mom's shoulder. He was a loving man. I wonder what is dad up to now. Really miss the old chap very much. Every time I read your post about dad, I cried..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The actual comment was differ a little from the above. I hope she's not angry with me for putting this up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but for me, being a son, I hardly miss my family. Unlike my sister (or probably most of the daughters), she will call home to chat with mom, update her on recent happenings at college. If mom's busy at the moment, she'll leave message and ask mom to return her call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being gay, it's unlikely we will have children of our own but in case I wanna have an adopted child in the future, I might consider to get a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be away from tomorrow. Going back to see my parents. :)&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that Mother's Day and Father's Day are around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wanna watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Father"&gt;My Father&lt;/a&gt;! Anyone got the DVD?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-8151342125884191446?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/8151342125884191446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=8151342125884191446&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8151342125884191446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/8151342125884191446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/comment-that-makes-me-cry.html' title='The Comment That Makes Me Cry'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4293830870248615227</id><published>2008-04-16T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:26:57.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke MacFarlane</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 16th April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luke_MacFarlane"&gt;Luke MacFarlane&lt;/a&gt; who play as the gay man, Scotty Wandell in the drama series Brothers &amp; Sisters is gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the story &lt;a href="http://www.gay.com/support/click.html$rg/7707,124792,c:http://www.gaytvblog.com/2008/04/brothers-sister.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4293830870248615227?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4293830870248615227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4293830870248615227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4293830870248615227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4293830870248615227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/luke-macfarlane.html' title='Luke MacFarlane'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-1464691323414946531</id><published>2008-04-16T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:41:03.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness Still Exists</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 16th April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened in front of me last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light bulb in the bathroom died 2 mornings ago so me decided to head over to Leisure Mall to get a replacement and also for dinner as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in McD, hungrily attacking my McChicken (note to self: must get LARGE set next time) when a Chinese mid-aged woman came in with a walking stick and started to beg for money. It seems that none of the patrons were sympathetic to her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, she sat down at a table where two patrons just left (Malaysian style; they don't clear the table after finished eating) and start eating/drinking from the leftovers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Malay girl (I assumed it's a girl) who happened to be the staff there saw her and went over to clear the trays and trash, and left the woman. She continue to sit there  and staring into blank-ness for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me decided to buy her a meal. Just before I could take out my wallet, the staff came back with a burger and drink and placed them in front of the woman. Instantly, her face brighten up, smile and thank the girl repeatedly (with both palms did like praying) and wallop her meal in gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. I think I'm touched. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it left me ponder a while. Did the girl just do a good deed, or it's McD?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-1464691323414946531?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/1464691323414946531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=1464691323414946531&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1464691323414946531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1464691323414946531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/kindness-still-exists.html' title='Kindness Still Exists'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4876366666087462906</id><published>2008-04-15T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:25:31.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 12</title><content type='html'>*Tuesday, 15th April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9h51TaG3ZI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M9h51TaG3ZI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4876366666087462906?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4876366666087462906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4876366666087462906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4876366666087462906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4876366666087462906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-my-playlist-12.html' title='From My Playlist 12'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5937951521745898727</id><published>2008-04-13T01:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:08:37.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger.com's Most Eligible Gay Bachelor 2008</title><content type='html'>*Sunday, 13th April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now is 1.11am and I'm still online. I'm probably too stuffed with food earlier this afternoon and still feel a bit bloated by now eventhough I skipped dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, proceed with Nasser's &lt;a href="http://transmission8.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogospheres-most-unknown-bachelors.html"&gt;meme&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, I'm still very much a bachelor and still available :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/?action=view&amp;current=r1arnich2004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/r1arnich2004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bachelor No:&lt;/strong&gt; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt; Azzuro Hyperion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Occupation:&lt;/strong&gt; Administration Executive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zodiac:&lt;/strong&gt; Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave Hangout:&lt;/strong&gt; Basically anywhere with eye candies and food &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talent:&lt;/strong&gt; Spin my eyeballs, "waving" my eyebrows and expand/contract my nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 things you can't live without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I obviously can't throw away my &lt;strong&gt;phone&lt;/strong&gt; and to look good, I need &lt;strong&gt;hair wax&lt;/strong&gt; and of course, &lt;strong&gt;facial cleanser&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the sweetest thing a guy/girl has done for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to a potluck party at Jalan Gasing. He drove me all the way from Mid Valley to SS2 so I can pack some satay, then drove to Jalan Gasing, got lost in the residential area for about an hour (despite he got plan at that time) and finally dropped me off in front of my friend's house. That was actually the first time I meet him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The most daredevil thing I've ever done is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole RM20 from my dad's drawer to buy a whole box of Street Fighter "tear and win" cards, just to get the only ONE card which can exchange for a Street Fighter T-Shirt. I think that was in Standard 5. And I got Blanka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s one thing you’re glad you’ve outgrown?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability of not to watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your biggest mistake is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get the contact details from the go-go boy on my last day in Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which actor would play you in a movie about your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Henney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do men...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on this planet are not entirely gay? We could have more choices if they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you were a product, how would your advertising campaign read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The all new Hyperion. Book now, you know you want one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to the people I tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL Fairy, Will I Am &amp; LifeCafez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I finished this meme at 3.05am! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other candidates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol type=disc&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://transmission8.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogospheres-most-unknown-bachelors.html"&gt;Sam Nasser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://queerrant.blogspot.com/2008/04/queer-chelor.html"&gt;Queer Ranter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://niched.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogospheres-unknown-bachelors.html"&gt;Janvier Soldat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://alexander-the-gay.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogospheres-most-unknown-bachelors.html"&gt;Alexander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scarface Periodical&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bedstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/bachelor.html"&gt;Savante&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://legolas80.blogspot.com/2008/04/uneligible-bachelor.html"&gt;Legolas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;AhBong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://daohuimusings.blogspot.com/2008/04/meme-from-sam.html"&gt;DaoHui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifebook98.blogspot.com/2008/04/blogospheres-most-evil-bachelors.html"&gt;Lifebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fable Frog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://williamnyk.blogspot.com/2008/04/psuedo-bachelor.html"&gt;Will.i.am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulmale.blogspot.com/2008/04/unknown-bachelor-meme.html"&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5937951521745898727?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5937951521745898727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5937951521745898727&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5937951521745898727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5937951521745898727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/bloggercoms-most-eligible-gay-bachelor.html' title='Blogger.com&apos;s Most Eligible Gay Bachelor 2008'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/guys/th_r1arnich2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-1172058931654514178</id><published>2008-04-09T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:06:55.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>*Wednesday, 9th April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 10 months, boss and I have developed a "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbiosis"&gt;symbiosis&lt;/a&gt; relationship".&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, yes, I'm here in KL for almost one year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scenario 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss&lt;/strong&gt;: Jason, can you please tapau nasi lemak for me when you're on the way to office later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 hour later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss&lt;/strong&gt;: Wah, so big portion ah! I'll eat half, another half for you. You haven't had breakfast, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Em.. yeah, okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scenario 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Nah, here's the recipe for easy tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss&lt;/strong&gt;: Looks difficult O.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: [insert courageous words here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay lah, see which weekend I free, after I make, you can be my guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Sure. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scenario 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss&lt;/strong&gt;: So much rice.... come, I give you a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: That is not a bit, that's a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss&lt;/strong&gt;: Woman cannot eat so much ah... will get fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm the one who will be fat actually &gt;_&lt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scenario 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss&lt;/strong&gt;: I brought some cake/sandwich/bread/cookies/fruits in the container there. Half of them is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, thank you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why am I so close to her, it's complicated to explain. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-1172058931654514178?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/1172058931654514178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=1172058931654514178&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1172058931654514178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/1172058931654514178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/boss-me.html' title='Boss &amp; Me'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-4009099154462571631</id><published>2008-04-04T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:24:16.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play At My Little Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>*Friday, 4th April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guys will come over for gaming nite (I'm sure it'll turn into something else, believe me) tomorrow. Which means I need to polish the sanctuary (The Apartment) as shiny as possible before they arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, just got a SMS from the guy at FS asking whether I'm free for a second food review this weekend, which I politely declined. No time. Need to go see my hairstylist tomorrow, clean the house and... you know. Then Sunday lunch with Mr. A and his friend (big lamp post?) and probably go for movie as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe will play these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/game/?action=view&amp;current=047875754317F.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/game/047875754317F.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/game/?action=view&amp;current=soul-calibur-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/game/soul-calibur-3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/game/?action=view&amp;current=Justice20League20Heroes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/game/Justice20League20Heroes.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/game/?action=view&amp;current=obscureps2ni3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/game/obscureps2ni3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which requires all lights to be turned off. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forget about food. I better go and look for Domino Pizza's number in Connaught. Toodles and have a great weekend ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-4009099154462571631?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/4009099154462571631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=4009099154462571631&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4009099154462571631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/4009099154462571631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/play-at-my-little-sanctuary.html' title='Play At My Little Sanctuary'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb238/azzuro_hyperion/game/th_047875754317F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1633618285017751041.post-5677922265056508378</id><published>2008-04-03T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:13:16.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From My Playlist 11</title><content type='html'>*Thursday, 3rd April 2008*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJ4xsJsuDuo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oJ4xsJsuDuo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1633618285017751041-5677922265056508378?l=azzurohyperion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/feeds/5677922265056508378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1633618285017751041&amp;postID=5677922265056508378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5677922265056508378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1633618285017751041/posts/default/5677922265056508378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azzurohyperion.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-my-playlist-11.html' title='From My Playlist 11'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04862978314023233536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kzIrY047xdw/STaT_dZWEWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rtjq5Nwnz9A/s1600-R/2006_x_men_3_010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
