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Charity Begins at Home

*Ed Note: In time short of cash for the World Cup betting fever, you can start asking charity from your relatives. That’s what it means

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Still Water Runs Deep

Last Saturday, I exchanged my luxury to sleep till the sun is sky high at the top to go to my nephew and nieces school. I wanted to join my sister to collect their report card for the previous semester. They are studying at Chong Hwa Primary School, situated at Jalan Pahang (next to Ivan’s place)

My nephew and nieces are in Primary 1,3,4 and 6 respectively. When we arrived there at 8.00am, we hurried ourselves to my nephew’s classroom. We talked to the teacher and found that he is pretty weak in languages, both English and BM. Most of the time, he won’t talk much or making any gestures. Kind of very quiet kid at school. The teacher notice that he didn’t enrol in any kindergarten and perhaps we need to guide him well since he still unable to pick up as to compare with other.

After that, I met with my neice’s teacher (Primary 6). Since my niece was the class rep, there’s not much of attitude problem except that she doesn’t really much of a learner. To make it even worse, the teacher keep talking about donation. School donation. Choir and band performance. Instruments. Money. Money. Money. She keep telling me to urge my niece’s mother (whom is my cousin) to fork out some money for the school’s fund to buy the instruments which they required a substaintial amount of RM10k (if I am not mistaken)

The rest are almost or not likely the same. The worse part is that from my observation (I could be wrong), I found that despite the school is introducing full one day school period, they didn’t make much of improvement. Either the policy or the people itself that make it worse. First of all, the school have 2 session, morning and afternoon whereby the afternoon is in place for the kids to brush up whatever they are weak of. Needless to say, the end result I saw was disappointing. If they do bad in morning examination, the same applies to the afternoon as well.

I’ve conveyed my concerns to my cousin in law, she told me that that she have no idea. The school need to have the kids to study afternoon session where they called it “tuition” session. Every month, the parent are paying additional RM50 for the fees, RM8 for electricity bill, and buy additional books for the afternoon session.

This is sucks. Please enlighten me that education in this country haven’t go down the drain yet.

Related links:

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An  Irishman applied for a job on a construction site, but the foreman  wouldn’t hire him until he passed a simple maths test. Here is  your first question, the foreman said.  “Without using numbers,  represent the number 9.” “Without numbers?”  The Irishman  says, “Dat is easy,” and proceeded to draw three  trees.

“What’s  this?” the boss asked. “Ave you got no brain? Tree and tree and  tree make nine,” said the Irishman. “Fair enough,” said the  boss.  “Here’s your second question.  Use the same rules,  but this time the number is 99.” The  Irishman stared into  space for a while, then picked up the picture that he has just drawn  and made a smudge on each tree. “Ere you go.”

The boss  scratched his head and said, “How on earth do you get that to  represent 99?” “Each of da trees is dirty now.  So, it’s  dirty tree, and dirty tree, and dirty tree.  Dat is 99.”  The boss was getting worried that he’s going to actually have to  hire this Irishman, so he said, “All right, last question.   Same rules again, but represent the number 100.” The   Irishman stared into space some more, then he picked up the  picture again and made a little mark at the base of each tree and  says, “Ere you go.  One hundred.”

The boss  looked at the attempt.  “You must be nuts if you think that  represents a hundred!” The  Irishman leaned forward and  pointed to the marks at the base of each tree and said, “A little  dog came along and crapped by each tree.  So now you got dirty  tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty tree and a turd,  which makes one hundred.”
“So, when do I start?

Since aceone118 his first time kena tagged and give me his virginity by tagging me, let me do the honour to comply to his tag meme lor.

4 Job I would stink at:

1. Salesman
2. Account Executive
3. Business Development Executive
4. Marketing Executive

4 nicknames i making up for myself:

1. LC (for Leng Chai)
2. LC (for Lan Ci)
3. LC (for Lan Chau)
4. LC (for Local Checque - loaded with fraud checque)

4 movies i can watch over & over again:

1. Forrest Gump
2. Thong Pak Fu Thim Chow Hiong
3. Behind The Enemy Lines
4. Cast Away

4 things i love to do on weekends:

1. Sleep
2. Watch Movies
3. Play Games
4. Shopping

4 alkoholic baverages i enjoy from time to time:

1. Tiger Beer
2. JD
3. Bicardi Lemon
4. Kahlua

4 fantastic destination i would like to go before i pass out:

1. Japan
2. Alaska
3. Sweden
4. Montreal

4 celebrities I would go on a big date with:

1. Fumina Hara
2. Jessica Alba
3. Suanie
4. Carina Lau

4 Objects I would not leave without:

1. O2
2. Money
3. Car Keys
4. Condoms (just in case)

4 gaggets I do not have which I quite like to have:

1. BMW X5
2. Mazda RX8
3. Airbus 380
4. Apache Heli

4 wannable friends tagged:

1. dSaintx
2. Dee
3. Carolyn
4. Fireangelism

My company was holding a seminar due to the launching of a new product that is in line with the company latest mission. The sales and marketing managed to pull enough hype and vibe to attract many to attend this one day seminar. The seminar was held at one of the established five star hotels in the city of tallest twin towers. I was assigned to be in the lounge area to entertain the guests.

Last night football matches keeping me awake burning the midnight oil as I’ve bet with my colleague on those matches. Yet the results was disappointing and i’ve lost the bet. I managed to catch twenty winks before awaken by my ringing nokia 3250, the latest model in town. It’s also the same model used by fireangel. Fireangelism is the new religion I’ve converted to despite there’s some arguments in the national registration denying its existence. It was my supervisor who phoned me, asking the current status of mine. I told him that I’m on my way to the hotel.

As swiftly as , I changed into my gear. By slipping in a polo T and a black slack, I was ready. Used to sleep with just my boxer, it just took me less than sub second to get ready. On my way storming out to my bike, grabbed some hair gel to fix my messy hair. There and then, I was on my way to the hotel.

Quickly, I headed to my post once I reached the hotel. My supervisor came to me and nag about my punctuality. Shut the fuck up you fugly bitch, I quietly shouted in my burning heart. Fucking no wonder that she’s still getting dumb by her boyfriend all these while. Her relationship never lasted more than 7 months.

Soon, the guests arrived like a flock of pigeons awaiting to be part of the bird hunting session. To be shot down. Out of nowhere, I saw the lovely young lady turning up. She was wearing a pink blouse with knee length brown plaid skirt. She had a black silky hair down to the shoulder. A seductive pair of black eyes and sweet pouty lips that is more than enough to send any man that lay their sights at her, to the seventh heaven. Thinking about it just makes my knees go weak.

Walking toward me, she was asking about my company’s seminar. Just a feet in front of me, I could already smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume. Suddenly another flock of idiots passed by. They walked so fast like they were heading to see St. Peter, brushed her. She was shocked and lost her balance. She leaned forward towards me, her chest brushed my crotch and this was a message to my brain. I instantly getting hard. She didn’t able to balance herself, now with her head at my crotch level managed to grab onto something.

She was grabbing my ass and trying to pull herself up, with her both hand pulling me towards her and herself towards me. Her right cheek and my crotch made a physical touch. It was so embarrassing that she were able to feel I was hard as rock. When she able to stand still, she was blushing red like tomatoes. So red that both of us keep silence.

Later I found out that her name was Rachel. I was trying to hide my erection and the embarassing moment when she put out her right hand introduced herself. With that smile on her face, i know something was wrong. Truly, i shrieked in public as she pinched my right ass cheek with her left hand. I guessed that she was also turned on by my erection.

one thing leads to another, we headed to a more private spot of the lounge area. I was frenching her or was she initiated first by frenching me. We were too occupied with the tongue lashing each other. Her wet lips were fabulous.

My hands start to work feeling every inch of her body. Her 32B boobs were good enough. Proportionate with her size with no higher than 168cm. As i using my right hand to caress her boob, my left arm wrap her tiny 24cm waist and pulling her closer to me. she let out a soft moan so soft that as if she lost all of her might.

Ed note : the above entry was writing by Leroy .. well, initiated by him and I’m just adding here and there some ideas. last nite, that bugger sotongking FFK me and didn’t want to go out for a drink so I get bored and write until i fall asleep. Therefore, whatever you read is not true. It’s never been true at all. Remember, it doesn’t reflect the living being or the dead. Just fictional.

kthxbai

This morning I went to a seminar. One session shows how vulnerable is ASN1 exploit. Ehm… Security is important nowadays. =) More update later. Sienz and procastinating

Buahahahaa… Just another reason to opt for other browser than IE. Quoted from here.

But as knowledge of the Word flaw has spread, researchers like Ullrich fear that it may be used in a more widespread attack. The vulnerability can be exploited to run unauthorized software on PCs, although users must first be first tricked into opening a maliciously encoded Word document.

Microsoft also plans to finalize changes to the way IE processes dynamic content using ActiveX. Microsoft is changing the way IE works in response to a 2003 patent lawsuit loss to the University of California and Eolas Technologies Inc.

The changes will force developers to reprogram parts of their Web sites and intranets. Otherwise, IE will force users to click on a pop-up “tool tip” dialog box before being able to interact with things like Flash or QuickTime.

Enuff said. IE or not, it’s sucks. Just like recently the company introduce a new web-based tracking systemt o keep track of all the annual leave, emergency leave and any leaves. ASP based application, slow and lagging, bleargh…. running on IIS server, and restrict us to use IE. Hate it!!!

Links :

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Get Open Office Now

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just as I kinda bored and try to lower/decrease my productivity, I’ve found some readings on how does the police interogation works. Here’s the link

The more stress a suspect experiences, the less likely he is to think critically and independently, making him far more susceptible to suggestion. This is even more true when the suspect is a minor or is mentally ill, because he may be poorly equipped to recognize or fight off manipulative tactics. A process designed to cause someone so much stress that he’ll confess just to escape the situation is a process that leaves itself open to false confessions. Researchers estimate between 65 and 300 false confessions per year in the United States. Here are just a few false confessions that investigators have uncovered:-

• Peter Reilly, 1973
  Peter Reilly was 18 years old when his mother was found murdered in their home. After eight hours of interrogation by Connecticut police, he confessed to brutally murdering her. A jury convicted him of first-degree manslaughter based on his confession, and he served three years in prison before a judge set him free in the face of new evidence indicating someone else committed the crime.
• Earl Washington, Jr., 1982
  Earl Washington, Jr., a man described by psychologists as “mildly retarded” with an IQ of 69, confessed to raping and murdering a 19-year-old woman after undergoing interrogation. He was convicted on the confession alone and spent 18 years in prison, half of that time on death row. Nine days before his scheduled execution, the governor of Virginia pardoned him because DNA evidence had revealed that the actual perpetrator was another man. (Watch this video clip of an interview with Earl Washington, Jr., after his release.)
• The “Central Park Five,” 1989
  After more than 20 hours of interrogation, five teenagers — Raymond Santana, 14, Kharey Wise, 16, Antron McCray, 16, Kevin Richardson, 14, and Yusef Salaam, 15 — confessed to raping and beating a woman jogging in Central Park in New York City. They spent between six and 12 years in prison (four out of the five were tried as minors) before another man confessed to the crime in 2001. DNA evidence confirmed that this other man was in fact the Central Park rapist.
• Michael Crowe, 1998
  Michael Crowe was 14 years old when police interrogated him without a parent or other adult in the room. He eventually confessed to stabbing his 12-year-old sister to death after the interrogator told Michael of false physical evidence against him. He was charged with the crime, but at pre-trial hearings, a judge deemed his confession to be involuntary. DNA evidence later led police to the man who actually murdered the girl.

Michael Crowe’s entire interrogation was videotaped, and that tape assisted the judge in determining that the confession was involuntary. Just videotaping the confession itself can do little to ensure the legality of the process that led up to it, and critics of police interrogation techniques point to mandatory taping of all interrogations from start to finish as a step in the right direction. Another possible solution to the problem of false confessions is to train police to recognize subtle signs of mental illness that make a false confession more likely. Many within the law-enforcement community cite prohibitive costs as a reason not to mandate solutions like these and maintain that the problem of false confessions is not as big as critics suggest. Still, most of us see one false confession that leads to conviction as one too many.

So, it makes me think… it’s just happened in States right? Isn’t it?