<?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-13717546</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:35:42.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grillmaster&amp;worldofchocolate</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of writing that contains various degree of political and moral incorrectness. The writer shall be refered to as the grillmaster, a self proclaimed title but a title nonetheless. Justifying this, he has once grilled chickens for five hours straight starting midnight. Just for the hell of it would be the reasoning behind the words and living for that matter. Hopes and dreams? to piss off enough people for hate mail and to be married to a super model. Won't settle in this department.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grillemall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13717546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grillemall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grillmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177922885592599352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13717546.post-113302529976732131</id><published>2005-11-27T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:57:02.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great one bites the dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently i was told of the death of my friend, Danny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The worst part of it is I can't remember what is his real name is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I met him a few years back when i was working, he used to pass by the shop and sometimes stop by and have a chat. Thats where I knew him from. He's adapted so well to his lack of sight he could even regconize the sound of my footstep because of the way i drag my feet but he also have a distinct way of walking,by walking roughly twice the normal speed and swaying his walking stick sideways quickly. As a result you could hear light crunching sounds and 2 quick clicks signalling his approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another thing I remember him saying "bolehkah awak kenalkan saya dengan perempuan cantik" which is malay version of "can you introduce me to pretty girls?" When there are girls around he would use his hand to look at a girls face and come up with a conclusion that the girl is beautiful, every single time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times when we sometimes forgot about his lack of sight, i remember one time after having christmas dinner he said: I'm going down to the beach to &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; whats going on and the time we told him the house that his semi constructed house had no windows, his reply "I'm blind what for I need window?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;        Eventhough he's blind he is &lt;strong&gt;German's ten finger typing champion&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp; well travelled too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From what i heard Danny met his demise when he was swimming in Thailand, tide swept him &amp; end up hospitalised but the doctors can't do anything so they return him to Germany, where he rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13717546-113302529976732131?l=grillemall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grillemall.blogspot.com/feeds/113302529976732131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13717546&amp;postID=113302529976732131' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13717546/posts/default/113302529976732131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13717546/posts/default/113302529976732131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grillemall.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-great-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another great one bites the dust'/><author><name>Grillmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177922885592599352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13717546.post-112334717158851718</id><published>2005-08-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:57:03.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of God &amp; Fairness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scene 1: Classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When your just about to blame a certain chemistry named Mr. Sivaneson then before the finger can be pointed a disembodied voice cry out in a deep bass saying "Don't blame me, blame the man upstairs." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SFX: Multiple roars of thunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Student 1 thought bubble: blames god for not making him a genius, pauses for moment. Ponders about lousy chemistry teacher and how lucky some of his classmate are to get good marks effortlessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugly kid approaching student 1, then brags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SFX: An insult from across the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chemistry lesson continued. Lights fades to black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scene 2: Astral plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Student 1: Why god is unfair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SFX: &lt;disembodied&gt;"what do you mean by unfair?" followed by a very chessy "poof" sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird man that came with a "poof": What do you mean by unfair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Student 1: Names a few classmate with high marks, they got high scores and by what is said by ugly kid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he didn't study. How can that be fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poof man: Well they got high marks because of their effort, even those who hit the jackpot prayed. You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lazy bastard, where you go the day before exam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Student 1: Cybercafe playing DotA, &lt;paused&gt;but lucky kid was there. Besides ugly kid didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even study for the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SFX: Thunder sound tribute to AC(lightning bolt)DC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poofman: You're a certified moron. Don't believe what people you, take what Mr. Siva said "don't blame me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blame the man upstairs" thats pure bullshit. Let's see lucky kid and ugly kid their both damn ugly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in fact their borderline executeable. Plus ugly kid got a really tight budget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Student 1: But lucky kid got and iPod and a 3G handphone how can that be fair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poofman: Shit happens, period. No more questions, okay? I need to deal with a certain chemistry teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;next. Teachers always make God as their scapegoat. Remember kids, those who can't do teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;VFX: P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oofman vanishes with a cloud of pink smoke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Student 1: Why we get the uglier GP teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SFX: Ethreal voice says "Can't win em' all kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                 &lt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: "Insert whatever text people usually write in their disclaimer but not limited to mazel tov,screw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you, happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;motoring, AClightningboltDC rules!! etc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13717546-112334717158851718?l=grillemall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grillemall.blogspot.com/feeds/112334717158851718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13717546&amp;postID=112334717158851718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13717546/posts/default/112334717158851718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13717546/posts/default/112334717158851718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grillemall.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-god-fairness.html' title='Of God &amp; Fairness'/><author><name>Grillmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177922885592599352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13717546.post-111900575065282730</id><published>2005-06-17T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:15:10.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" width="400"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;120 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/eqquiz/"&gt;What's" Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&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/13717546-111900575065282730?l=grillemall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grillemall.blogspot.com/feeds/111900575065282730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13717546&amp;postID=111900575065282730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13717546/posts/default/111900575065282730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13717546/posts/default/111900575065282730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grillemall.blogspot.com/2005/06/bragging-rights.html' title='Bragging Rights'/><author><name>Grillmaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00177922885592599352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
