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            <title>The day I met her (ebook)</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/5293940</link>
            <description>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure I am allowed to post my book here as this is a book club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished my book and it took me like 6 years to publish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to this for some backstory link &lt;a href='https://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3305840' target='_blank'&gt;https://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3305840&lt;/a&gt; Got over 100k click in total as i recall but my topic got deleted. Got over 20 readers who messages me to encourage me to polish my story and finally able to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes most of it are revised and got a copywriter check my grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my cover image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='https://i.imgur.com/dEvyhD0.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title : The Day I Met Her&lt;br /&gt;Genre : Erotic Romance / Suspense&lt;br /&gt;Format : PDF&lt;br /&gt;Number of Pages :  243 pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short description : &lt;br /&gt;Based in Malaysia, It&amp;#39;s a story about of a young passionate boy named &amp;#39;Cal&amp;#39; who works in advertising agency, until he meets Amy Cheah, his new colleague. One day, Cal accidentally found a CCTV in Amy&amp;#39;s guest room. Why did she installed a CCTV in the guest room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can view my facebook page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.facebook.com/Plantstorytime' target='_blank'&gt;https://www.facebook.com/Plantstorytime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am selling to my new reader only rm5.00, If you got any question, you can ask here. Thanks ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can purchase my book in google book&amp;#33;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=pgB8EAAAQBAJ' target='_blank'&gt;https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=pgB8EAAAQBAJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also available for Shopee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://shopee.com.my/product/347632625/19324528474/' target='_blank'&gt;https://shopee.com.my/product/347632625/19324528474/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if got nothing to do in the office or at night want to read, might well read a local book full of suspense and hot sexy story, hehe.</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>LYN Book Club</category>
            <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2022 12:07:51 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>&amp;lt;Ka Ki Land&amp;gt; Nagrand</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/4217149</link>
            <description>Hey&amp;#33;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Ka Ki Lang, translate Hokkien to English is family. Singaporean and Malaysian should be able to identify the words. We are newly fresh guild that raided since the launch of Legion. Our core team has done 10/10 H NH and progressive to Mythic. We runs mythic plus dungeons and do NH to gear up freshies to get into Heroic Nighthold, one day we can get to Mythic raid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are chill guild and have a roster of raiders who have done mythic NH. Everyone is welcome to join, either you are casual or want to raid with us. However, if you do want to raid with us, we have our own set raid schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raid Schedule ( GMT +8)&lt;br /&gt;8.30PM-11.30PM Thursday&lt;br /&gt;8.30PM-11.30PM Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Recruiting&lt;br /&gt;Healers &lt;br /&gt;Range DPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loot rules&lt;br /&gt;Personal Loot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Us&lt;br /&gt;via Discord&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href='https://discord.gg/VW99e' target='_blank'&gt;https://discord.gg/VW99e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via BattleTag&lt;br /&gt;Fury#1810 (Fury)&lt;br /&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>World of Warcraft</category>
            <pubDate>Wed, 08 Mar 2017 13:47:20 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>Advise needed for gaming PC</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/4101994</link>
            <description>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My budget for buying a gaming pc is RM5,000. I dunno much about PC, and would like advise from the PC master race here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard keyboard and mouse. Maybe i can get a razor mouse, i dunno yet.&lt;br /&gt;No need speaker cause majority of the time will be using my headset. &lt;br /&gt;Above 17&amp;quot; monitor.&lt;br /&gt;no need fancy casing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;!--emo&amp;:lol:--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='laugh.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>Hardware</category>
            <pubDate>Sat, 05 Nov 2016 07:01:07 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>JP worgen ( recruiting )</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/4078830</link>
            <description>JP Worgen is based from Singapore from Nagrand Oceanic Server, however we do have a lot of member from Australia and Malaysia. I myself am Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently looking a holy Pally and Shadow Priest to fit into our raiding composition. We are currently 7/7 Normal EN and 4/7 Heroic EN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our own Discord server where people can come chit chat, do Mythic + or Mythic group. We are very active group and our officer is always on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you are an exceptional player who do more than 250k damage, we may consider you to fit in our heroic roster. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Normal EN, we normally carried people in and help other potential candidate to gear up for Heroic. If you are a player who like to raid and like to join a progress guild. You are in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you perform well in the guild and if u impress our guild leader and officer, you might have a chance to be in our Heroic roster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our raid time is Wednesday 9pm-11.30pm and Saturday 8pm-11.30pm. Guild leader may change due to other core raider availability .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, Please msg me Fury#1810</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>World of Warcraft</category>
            <pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2016 19:54:07 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>looking for con-artist story.</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/4009646</link>
            <description>Hi bro and sis, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time ago I was reading a topic about an con artist who conned two mac laptop in a house, in the end victim got conned and the house he invited him over isn&amp;#39;t his but belong other tenant. The story is quite interesting and I can&amp;#39;t find it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any /k sifu help me find it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2016 18:59:32 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>The broken artists book trailer</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3814142</link>
            <description>Hi /k,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see. It seems /k has changed significantly since I last came here. Anyways, last year ago I posted a story in /k, my thread got ban once, overnight it got like 60k views in a instant. I recreate the thread, and started a blog to continue the story, and mods were forgiving not to delete it since many people been asking for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the original spoiler thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3305840' target='_blank'&gt;https://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3305840&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://plantstorytime.blogspot.my/' target='_blank'&gt;http://plantstorytime.blogspot.my/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story originally is Plant and Amy since it&amp;#39;s confusing for new readers, I decide to change it to the broken artists. After some consideration and polishing from an editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can download Chapter 1 in the attachment, over fifteen pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who support the story are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER BEGIN--&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilertop&quot; onClick=&quot;openClose('7e2a4cb89833bae5dc1266e01dbe88d2')&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;raquo; Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... &amp;laquo;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilermain&quot; id=&quot;7e2a4cb89833bae5dc1266e01dbe88d2&quot; style=&quot;display:none&quot;&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER END--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascot&lt;br /&gt;Adriankhoo153&lt;br /&gt;Andrewcha&lt;br /&gt;Area61&lt;br /&gt;Alwinnng&lt;br /&gt;Coldman86&lt;br /&gt;Cybpsych&lt;br /&gt;Danieltan&lt;br /&gt;Estcin&lt;br /&gt;Eddmecha&lt;br /&gt;Firefly3x&lt;br /&gt;Hueyseng84&lt;br /&gt;Hercules3110&lt;br /&gt;HotJake&lt;br /&gt;Limo82&lt;br /&gt;Juanyuen&lt;br /&gt;Joeyskullz&lt;br /&gt;Loutze&lt;br /&gt;Mudkipryan94&lt;br /&gt;Nickykee&lt;br /&gt;OrangeGamer&lt;br /&gt;Pandera999&lt;br /&gt;ProperTYcoon&lt;br /&gt;QuineMc&lt;br /&gt;Rushy&lt;br /&gt;SanosukeSagara&lt;br /&gt;Super Saiya&lt;br /&gt;Wilstroth&lt;br /&gt;Whoopa&lt;br /&gt;1qaz1qaz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#39;s a story about of a young passionate boy named &amp;#39;Cal&amp;#39; who works in advertising agency waiting his chance to be in the limelight, until he meets Amy Cheah, his new colleague. One day, Cal accidentally discovers a CCTV in Amy&amp;#39;s guest room. The question is why did she installed a CCTV in the guest room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre : Drama, Mystery&lt;br /&gt;Language : English&lt;br /&gt;Length : 88,001 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;book trailer&lt;br /&gt;[YOUTUBE]dF-2VTHiHJA[/YOUTUBE] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the book be available? &lt;br /&gt;Next year, pushing for Jan 2016.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I buy it?&lt;br /&gt;It is in digital format. It will be in Google Play, Kindle and Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much is the book cost?&lt;br /&gt;USD2.99 is RM12.84 according to google exchange rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you making a movie out of it?&lt;br /&gt;I wish, but no.  &lt;!--emo&amp;:lol:--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='laugh.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt; If I were to make a movie out of it, it will be in Hong Kong. Why? Malaysia censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the different with first draft to the latest one?&lt;br /&gt;The Malaysian slang has been taken off, so there is no &amp;quot;Lah&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Loh&amp;quot;. Why do I do it? because it&amp;#39;s to broaden the market. Plus I found out a lot educated readers don&amp;#39;t like Malaysia slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before releasing the book I shall give out free five copy to members in the hall of fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2015 10:47:42 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>falling in love with a Malay girl.</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3569874</link>
            <description>Story time.&lt;br /&gt;inb4 cool story.&lt;br /&gt;inb4 cold story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRDR version : like a malay girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body is ready for /k harsh comment, k thanks bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next chapter wont be posted in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://plantstorytime.blogspot.com/' target='_blank'&gt;plant story time blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RCuoV3dwREM/VUn2fSpBMWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/g4-kDO0pNEw/s1600/1star.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER BEGIN--&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilertop&quot; onClick=&quot;openClose('a540c8073aefc3a3e8593c582aaf2aa5')&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;raquo; Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... &amp;laquo;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilermain&quot; id=&quot;a540c8073aefc3a3e8593c582aaf2aa5&quot; style=&quot;display:none&quot;&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER END--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the weekend, hundreds of children’s and adult in Mid Valley shopping mall. I work in ground floor as a Salesman to sell perfume product. My boss always tells us to look out with people who have money by examined how they wear and what handbag they are carrying. When approach them, we have to serve them like kings and queens to make sure they buy our product or even bargain with them, such as giving them free stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Zachery Lee, 24 years old and spent most of my time watching anime and comic books. I have short hairs and like to spend extra money in a hair Saloon, requesting senior artist to cut my hair to make me seems fashionable. I work with five colleagues, James, same age as me, a bit chubby and love cars. Lina, a Malay girl who is one of our top salesman, she knows how to talk to customers and knows how to use her asset.  Jin, this guy doesn’t talk much, and I can see some scars marks on his wrist, I am not sure whether he attempted suicide, but he seems like a nice guy. Nina, an Indian girl, slim and quite pretty, she hold great command in English and is my manager. Lastly, Dan, my least favorite guy, he have attitude problem and always act like he knows everything. &lt;br /&gt;While we were standing around, targeting who is my next target, I saw this young couple who have branded bag, as I approach them, Dan cock block me; he drags the customer away from me to give them an exclusive preview of the perfume. I couldn’t do anything about it but to just let it go, selling perfume product isn’t what I want to do for the rest of my life. My true passion is to open up a small nursery garden store, in the middle of nowhere, a glass house filled with plant and flower growing as I tend to them.  My parents don’t support my garden store business as they think it doesn’t make money. My dad is a very strict father and traditional; he’s a headmaster in secondary school and student always feared him, giving him the nickname “Bruce Lee” which I think its misuse of legendary Bruce Lee name. My mom works as a teacher in a university and I have one sister, Elisa Lee who works as a math tuition teacher for primary school. Yea, my family come from a line of teachers and I feel like I am black sheep in the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I am on my lunch break and sometime I like to eat alone to clear my mind.  I brought a subway sandwich and sat in a bench, a pianist playing a variety of classic song for over two weeks.  The pianist is a young Malay girl who have a stripe of blue colour hair, slim and wearing a yellow dress. Just like any artist, she stands out from the rest of people. I am fascinated the way she present herself, I am also mesmerize by the way she plays, I fade out into my own deep thought, thinking about flowers and plants while she’s playing a song called Moonlight Sonata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding, Ding, Ding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My digital watch alarms rang, I take a quick glance at my watch, my lunch time is over, time for me to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, my colleague would ask me to go lunch with them but I always give them excuses to see her. After a month, she got replace by another pianist, disappointed she is no longer there to play anymore. I did go back to the same place, hoping she would play again but each day is a disappointing day. I couldn’t stand it any longer so I took the courage to talk to the pianist after he finishes playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Er.. Hey?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh hello there.” The pianist gazes at me and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Er.. There is this Malay girl who used to play here for a month, what happen to her?” I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you mean Arya?” The pianist replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Er. Yea?” I gave out an unsure answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She went back to study.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, if I may ask do you know where she is studying at?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you?” The pianist gave me suspicious gazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just some random guy who admire her work.” I laugh nervously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, I won’t tell you where she is studying at but I can give you her Instagram, she have a small followers.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh great&amp;#33;  Can I get her Instagram?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pianist gave me her Instagram, thanking him while checking my phone. I felt disgusted doing this but I went to stalker mode, checking her profile and her picture, wondering what she is studying or how is her lifestyle. After some searching and stalking, I found out she is studying in an academy of music in Kuala Lumpur.  &lt;br /&gt;The next day is my off day, I take the transportation and finally found the music school, it’s big and spacious, just like a real music school. I see musician holding their music instruments, walking into the entrance of the music school.  I felt like I am in another world, musical instrument echoes in the hallway. The campus is so big I wasn’t sure how to find her so I stayed at the cafeteria; the obvious spot to find her, After a long day hoping to bump to her, she didn’t visit the cafeteria, so I went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, I check her Instagram, tracking her movement where she go, hoping one day I bump into her so I can follow her to listen to her music. The way she plays the piano, it has passion, soul and emotion in it. Every single time I listen to her plays, she brings me places where I couldn’t imagine, a place where I crave for, my garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I would go to the music school, waiting her in the cafeteria. Sometime the security guard would chase me off campus because it’s pass night time. I waited and waited until one night where the cafeterias light suddenly switch off. I calls out for the security guards but no one comes for me. I walk in the silence hallway; suddenly I heard a humming sound coming from auditorium room at the far end of the hall. As I walk closer to the auditorium, someone is playing the piano, the way that person playing seems familiar.  When I open the door; it’s not her, just some guy playing the piano that sound similar to Arya play style. Fortunately, he didn’t see me, so I turn around trying not to be sneaky but someone bump into me, spilling a cup of chocolate milk onto my shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Woah, woah, woah. Bruce Wayne, you got to be sneaky then that?”  A female voice can be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze up, I see the same girl playing the piano at Mid Valley. It’s Arya, she wore a batman shirt and a blue jean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like the story, you can donate me some money, you know to support me. I don&amp;#39;t earn any money from this just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.paypal.com/my/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_flow&amp;SESSION=zBHmr8OcXfUGr7pn1mzlPWqOu51GN2oYA3ZpWpfRnX_Nxmis5LWi4W4DAQG&amp;dispatch=5885d80a13c0db1f8e263663d3faee8d99e4111b56ef0eae45e68b8988f5b2dd' target='_blank'&gt;Donation page&lt;/a&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2015 15:33:55 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>(WTA) Looking for Clamp Light</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3558547</link>
            <description>hi, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for clamp light to experience some lighting, but I have been to lighting shop from PJ to Cheras, most of them didn&amp;#39;t sell this kind of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.homedepot.com/catalog/productImages/400/42/4293c45c-7098-4ffa-8e91-6f3a543fa771_400.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do anyone know that sells this kind of light?  &lt;!--emo&amp;:help:--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/icon_question.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='icon_question.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;  &lt;!--emo&amp;:help:--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/icon_question.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='icon_question.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>Photography, Digital Imaging &amp;amp; Video</category>
            <pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2015 09:27:07 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>i want to do charity.</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3557968</link>
            <description>where to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to do kitchen work, like giving out food or do some menial stuff work. I don&amp;#39;t want to do fundraising stuff cause its not how i roll.  &lt;!--emo&amp;:lol:--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='laugh.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately been feeling empty, nothing makes me happy if another person happy as well. Maybe i should write a cold story, many people read it.. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. erm.. anyone doing charity lately? i really want to help the homeless people and orphanage children. Kesian them..  &lt;!--emo&amp;:(--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--emo&amp;:help:--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/icon_question.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='icon_question.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2015 16:08:54 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>trap in a dungeon</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3545187</link>
            <description>what if you kidnap and lock in a basement floor, only a small window can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a toilet, a bedroom and have an access of a computer that can only surf /k . You don&amp;#39;t have anything to call for helps except at /k. You open a thread, pleading for helps from /k but that account username is famous for trolling, you try to log out but no matter how much you try, you can&amp;#39;t then u realized you are dealing with a tech savvy psychopath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone post the normal respond &amp;quot;topkek&amp;quot; &amp;quot;cold story&amp;quot; some users encourage you to post more of your story, day after day, you post updates about your stay in the basement, your thread create wide spread sensation, an author rip your story publishing as his own material. You are in a dungeon, helpless.. don&amp;#39;t know what to do except that you have a &lt;b&gt;pen&lt;/b&gt; and a &lt;b&gt;piece of paper&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no escape.. there is easy way to commit suicide, what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVvQCcWJlys/VEqNJv5uR9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rKnsozmijc4/s1600/tumblr_lz525k9oZ11qixrkwo1_500.png' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2015 17:55:48 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>how to publish a book in malaysia?</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3515574</link>
            <description>Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I create this topic, I done some research and already contact some of the publisher, most publisher have theme, like selling children book or autobiographic but never a novel. I also know selling novel in English isn&amp;#39;t that great cause many Malaysia don&amp;#39;t read English and only a small market of people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am relentless and want to publish my novel out. At least try first, who knows. If all else fail, I might consider to self-publish using ebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone can help me?  &lt;!--emo&amp;:(--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>Serious Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2015 11:46:56 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>Share your eupore trip pics</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3497581</link>
            <description>Hi, I create this thread for people who travel oversea and want to share to pics of their adventure. I notice some of u guys posting nice holidays pics, some caught my eyes. lol  &lt;!--emo&amp;:wub:--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/wub.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wub.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Europe trip last year, it was tiring but anyways, don&amp;#39;t want write long long.&lt;br /&gt;WARNING : large drills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER BEGIN--&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilertop&quot; onClick=&quot;openClose('b08a05b3417e9827887a35ea29b7bbfb')&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;raquo; Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... &amp;laquo;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilermain&quot; id=&quot;b08a05b3417e9827887a35ea29b7bbfb&quot; style=&quot;display:none&quot;&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER END--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i.imgur.com/uGuReGh.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College girl top view, walking toward an art cultural centre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i.imgur.com/WUH84tO.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs, i love this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i.imgur.com/qPhArrv.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college student, they did &lt;!--emo&amp;^_^--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/happy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='happy.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt; V to me but i wasn&amp;#39;t fast enough to shoot it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i.imgur.com/iHa5mEC.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scaling model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i.imgur.com/Mz0x0iN.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRC selfie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i.imgur.com/y4E4z2R.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasan level &amp;gt; 9000, she&amp;#39;s taking photo of me. Got girls casually walks up to me and take a photo with their phone. = =&amp;quot; You know what later happen, she grins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://i.imgur.com/6Z5O6fP.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2015 18:48:14 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>munkeyflo so nosy</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3493135</link>
            <description>If you notice some of her posting,when it comes to a person being a jerk, condescending, ass0hle&amp;#39;ish or just plain weird. You can count on munkeyflo, she&amp;#39;s always go on inspector mode, then somehow manage to dig information on that person, i mean like a lot of information, especially on low yat user. I don&amp;#39;t know how she found it, google didn&amp;#39;t help either, unless I have a full name to follow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I realized she is very nosy on people private business and so I came out a short story &amp;quot;if munkeyflo is my girlfriend&amp;quot;. This is just a joke saja, all are pure speculation of my wild imagination, I meant no harm for anyone, especially munkeyflo, she&amp;#39;s a nice girl la, I think.  &lt;!--emo&amp;:)--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inb4 cool story&lt;br /&gt;inb4 sejuk story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To warned you, it&amp;#39;s CHINA WALL OF TEXT, it&amp;#39;s a short story.. so please don&amp;#39;t troll me la.  &lt;!--emo&amp;:(--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER BEGIN--&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilertop&quot; onClick=&quot;openClose('3204a77821059ec76fe2a710f988ecb6')&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;raquo; Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... &amp;laquo;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilermain&quot; id=&quot;3204a77821059ec76fe2a710f988ecb6&quot; style=&quot;display:none&quot;&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER END--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe munkeyflo, it&amp;#39;s like describing how the ancient Greek goes to war for a beautiful woman, million dies for her, a symbol of her goddess. To me, she is everything one can have, I fought in the battlefield, to sway away all the predator who is after her. Half of year later, she choose me, like in an animal kingdom where female choose their prime mate. I am proud, roaring in the deep blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Roar&amp;#33;&amp;quot; I shouted, punching my chest.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Tarzan roar like that one ar?&amp;quot; Munkeyflo said.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Honey, I am not a Tarzan, I am a gorilla.&amp;quot; I raised both of my armed up, trying to imitate a gorilla. &amp;quot;Time for me to take my queen.&amp;quot; I tickled her belly.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Stop - Stop it, No -&amp;quot; She&amp;#39;s laughed, trying avoid my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie credit start rolling in, I asked her want to watch other movies, she shakes her head. I switched off the TV and munkeyflo turned to me, with her sleepy eyes. I gazed her, knowing she wants to do it, I began to caress her hair, trying to get into the mood but she seemed distracted, I guess this isn&amp;#39;t sexy enough so I used my backup plan. I moved my hand toward her neck, massaging her. She leans her head back, she moans a little. I know I am getting somewhere, so what did was natural, I put my hands on her back, moving downward with passion and seduction. I leans my lips in, about to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Huh. Nearlee is a girl. I never knew.&amp;quot; Munkeyflo said out loud with her thought.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; Confused what she just said. &amp;quot;Who is Nearlee?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;You know, the most popular guy - I mean girl in /k&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Oh. Low yat forum. I thought Nearlee plays games with some of the low yat member? I am pretty sure he is a guy la&amp;quot; I said.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;What they didn&amp;#39;t know Nearlee used a program that can mimic guy voice.&amp;quot; Munkeyflo said in enthusiastic. &amp;quot;For all these years, when I became a moderator, I finally discover Nearlee is a girl, you know what shocking, all the moderator knows and kept it a secret to troll all /k&amp;quot;.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Oh. Okay. That&amp;#39;s horrible I guess&amp;quot; I am trying to care but what I really don&amp;#39;t give a fxxk.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;The other day ar, got one guy create a dupe, opening a tread asking advise how to save up money with his habit luxury living, then I found out hor. It&amp;#39;s abc123, the rich guy that posted all sport car are now bankrupt.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Oh, that&amp;#39;s sad for him.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Yea la, very sad hor, recently got another case where I found out one /k is gay but kept posting pretty girl picture so he can get closer to some of the /k. Some of them already added him at facebook, and they never knew he is gay.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;I see. That&amp;#39;s not nice le.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Plant&amp;#33; Are you listening to me or not one&amp;#33;&amp;quot; Munkeyflo shot at me.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;I am listening dear, what happen next ar?&amp;quot; I touch her thigh, moving upward to her pelvis. &amp;quot;Talking about discovering, would you like to discover my package?&amp;quot; I whispered mischievously.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Oh. Oh. Oh. I need to ask uncle lucifah, he knows more about this person call Kris.&amp;quot; Munkeyflo picked up her laptop, open the lid and went on low yat forum. &amp;quot;Eh&amp;#33; Eh&amp;#33; Eh&amp;#33;&amp;quot; Munkeyflo tap me a couple of time to get my attention. &amp;quot;Wah. got 12 people replied me wor. Wait a minute, two of them replied are dupe, I need to go look at their email first.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Er. Dear, don&amp;#39;t you think this is wrong, abusing your power like that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Nyek Nyek Nyek.&amp;quot; Munkeyflo ignored me and laughed mischievously.&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Forget it, good night&amp;quot; I turned around and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Done&amp;#33; I am ready&amp;quot; Munkeyflo said gleefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nudge me, realizing I am already fast asleep, She slips her hand into my pant but I pulled her hand away, telling her I am not in the mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hmph&amp;#33;&amp;quot; She&amp;#39;s crossed her arms, irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tomorrow morning I am going to make pancake for her. If I don&amp;#39;t do that, she won&amp;#39;t be talking to me for a month. Relationship are hard man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tldr : almost piap piap, until munkeyflo spoil that mood.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for munkeyflo if she no forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER BEGIN--&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilertop&quot; onClick=&quot;openClose('2ee528e8a47f27678c529a91cb1d8dbd')&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;raquo; Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... &amp;laquo;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilermain&quot; id=&quot;2ee528e8a47f27678c529a91cb1d8dbd&quot; style=&quot;display:none&quot;&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER END--&gt;&lt;img src='http://quicklol.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/cat-stealing-slippers.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2015 06:08:18 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>Chinese Girlfriends: North vs South</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3462995</link>
            <description>[YOUTUBE]LbiIu_EzuWk#t=14[/YOUTUBE] &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--emo&amp;:lol:--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/laugh.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='laugh.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got hot girls so no need /k/ drills</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2015 16:42:15 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>paranormal activity when i was a child to my teen</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3315457</link>
            <description>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my younger year, back when I was 9 years, I encounter some strange stuff and throughout the year to my high school, i encounter more strange stuff, it&amp;#39;s one of the strangest childhood paranormal activity I ever been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to lived in a double story rented house, its over 30 years old house, its old, damp and the wall of the color were dye, it became so dry it&amp;#39;s can peel off the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first moved in the house, the wall to the stair can be seems some strange drawing, a dinosaur, a bear and some really disturbing scribble on the wall, I can&amp;#39;t make it out what is it, all I can describe is a drawing that connect from first floor to my second floor. In my living room, the tiles were make of marble, in the early 90&amp;#39;s, most tiles were make that way, the living room looks like normal room, a television, an VCR, my dad small office table and a radio cassette. We also have a cheap wooden table and chair for dining and as a Chinese family, we have a small Chinese altar in front of the door, to protect any evil spirit to comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen room, it&amp;#39;s really small and dirty, when you steps into the kitchen, the floor tiles is make out of pure marble, it&amp;#39;s feel like you are walking in the toilet, except.. it&amp;#39;s not in the toilet. In my backyard, dirty, the grass is long and god know what is in there, when i was young, I did some exploration there, we saw a lot of snails and spider webs, really huge one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the kitchen is my dad storeroom, he is an engineer where he kept all his pipes and engineering equipment, that room is seriously, utterly dirty. Beside the storeroom is a bathroom. Unlike the 21st century, we have a head shower without scooping up water to clean our self.  Back in the old days, we have some kind of bucket or some sort to scoop up the water for us to bath, in order to scoop up the water for us to bath is a large hole that filled in the water. Sometime, when the hole is full of water, in the crystal water and if you are closed enough, you can see thousand tiny worms moving around at  the bottom of the hole. Damn creepy, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second floor, we have three room, one room is a guest room, one room is for my parent room and another room is for me and my brother room, we have two toilet on second floor, second toilet is full of spiders, I occasionally go there and popps. No idea why i like that toilet thought. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 9 years old, I am already a gamer, I started playing a game called &amp;quot;Contra&amp;quot; by Konami, me and my brother always play it but my parent always gives us time limit to stop playing and asks us to go out and play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my dad was opposite the house, buying Satay for us to eat, I got really excited because I want to say hello to the satay man, then something hit me, I lost consciously, the next thing I know, I was behind the seat of my dad car, then i lose consciousness.  I woke up, I saw a nurse got really rough at me, my mom plead for her to be gentle to me but the nurse wouldn&amp;#39;t listen. The next thing I know, I am out of the hospital within 2 days, half of my face skin got peel off, my knee and on left arms skin were damage as well. When I first came home, my brother saw me.. I can see he is looking at me like I am a monster, he got really shock, to the point where he got scared. According to my brother, he said that I got hit by a sport motorcycle that hit me approximately 90km and I flew really far, I am not good at math, let&amp;#39;s say the equivalent of two length car. My brother even told me I was rolling on the ground countless of time before stopping. The motorcycling, well.. he ran, got caught thought, but that story.. later I will tell you. Anyways, I don&amp;#39;t need to attend school until I am heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 months, I got healed up pretty good and my face went back to normal, I got a scar on my forehead, like harry potter, except it&amp;#39;s not a thunder, it&amp;#39;s a slash. Not to mention, I have ONE bunny tooth on the front my teeth, which really annoyed me till today. As I grow older, after three years, I encounter some strange thing happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, at night time, it&amp;#39;s 1am in the morning, I am in the living room, sitting on my dad desk and playing radio song, as the song finished playing, I would pretend that I am a host in the radio shows, saying something like &amp;quot;ladies and gentleman, this is a song to you folk out there that is working through the night&amp;quot;, I played golden oldie song, from Air Supply to the Bee Gees. Then I would pretend someone talking to me on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Hello... welcome to the plant station, welcome&amp;#33; welcome&amp;#33; All rightly, here&amp;#39;s the big question, who is our PM?.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long pause from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME : Yep... you guessed right, It&amp;#39;s Dr Mahathir, and everyone goes wild&amp;#33; woo, congratulation, you have won two bottle of cola can, let&amp;#39;s the thirst, bring you into happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think about it, it really corny.... anyways.. since I got many cassette in my disposal, all of them got label in it, I puts on the Micheal Jackson song &amp;quot;Smooth criminal&amp;quot;, since I was hype up of that song, I sang with it, then suddenly.. the radio would stop. I was startle, because back in the old days, there is stop button that have a loud click in it. I look around, no one is there, and I feel very cold all of sudden, like a sudden chill, I quickly off my radio, I heard footstep in the kitchen, like really slow walking footstep, the staircase is near to the kitchen, I quickly off the light and ran up stair to my room, I closed the door and wrap around my blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden *BANG* on the door, then my door knob would twist furiously, like someone trying to get into my room. For a full few minutes, banging the door non-stop and then suddenly, its stop. I quickly wrap around my blanket, and fallen a sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of week, me and my brother were in the room, it&amp;#39;s pretty late at night, around 12am, we were role playing, as kids do, we were having so much fun and so deep into our character story, we forgot to sleep. Then suddenly, a bang on the door again, then door knobs would twist like someone wants to get in our room. We are sure it isn&amp;#39;t our parent because they would never bang the door, they would use the key and unlock it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few month, the banging didn&amp;#39;t stop, sometime we didn&amp;#39;t even lock the door to see whether that thing would open the door but it didn&amp;#39;t, it would continued twisting the door knob, trying to get into our room, the bang would come and go. When we heard that, we would immediately go to sleep, then one day, we intentionally didn&amp;#39;t lock the door and got really fed up that someone is playing a prank or us, when we heard the banging on the door, we would open the door, all I see is a pitch black corridor, and I feel a chill up my spine, then when I closed the door, after 2 mins, the door would bang again and again. Me and my brother got so scared we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother mention this matter to my mom, my mom discard it immediately. I told my brother is it me that witness that shit? He didn&amp;#39;t answer me, all he did said was &amp;quot;I want to forget this&amp;quot;, he is very nervous the way he said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the evening of the weekend, me and my friend would rode out our bicycle to explore some area, back in the days, K.L is still developing and lots of dense forest, when we were riding near a dense forest, he stopped, i kept calling him, but he wouldn&amp;#39;t listen, he is there, staring at the forest, then suddenly he continued with us until we stopped for a break. We were in field, drinking water and chatting, nothing out of originally,  out of nowhere, one of my friend, paled, says this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : I see something in the forest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us were quiet and asks him what did he see, we thought its a man who live in the forest then he said something really out of context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : I think it follows me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned his back to see something, worried. We looked behind him but didn&amp;#39;t see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : I... got to go guys, it following me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back home. We didn&amp;#39;t see him cause he fallen ill for couple of weeks, then when we met up in our regular spot, we asks him about the spirit that follow him. He said when he is asleep, and woke up in the middle of the night, on top of the ceiling, he sees a the head of the man looking down at him. Smiling at him, he screamed and their parent saw it too, that thing still hovering on top of ceiling for few minutes before disappearing into thin way, according to him, its just move slowly back up the ceiling, by passing the solid wall. The next morning, his parent hire a Chinese bomoh to cleanse him and somehow capture the spirit in a bottle or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend did say he stills see spirit in the dense forest especially at night because he got a job as a newspaper boy, they usually throw newspaper in front of your gate in the wee morning, around 4am-6am, he said 4am is the scarier, everything so dark and when he delivered the newspaper, he would need to go near the dense forest there because they are house there, he said he saw many white thing there but most of them didn&amp;#39;t bother him cause he got an amulet that protect him. In 2014, that dense forest converted into a military base. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, late at night, I would go outside and play with my cat, then suddenly, someone is kicking the wall, i thought it&amp;#39;s my neighbor, a girl I used to chase called Sandra, but i don&amp;#39;t want talk about her right now. &lt;!--emo&amp;:P--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/tongue.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tongue.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra used to hit the wall just to get my attention, and I always go out and told her to stop doing it. One day, I went out and called her to stop kicking the wall, then you know what, nobody in the house, it&amp;#39;s pitch black, then I saw something moving near her window, and disappear. I went back in the house, look at my Chinese altar, then again, someone kicking the wall, I can feel it, I look back, my cat is standing in front of me, he is not looking at me, his eyes is wide, like a full moon, I immediately look around my house, no one is there but i feel something in the house with me. I went upstairs, go to my room, and immediately, the banging of the door. To be honest, i got so used to it, it doesn&amp;#39;t bother me at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I went out my front lawn, I saw a cat head, his eye is open, mouth open as well, but I don&amp;#39;t see the body, I looked everywhere, from top to bottom, even I went to the underground sewer, yes we have an underground sewer, i went to explore there regularly, cause need to clean it and fool around there, once i was poking something really rubbery, and it got stuck there and the water wouldn&amp;#39;t flow properly, I went and pulled really hard, I got shock cause I saw a dead boated cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i&amp;#39;ll leave it at that, next story is my paranormal activity in the school, my home, some car accident story, Genting and some spirit ritual story in Sabah and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, hope u like it.</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2014 22:55:11 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>Who is Amy Cheah</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3305840</link>
            <description>Hi All, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:16pt;line-height:100%'&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It&amp;#39;s a story about of a young passionate boy named &amp;#39;Cal&amp;#39; who works in advertising agency waiting his chance to be in the limelight, until he meets Amy Cheah, his new colleague. One day, Cal accidentally discovers a CCTV in Amy&amp;#39;s guest room. The question is why did she installed a CCTV in the guest room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre : Drama, Mystery&lt;br /&gt;Language : English&lt;br /&gt;Length : 88,001 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is your story fiction or non-fiction?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I answer your question, is alien real? You believe what you want to believe, i have no intention to break your believe, If i said it, it&amp;#39;s like taking candy away  will decided, then I reveal who I am lo cause I need to pitch to you guys for crowd-funding, I decided all my web series is free, if u want, u can donate me money to eat roti canai.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;book trailer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dF-2VTHiHJA&amp;feature=youtu.be' target='_blank'&gt;book trailer page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PREVEIW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 1 : Crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER BEGIN--&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilertop&quot; onClick=&quot;openClose('b8740354c3356d90dfa812413cf6cbf4')&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;raquo; Click to show Spoiler - click again to hide... &amp;laquo;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;spoilermain&quot; id=&quot;b8740354c3356d90dfa812413cf6cbf4&quot; style=&quot;display:none&quot;&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER END--&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago, I met a Chinese girl who also happened to be someone I used to work together with. She was 24, wore glasses, and her dark raven hair rested nicely on her shoulders. She had this natural look of beauty on her face without having any make up on and a great sense of fashion. No one would have suspected her to be someone much more than what her background suggests, and that was until I discovered her darkest secrets. This is the story of me and Amy Cheah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Cheah graduated from a local college and got hired in the same  advertising company I worked in. The first few weeks getting to know her was pretty much like the typical get to know your co-worker thing. A month later she would occasionally talk to me about porn, asking things like what positions I liked. It felt unprofessional of her to have asked me these sort of questions -- I felt offended and stopped talking to her. One day, while I was in the office pantry, Amy walked up to me and asked me if I could give her a lift home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don&amp;#39;t you have a car? Go drive yourself la”. I responded to her.&lt;br /&gt;“My car broke down and it’s in the repair shop.”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay.” I said, while pouring some black coffee into my cup. ”Just this once, I&amp;#39;ll fetch you home.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks&amp;#33;” Amy cheerfully clapped her hands, and left me alone in the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head, what a weird girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been driving my old, rusty, and worn-out silver coloured sedate car my dad gave me since obtaining my driver&amp;#39;s license at the age of seventeen. When we got in the car, I asked Amy where her house was. She then gave me an address which I keyed into my phone&amp;#39;s GPS for directions. We were driving down the highway when she said something I wasn&amp;#39;t comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So.. have you been into a whore house before?” Amy asked.&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I said, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a quick glance at her, seeing if she was gazing at me but she didn’t. It felt like it was normal for her to be asking about such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, have you been into one?” Amy repeated herself.&lt;br /&gt;“No. Why do u ask?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you a virgin?” she turned to me.&lt;br /&gt;“What&amp;#33;” Stunned and shocked by more of her stupid questions, I got more uncomfortable, and had thoughts of stopping the car and have her out.&lt;br /&gt;“You sure look like one though.” She pressed on.&lt;br /&gt;“I am NOT a virgin&amp;#33;” I nervously answered back while taking another quick glance at Amy, hoping she didn’t catch me lying. Instead, I saw her grinning. It felt as if she was playing some mind games on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the drive, I kept quiet, ignoring her. Suddenly the female voice coming from the GPS on my phone instructed me to turn left in about three hundred meters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Would you do her as well?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“ Err... I guess so.” I replied, not playing along with her mind games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving down the road, I realized there were a row of bungalow houses in front of me. I knew at that point, Amy was leading me to her luxurious home. Things got really quiet in the car, the only thing audible was coming out of my GPS, instructing me which road to turn into.&lt;br /&gt;“Guess you’re not that type, huh?” Amy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t stand her mind games any longer. I had to say something to let her think I was just as comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh.. I see. You think I&amp;#39;m a virgin huh?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“Yea. I think you are.” she gazed at me and put on a smile. &lt;br /&gt;“Okay, let&amp;#39;s do it, in here, there is a corner right around here, we can do it.” I looked at her, giving a smirk.&lt;br /&gt;“No.” she turned away, looking at the side of the window, ignoring me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a couple of glances at Amy. She had her arms crossed. I wondered why, I thought she wanted sex, then I realized she was just joking with me. I felt stupid for taking her seriously. I tried to think of a way to make the awkward situation go away but before I could come up with something, my GPS voiced out “You have reached your destination”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped the car, pulled on the brakes, and turned to look at the house. A high, black gate was blocking the entire view of the house. Amy unbuckled her seat belt, and was getting ready to get out of my car until she heard my stomach growling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh? You also hungry ar? Want to go eat dinner with me?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about refuse her offer as I wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yea, sure why not.” I replied, and already I regretted my decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy suggested we go to a hawker store near her place, and recommend me to try some of their duck noodles. I took it up and we both ordered duck noodles. When our food arrived, I caught the sweet aroma of the steam coming out of the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come. Eat, eat.” Amy smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a pair of chopstick, lifted a string of noodles, and put them into my mouth. At that instant, my tongue experienced an intense mixture of ingredients, and it got me feeling high. I took the spoon to scoop up a taste of the soup, and before I knew it, I drank the whole thing down and felt some form of gratification. Without realizing Amy was with me, her jaws dropped, surprised at how fast I finished them. When I took a look at hers, I realized she was just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Would you like to order another?” Amy grinned.&lt;br /&gt;“Um. No.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, I cleared my throat and ordered a drink to accommodate her, avoiding social awkwardness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, what do you like to do in your free time?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Well…” Amy paused before answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked about her liking for food and we talked about working in advertising. Whenever I tried asking her personal questions, she avoided them like a plague and redirected the questions right back to me. After we filled our tummies with hot food, I drove us back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, here you go, guess I will see you tomorrow.” I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want to come inside?” Amy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really awkward of her to invite me in, but since I didn’t have much going on, I accepted her offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Amy opened the black gate, at first glance the exterior of the house looked nothing out of the ordinary. An iron grill can be seen beside the front door. It looked like a typical, regular middle class house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped into the house, it was a whole different story. The decor of the living room looked like a show house for investors to look at when coming to buy the house. The first thing I noticed were the glass table between the long sofa and big plasma television hanging on the wall. Amy excused herself to the toilet while I looked around. Paintings of Chinese words were framed onto the wall. Chinese vases were placed neatly on the shelves, some have fresh flowers in it and some don’t. It sure looked like they hired an interior designer to do the job and a cleaner to help replace the flowers. By looking around, I concluded that Amy was from upper class, and wondered why she would want to work in an advertising agency. Before I assumed anything and embarrassed myself again, I needed to ask her more. I waited in the living room until Amy came out from the toilet, giving me a tour around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, um, is this your dad&amp;#39;s house?” I asked. &lt;br /&gt;“Mm? Yea, it’s my dad&amp;#39;s, he bought it when he started investing in property.”&lt;br /&gt;“So what does your father do exactly?”&lt;br /&gt;“I am not entirely sure, my dad&amp;#39;s always working and he’s in Sabah.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, she told me her dad owned a couple of more properties around Malaysia. I asked more question about her family and she gave me short answers. I knew she wasn&amp;#39;t quite comfortable of me interrogating her, so I gave it a rest. After we finished touring her house, we proceeded to chill on the living room sofa.&lt;br /&gt;“Your house is really nice. I wonder if I can stay here for the night.” I jokingly said. &lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for the compliment.” Amy&amp;#39;s eyelid gazed down.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you okay?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“It- it’s nothing”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to get awkward and I needed to go. I took a look at my watch, and it was already 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for the tour, Amy. It’s already late, I really need to go.” I smiled as I stood up, ready to leave her house.&lt;br /&gt;“Cal, you can stay over for the night if you want.” she said.&lt;br /&gt;“Har? I was just joking only.” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Can you please, please, please stay for tonight, last week my neighbors got robbed in their home and I&amp;#39;m very worried the robber may come back again.” she begged.&lt;br /&gt;“Um, I don’t know, I have things to do.”&lt;br /&gt;“But, just now you said you wanted to have an overnight here,” she frowned.&lt;br /&gt;“Um, I was just -” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“Please?” She gazed at me with her cute puppy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, okay. I can stay for the night.”&lt;br /&gt;Amy smiled, pleased to hear my answer. It did feel like I was treated like her body guard. I didn’t want to get Amy&amp;#39;s hopes up though, I wasn&amp;#39;t entirely big sized or muscular at all. I hoped no robber would break into the house as I had no idea how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I climbed up the stairs, Amy turned towards me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Could you also drive me to the repair car shop tomorrow, so I can get my car?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Er. Sure, why not.” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the guest room on the second floor which was furnished with a black wooden frame bed with a white mattress, a black wooden closet cupboard placed in front of the bed and flooring which was made out of wool. Small lamps and other decor were arranged around the room; it looked like a four star hotel room. When I took a peek inside the bathroom, the ceramic tiles filled around the wall, a giant circular mirror can be seen below the porcelain sink. Beside it was a shower head with a bath tub fitted in. The lights were fixed onto the ceramic tiles that beamed down into the bathroom creating a sense of luxury. &lt;br /&gt;I was in awe; Amy then handed me a towel and told me to take a bath. A lavender aroma pervaded the guest room. I searched for the source, and found a device beside the bed, which released streams of smoke creating the lavender smell. Amy opened the cupboard, took out a set of clothes and placed it on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whose clothes are these?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, they&amp;#39;re my brother&amp;#39;s clothes, you look his size,” she said while examining my body size.&lt;br /&gt;“Err.. okay, thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, thank you&amp;#33;” Amy smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy left the room with a cheery smile. I&amp;#39;ve never before seen this side of Amy, not in the office. I had thought she was the type of girl that was very reserved but that didn’t seem to be the case. I gazed at her brother&amp;#39;s clothes placed on the bed, a pair of short red pants and white T-shirt. As I entered the bathroom, I wanted to try the bathtub and submerge myself into royalty but didn’t want Amy to get the idea that I was doing something I wasn’t supposed to do. So, I got myself a quick shower using the shower head, and proceeded to wear her brother&amp;#39;s clothes. Surprisingly, they fitted perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs to check on Amy and bid her good night but she wasn’t in the living room. I guessed she was in her room already. Since I didn’t feel tired, I sat on the sofa, spreading my legs out as if it was my home. I saw a remote control placed on the glass table. I picked it up and switched on the television, and saw that an American drama show was on. Not being sure how the remote worked, I randomly pressed a fews button hoping to stumble on a channel that suited me, but what I stumbled onto next was more than that. I ended up on the CCTV camera channel that focused  right into the position I was. I waved at the television screen and it followed me. It must have been for security purposes. I figured due to the increase in robberies in the area, Amy’s dad installed CCTVs in the house, to make sure her daughter was in safe hands. I stood up, trying to look for the camera. When I tilted up my head, I spotted a small one. From a distance, I couldn&amp;#39;t quite see it, being well camouflaged, but it was much more visible as I got nearer. I took the remote control and pressed another button, the screen switched to the feed of another camera. This time, it switched to the guest room where I was supposed to stay for the night. I got confused and felt a chill down my spine. Why was a camera needed in the guest room? Was Amy’s dad that paranoid? How many cameras were there in the house? Why weren’t there any cameras outside? Before I could investigate further, I heard footstep from upstairs.  Seconds later, the footsteps could be heard from the staircase. I panicked and quickly tried to find the off button but couldn’t find it. I heard Amy&amp;#39;s footsteps getting closer by the second. I pressed all the buttons at once; the TV switched to discovery channel as soon as Amy was visible at the bottom of the staircase. I stared at her as if I&amp;#39;ve been caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, nice. My brother&amp;#39;s clothes fitted you perfectly.” Amy complimented me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy turned her attention to the television, noting it was discovery channel where a documentary was talking about a murder case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I love documentary police shows.” Amy walked towards the sofa, looking at the television with interest. “You know, last week, they showed one about an old woman who poisoned ten victims and buried them in her backyard. The police did not suspect that the old lady did it, thinking she was too nice to do it but they figured out her dark secret later. Interesting, don’t you think?” she turned to look at me.&lt;br /&gt;“Um, er, yea, I guess so. I never was into documentaries anyway.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“I see, you’re that type huh?” Amy gave me that look again, and turned away to watch the documentary.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t girls give me a straight answer, like telling me I have bad taste in documentaries or something. They always leave me wondering for long periods and it frustrated me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh&amp;#33; You’re my guest and I forgot to serve you with something to drink.” Amy said, turning to me “What do you want ar?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Er..tea?” I replied.&lt;br /&gt;“So British ar?” Amy smiled and went to the kitchen to prepare one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat back down on the sofa until I saw the documentary narrate a scene where the killer poisoned the victim with tea. The same scene acted out just like in the documentary. I started becoming really nervous because Amy took a huge interest in the documentary. Maybe, just maybe she lured me in to poison me. I was a little worried, and walked in circles, biting my fingers. Panic and fear sunk in quick in my mind -- the documentary was showing a scene where the woman was preparing tea while the victim was waiting in the living room. The same act I was in, the narrator talked about how the old woman killed the victims, by paralysing them and torturing them until they bled. I quickly tip toed my way to the front door, checking whether it was locked. My hand turned on the door knob... and it was locked. Trapped, my heart started racing. I tried to calm myself down, by breathing slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Calm down, Cal. There&amp;#39;s got to be an explanation, I might be overreacting.” I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard the sound of spoon stirring on a glass cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cal, do you want sugar?” Amy yelled from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;“Um, a spoon of sugar, please. Thanks” I said, trying to sound calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy responded back with a “K.”  Moment later, I heard the kitchen cupboard slide open and close. Amy walked out the kitchen to the living room with two cups of hot tea on a tray. She stopped half way, wondering why I was standing at the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh, why are you standing near the door?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Er.. I just wanted to know what type of concrete your house was built with.” I gently hit the wall with my hand. “Hmm, it’s look solid.” I nervously laughed. &lt;br /&gt;“Okay, weird.” Amy stared and dismissed it immediately. “Come&amp;#33; I made tea.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy put the tray on the glass table and cheerfully patted on the sofa seat, signalling me to sit beside her. I awkwardly walked to her and sat next to her. I could smell the lingering scent of shampoo from her hair -- it smelt really nice and alluring. I stared at her in her pink short pants and red singlet which felt seducing to me, tempting me to make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy picked up her cup, sipping her tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wei, I already made tea for you, now you want me to pick up the tea for you?” Amy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gazed at the tea cup, suspecting it might be poison. My fear took over rational thinking and I couldn’t stay calm anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry, Amy, I think I need to go, I just remembered something back at my house.” I stood up and walked towards the front door. “Amy, can you please open the door, so I can leave?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a confused look, wondering what just happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well? What are you waiting for?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. Okay, let me get the keys -” Before she could finish her sentence, I rushed to the guest room, picked up my clothes and dashed down the stairs. Amy had already opened the front door for me, still confused of what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I&amp;#39;ll give back your brother&amp;#39;s clothes tomorrow in the office, I really need to go. Really sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dashed to my car, started the engines and took a glance back to see Amy; she had a sad look on her face, almost to the brink of crying. I drove off without saying good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove down the highway, I approached a u-turn, hesitating whether I should go back to Amy&amp;#39;s house. I felt guilty for suddenly leaving her behind, not to mention being ungentlemanlike. Assessing the whole situation again, the CCTV might have been installed in the guest room because her dad was overly concerned. The documentary show she was interested in might be because she liked the sort of thing. The tea she offered me may be a gesture of her friendliness. Realizing I might have exaggerated the whole situation, I pulled the signal to make the U-turn, and drove back to Amy&amp;#39;s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, I got out of the car and was about ring the doorbell before realizing that it was too late to ring her door bell. I gazed around, and the night seemed much eerier than before. I pulled out my cell phone and called her up. Surprisingly, she picked up without greeting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, Amy. Sorry about just now, my uncle told me to buy medicine for his wife when I got back home,” I laughed sillily. “Funny story, I gave it to my uncle in the afternoon already, so yea.” I continued to laugh on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A click, she hung up on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn, she must have got really angry at me.” I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked back towards my car, I heard the black gate opening behind me. As I turned back, I saw her walking towards me, pulling her hand out, expecting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Prove it.” she said.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, um, okay.” I have to think of something quick, then I remember keeping a receipt in the compartment of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into my car, opened the compartment, and took out a receipt and handed it to Amy. She glanced at me, judging me whether the receipt was genuine. She looked at the receipt, as I stood there, and I hoped she wouldn&amp;#39;t figure out that the receipt belonged to my boss -- I had helped him earlier to buy cough syrup. She had a look of suspicion -- I knew she found out because the receipt had my boss&amp;#39; name. I got caught red-handed. Feeling like a fool, I tilted my head down, looking down the floor. Amy handed the receipt back to me and I took it off her hand. She turned away, walking to the front door and then she stopped and turned her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well? Aren’t you coming in?” Amy asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Um, yea. Coming.” I replied, walking faster than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She locked the front door with the keys, putting it inside a the key bowl near the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um, good night.” I said.&lt;br /&gt;“Night.” Amy walked past without looking at me. A brief moment later, I heard a loud thump from her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s understandable she was still angry at me but at least she invited me back in. I redeemed myself as a good guy. I took a glance at the remote control that laid on the glass table. I picked it up and switched on the CCTV camera as if I already knew what channel it was. There it was, the living room camera right in front of the TV screen. I took a cautioned glance at the stairs, hoping Amy didn’t catch me with what I was doing. I tried to find the playback channel as all CCTVs have this feature, I assumed it must have been recording me the whole time. Few minutes passed, finally I found the playback channel. There was a menu icon like play, rewind, forward and stop. Below the left hand screen was the time code, and date which referenced what day and time the CCTVs have been recording. I pressed the rewind button, and found myself waving at the camera a couple of hour ago. As I rewinded further, switching cameras to the guest room, I found myself with a towel around my waist. I felt relieved knowing no hidden camera was in the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of something, what if I rewinded even further? Curious, I clicked on the rewind button again, with five times the speed. Two days passed, nothing new. Three day to a week, nothing new. After two weeks, I finally found something, and clicked the stop button. I forwarded it with two times the speed, until saw a guy sleeping in the bed in the guest room. I pressed the normal speed button as I leaned closer towards the screen, wondering who it was. He looked Chinese and the camera was mounted on top of the bedroom, pointing right in front of the bedroom, like someone built this camera for a purpose, but what? I turned back the rewind button again but due to the quality of the camera, I couldn’t see properly who he was. I continued to rewind again and saw Amy talking to the Chinese guy, while he was arriving in the guest room. Is it Amy’s boyfriend? Their body language didn’t seem like they were together. I clicked the rewind button again, hoping to find more clues, it’s went on rewinding and rewinding until almost a month back. This time I saw someone sleeping in the bedroom, and the lights were turned off. I couldn’t see clearly as the room was dark and the night vision CCTV feature&amp;#39;s quality wasn’t that great. I saw a guy under the blanket that seems to be humping onto something, then I realized he was masturbating in the guest room. Disgusted with the sight, I rewinded even further and started to wonder whether the bed sheets in the guest room were clean. I stared at the television screen intensely, hoping the guy would switch the lights on. It rewinded until the screen turned pitch black. I pressed the rewind button again, but it didn’t do anything, and then I realized I rewinded to the furthest it could go. It seemed that the CCTV program was set to reset every month so it could format a new fresh drive to record over it. I was disappointed with the result as I didn’t find anything satisfying. A couple of question were raised, who were these people living in Amy&amp;#39;s guest room? Her friends? Her relatives? I didn’t know what to think of it. I sat on the sofa, wondering, pondering: who is Amy? And then a horrible thought hit me, thinking Amy might be a prostitute, but that didn’t make any sense as she was quite well off unless she had some sort of emotional issues which I didn’t know about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I heard loud footsteps in the second floor. I jumped and accidentally pressed the remote control switch but it didn’t switch off the television. I looked up the ceiling, heart pounding and not moving an inch, and seconds later, the footsteps stopped. I guess Amy went to her private bathroom to brush her teeth. I felt relieved and continued with investigating the CCTV. But when I looked at the television, it was pitch black. I must have pressed something on the remote control. I fiddled with it, trying to get back to the CCTV channel, but I found out that I accidentally deleted the whole video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shit.” I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched the television off and went to the guest room. As I got inside, I stared at the side of the bed. Thinking that the previous guy masturbated on that spot, I laid on the far side of bed, avoiding the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stared up the ceiling fan, my mind started making a lot of assumptions without knowing if they were real. I yawned and started feeling very tired thinking about Amy&amp;#39;s personal life. I looked at the door knob, to double check whether it was locked. Being sure it was locked, I felt a sense of security as my eyes started getting heavy by the seconds. The bed felt really comfortable, and in no time I dozed off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds were chirping outside the window, the shade of the bright sun beamed down the bedroom. There was a blurry motion as I opened my eyes, and as time passed by the blurriness faded away. I turned around to the side of the bed, still not wanting to get out from it, then I found someone sleeping next to me. Shocked, I jumped out of the bed like a frog and fell down the concrete floor. Amy woke to my sudden screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Amy&amp;#33; Why are you in my room&amp;#33;” I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. I’ve been sleepwalking again.” Amy rubbed her eyes, as if she didn’t know she was in my room all the time.&lt;br /&gt;“How - How long have you been sleeping here?” I asked, still in shock.&lt;br /&gt;“I - I don’t know, I forgot?” She got up from bed, walking towards the door “By the way, your work clothes have been washed, it’s in the closet.” She pointed towards the cupboard closet as she left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s was obviously a bad liar. Cleaning my work clothes, drying it and putting it back neatly in the closet and then sleeping next to me. It was really creeping me out when I thought about it. Obviously part of it was mine to blame, I knew Amy had the keys to open the guest room door but I didn’t bother taking further actions to prevent it.&lt;br /&gt;I changed into my work clothes and went downstairs and saw her coming  out from the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry about just now, for freaking you out. I made French coffee on the table if you want to get your day going.” she said, walking past me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coffee cup was placed on the table. I gazed at Amy as she walked up the stairs to her room. I walked to the table, picked the coffee cup up, and sniffed at it a couple of times, still paranoid whether the coffee was poisoned. I decided not to drink it and wait for Amy at the sofa. An hour later, Amy came back down stairs, she wore a white laced floral blouse, a black skirt and a small diamond necklace around her neck. Amy smiled at me and picked up her branded handbag on the table, walking past me, leaving a trail of rosy perfume in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go.” Amy said.&lt;br /&gt;“Um, Okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the car, the rosy perfume started making it&amp;#39;s way inside the car, making my car smell rosy. She gave me the address of the repair car shop and I drove her there, taking me fifteen minutes. I then parked in front of the repair shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eh, thank you for being such a gentleman. Although you acted really weird last night. Anyways, um, I will return the favour someday.” Amy said. &lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay la, that’s what being a colleague is all about. Helping each other.” I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“No, I insist on returning the favour&amp;#33;”&lt;br /&gt;“No need la, it’s okay.”&lt;br /&gt;“But I insist.”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, okay, return the favour to me someday. Okay?”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay.” Amy smiled, feeling satisfied with my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t want to compete with her in being the nicer person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anyways, um, where is your car?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy pointed at her car, a grey coloured, sedated luxury car parked right outside the car repair shop. Suddenly, she went all quiet. I wanted to tell her to get out of my car, but it felt abit impolite to tell that to her directly. I gazed on her, hoping she would get the hint until she said something unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cal, there were two cameras in the guest room.” Amy confessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--SPOILER DIV--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED BY HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is the rest of the story?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy the book, not yet release thought.</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2014 16:29:18 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>Fresh Grad</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3226285</link>
            <description>I come here to rant about this fresh grad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this new fresh grad girl come to work, its been three weeks and she report everything to the higher up. There is one time, when a colleague of mine come late work for 15 mins, she go and report. Everything she do report to the boss, small problem, report. TINY problem, report. Now, the boss thinking these monkey know how to work or not. I am one of the head in the department and she making me and other heads look bad, the consequence of our department, some of the colleague already don&amp;#39;t like her. If she&amp;#39;s keep doing it, boss will take over our department and watch over us, LIKE A GODDAMN OWL. Most of the time, i told my boss positive stuff, see him happy and everyone in my department happy makes me happy. Everybody got their gaji, honest pay, no drama and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new fresh grad girl ar, when comes to work, like paperwork, sometime boss asks me about her paperwork, i dunno how to reply, she never did the work. Never quite report to me and go over my head. At least be a team sport and tell me whats going on, so i can tell the boss she&amp;#39;s working on it and gives good reason to defend her. How do i defend her if she&amp;#39;s keep ratting us out. FUKING SHIT&amp;#33;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got quite angry, already keep it inside for months then today I told her &amp;quot;finish it by the afternoon and send it to my boss.&amp;quot;, she reply &amp;quot;okay, i finished it by the afternoon&amp;quot;, I have to be really firm with her, and she can see i am not happy, she also not happy as well. I feel guilty treating her like that =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand she is fresh, but she&amp;#39;s been working in the company for a month now, a lot of work doesn&amp;#39;t produce by her, i never asks her what she do whole day. I just leave it to her. Of course i remembered when i was fresh, i don&amp;#39;t talk much but LISTEN. I work like a slave for the boss, befriended with my senior, some of them doesn&amp;#39;t help me, but  some of them help me and i am very grateful for that.</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>The Museum Of Kopitiam</category>
            <pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2014 10:20:48 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>this girl always tease me</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3189974</link>
            <description>i know her for 4 months plus and working with her after i took a month of holidays, when i came back to work she&amp;#39;s totally changed, whatever i said, she always tease me, like nonstop, call me &amp;quot;name&amp;quot;, point out my flaws and her friend always team up to tease me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i tease back, but cannot fight back, i tease her back but her friend will gang on me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single day i talked to her one on one, she always talk a lot and i rarely talk then when she is around people, she always tease me whatever i said something, like even the smallest thing. Somemore, her friend say me that i am good looking, well cultural man and smart, why u still single? then suddenly re-directly the question to the girl i like &amp;quot;will you accept him if he is your bf?&amp;quot; she said no way man...she *point out my flaws*. My heart damn hurt i cannot reply, every single day i come to work, she constantly teasing me non-stop, i dunno what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knows i like her and i didnt make any move yet, i like her too but i am not sure she do this just to poke fun to me or interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i asked her out? Damn my heart pumping so fast...</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>Cupid&amp;#39;s Corner</category>
            <pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2014 13:30:49 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>V-Day need to change it to D-DAY</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3135819</link>
            <description>Hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been in a situation and would like to seek your humble advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months ago, I met this wonderful girl, who i met her through friend from another friend, at first, she asks me a lot of question to get to know me, she is around the age of 24 and i am older than about 4-5 years. I am ashamed of my age.. lol, I of course get to know her close-friend and she share her family story, her travel story, her studied story, some guy chasing her story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything going fine and steady, we have a lot of chemistry and she is very caring type of person and when thing gets tough, she is always there for me to give me emotional support but after a month, we have some kind of disagreement about me giving excuse to be a better person and she really don&amp;#39;t like that side of me, i guess i suffer low-esteem. After this incident, I did some soul searching and found out that she is right, and so I venture out to be a better person, I change the way I wear, cut my hair and now been very hardworking, doing freelance on the weekend as well. Till then, I rarely talks to her because I am very busy, now also quite very busy but I always have some time to slack to enjoy to be grateful to have this friend in my life and other thing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she inspire and influence me to change myself, to be a better person. Of course she is not the girl i totally focus on, I met other girls as well and I notice some girls do the chasing, I never feel this before to be honest... but to me they are overly polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course every girl have their flaws, she is very small gas, small thing I offense her, she will stop talking to me like for a week and suddenly tell me what&amp;#39;s wrong even I asked are you okay or not? One thing i learned is to never asked are you okay or not, she will never tell you. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month and a half past, i accidentally tells her friend that I like her, and her friend spill the bean to her. At that period of time, she&amp;#39;s been acting awkward but stills talks to me and smiling, friendly and etc but the fact she knows that I like her but i think she pretend dunno anything. I did a lot of favor for her, like doing stuff for you without asking anything back, she will asks &amp;quot;Why you do this?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Why you want to help me?&amp;quot;, All i can tell you is she asked a lot of &amp;quot;Why&amp;quot; in the sentence and add a question mark at the end of the sentence. Sometimes I can answer her question, sometimes I can&amp;#39;t. It is quite pressuring for her to ask me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to the third month, it&amp;#39;s valentine day and this is the day I did the wrong move, I gave her a valentine card and a small box of chocolate, inside the valentine card written wasn&amp;#39;t very romantic, it&amp;#39;s much more like a &amp;quot;special friend&amp;quot; to me but to her she&amp;#39;s thinks as a romantic thing and return the valentine card and chocolate to me, she says it very weird and awkward. She felt so awkward, she gave it back to me. The valentine card and chocolate, I spook her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident, she stops talking to me, she did glances me few time, and that&amp;#39;s probably it. I did initiate to talk to her, she answer a short simple answer, sometime she&amp;#39;s being hostile and laugh. She&amp;#39;s being grumpy all the time when I talk to her and according to my friend, she is piss that i gave her valentine card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do at this point? I did back-off entirely, I am not sure it is a wise-choice. My choice right now is back off, let it be, don&amp;#39;t talk to her much and be friendly if I see her even she ignore me also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I make a the right choice? In my heart, I wanted to give valentine card because she is a special friend to me and all i wanted to tell her that she inspire me to be a better person. I tried to find a solution, If i text her, that would make me sound desperate and needy. If i tell her in person, I dunno, she would ignore the heck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tl:dr&lt;/b&gt;, gave the girl i like a valentine card and chocolate, she rejected me on valentine day and now acting distant, awkward and grumpy and I now i back off completely.</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>Cupid&amp;#39;s Corner</category>
            <pubDate>Tue, 18 Feb 2014 17:37:15 +0800</pubDate>
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            <title>Wooden Door</title>
            <link>http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/3115137</link>
            <description>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office got broke in and would like to get wooden door, my boss gave me the budget price RM500, i asked other carpenter prices, it&amp;#39;s around RM800-900 and its way out of his budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss would want to have a solid door including new spray paint and installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door design is like this &lt;a href='http://postimg.org/image/3r0t8w6bf/' target='_blank'&gt;door picture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any contact I can call up to know the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;ll do the measurement tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pm me if you interested or know any, thank you.  &lt;!--emo&amp;:respect:--&gt;&lt;img src='http://static.lowyat.net/style_emoticons/default/notworthy.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='notworthy.gif' /&gt;&lt;!--endemo--&gt;</description>
            <author>Plant</author>
            <category>Home Renovations and Interior Design</category>
            <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2014 16:18:49 +0800</pubDate>
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