<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:15:45.096+08:00</updated><category term='women'/><category term='personal'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='sampat'/><category term='random'/><category term='thailand'/><category term='festive season'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='moods'/><category term='life'/><category term='work related'/><category term='home'/><category term='weird world'/><category term='bets'/><category term='travel'/><category term='island'/><category term='chubby'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='emo'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='sick'/><category term='daily activities'/><category term='love'/><category term='friends'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Dreaming of Home</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1776024245876871151</id><published>2010-01-06T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:56:48.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>where is the satisfaction?</title><content type='html'>I spent the very last month of 2009 working and working… yes contrary to what people is doing, taking holidays, clearing up leave, catch up with friends, yada yada yada. I spent most of my days in the office, I didn’t have any leave to clear obviously, and yes, I wish I could join my many friends who are clearing leave and spending afternoon in delicious and doing about Christmas shopping…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working during holiweek is usually quite fun, d boss cut you some slack, the people are merrier, your colleague offer you expired cookies . …(what turf!!!), you print photos from the office, you forward some forward emails, you go online and chat with your other friends who also work on holiweek…..and the list go on…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bac to the story, since I was having some holiweek mood,and I have some free time to kill…. I get to observe these funny people at my work place, and one of them is the sicko nut case workaholic. Being petite and obstruct by high cubicles, there is a advantage of me being able to observe them and they???... they dun even know that I practically existed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find human behavior rather amusing, that one person whom you usually project as fun and nice would act differently when the big boss is around, they are well guard of their actions and speech and because we do not operate in an IT industry or call centre when everyone cuts everyone slack, the tension would built up and it can be quite alarming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you that I work in an organization which my floor consist of mostly 95% women.  U can imagine the headache…every woman is a wonderwoman….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder how far can a woman go to be to considered a workaholic? &lt;br /&gt;What if she’s married?  Does she need time to shop, every woman enjoys that, buying clothes? Diapers ? milk ? groceries?&lt;br /&gt;Or does she rush home to go see her kids, unless its not hers? Duh…&lt;br /&gt;Or does she have responsibility to do at home? Cooking? Laundry? Ironing?&lt;br /&gt;Does she also pay the utilities at home?&lt;br /&gt;Would she prefer to stay single and not get married given a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;What is the joy of working like a donkey at office and at home and become restless and tired at the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;What gives ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1776024245876871151?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1776024245876871151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1776024245876871151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1776024245876871151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1776024245876871151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-is-satisfaction.html' title='where is the satisfaction?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-5863412807135289116</id><published>2010-01-05T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:02:48.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><title type='text'>Reflectios of 2009!</title><content type='html'>• Cough **&lt;br /&gt;• Coughs**&lt;br /&gt;My blog has been really dusty…..I’ve been attempting to get back on my blog for a long time, however, my life wasn’t on track and there were too many stuff that was going on ,thus the hiatus from my blog…also no mojo to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the happenings revolving in my life, the last quarter of 2009 has definitely been a life changing one. I have learnt that work is work, and shit is shit. No point arguing. Also, I’ve come to learn that people are in need of constant attention, love and communication, near or far, it’s what we are created for, also what we yearn for…not jus earning  bunch of moolas…where people are buying the things they dun need to impress the people they dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at 2009, I know am I very blessed because not only I get to travel to most of my favourite places but also with the people that I enjoyed most and cannot live without. They are  my crazy fanatic shopaholic friends with whom we spend about 6-8 hours shopping daily, my family who came by and joined, as well as the island escape in boracay and krabi with the person that I love most. I have the most amazing people in my life because these people are here to give me support, to share ideas, to give advice, to lend a shoulder to cry, to accompany you, and most importantly to shower you with love. I dun know about you, but I dun think there is a greater act of love that comes from within the heart. &lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I also get to do a sideline of my own business, attend fun workshops and getting back on track to study. Yup!.. you heard me right. I’m taking up classes now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been a great year for me, I did not make any resolution because I knew I would not fulfill any, nor did I make any big bucks, of lose any weight (cause that seems to be every girls resolutions), or make more  $$$$$!!!  2009 was a year of self-improvement year for me. I have learnt there are things you should let go, love that you should give, words that are never meant to be spoken. When I was younger, I used to be ignorant to what people would think or say about me and I would never be bothered and although I still hold very strongly to such belief the degree of this belief has gradually change and only applies to certain situation like criticism can gossips,  but I would blog about this again some other time. &lt;br /&gt;To wrap it up, I am looking forward for a great new year in 2010….. !and I wish the same for you too….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-5863412807135289116?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5863412807135289116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=5863412807135289116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5863412807135289116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5863412807135289116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflectios-of-2009.html' title='Reflectios of 2009!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-681201782437148961</id><published>2009-09-29T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T11:23:33.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>randomness..</title><content type='html'>If its not because I would be going on holiday, my mood wouldn’t be so chirpy as off today..in less than 36 hours I would leave my office cubicle to shopping paradise , sounds a tad pathetic but then again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would be on holiday again for approximately 3 weeks, randomness had bought me here to blog today, my blog is wayyyyyy too dusty and overdue, but it also means that my life had been very blissful that I have no time to blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-681201782437148961?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/681201782437148961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/681201782437148961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/09/randomness.html' title='randomness..'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-37107152279076522</id><published>2009-05-14T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:50:32.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thailand'/><title type='text'>Of lemongrass n dusit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Another &lt;/span&gt;is a very random post. Last night, before I go to bed, I slather on the body lotion that I took from the hotel on my feet last night, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know if u put lotion on your feet and then wear socks to sleep, u will have smooth heels the next day? It prevents you from having this ugly, hideous crack heels and u can wear those fancy shoes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the smell of lemongrass from the lotion reminds me of &lt;a href="http://www.dusit.com/"&gt;dusit thani&lt;/a&gt;, the place that I always stay in Bangkok. The friendly welcome “sawasdee” from the entrance of the lobby smells of lemongrass,  the 5-star service that I’ve been spoilt of, the variety of western and eastern breakfast when you open your eyes, the endless room service that I can call…&lt;br /&gt;Now Bangkok is just not that save to travel and I have been bumming a lot at home….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to make my sheets when I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to boil water because I need it for coffee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to do my laundry and forgot to sent them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that newspaper does not deliver to my room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I need to buy juices to stock up my fridge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I need to on the heater and that there are no new fresh towels in my shower,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot so many stuff, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that I am back at home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back at home, I didn’t realize how much I been taking for granted of the services that I had in the hotel, now it seems that doing all  this tiny little stuff takes quite some of my time , but then again all this errands that I’ve done makes me realize that the services provided are equally important and doing it myself, I learn to appreciate the tiny stuff that my mum have always done for me and everyone back at home . Everything was also washed, cleaned and put back into the place so we children could easily find them. My mum did not have housekeeping department or room service; she was the chef, the cleaner, the designer, the baker, the driver, the HOME MAKER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming bac home,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SguUUA5jD3I/AAAAAAAAARs/cGk-aKebMAA/s1600-h/13052009485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SguUUA5jD3I/AAAAAAAAARs/cGk-aKebMAA/s200/13052009485.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335521255110152050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it’s like being in dusit,your mum does everything for, home is where the heart is and it will certainly smell of lemongrass too,well ..because slathering on lotion from dusit  is going to last for quite some time too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-37107152279076522?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/37107152279076522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=37107152279076522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/37107152279076522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/37107152279076522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-lemongrass-n-dusit.html' title='Of lemongrass n dusit'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SguUUA5jD3I/AAAAAAAAARs/cGk-aKebMAA/s72-c/13052009485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6144746755877533985</id><published>2009-05-09T11:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:48:10.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>a new member in my family..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;having &lt;/span&gt;live with seven has not been an easy task, especially when there are five ladies in the house, my sister is trying to strike  a balance now by recruiting another male species ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with three rooms already occupied upstairs and almost spilling over, one could imagine how we could fit another member back here in my mother's place.  It's been a few weeks now and i think we are getting adapted to the newest member in our family already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can we not welcome a cute member in our family, my sister has been a proud mother and by all the research she is doing, one should give her credit for preparing to give our newest member much comfort with every tiny -detailed little stuff ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behold.... our cutest member and also a superstar in the house now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SgT38xcpEqI/AAAAAAAAARc/TeAGc2HcCkQ/s1600-h/02052009429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SgT38xcpEqI/AAAAAAAAARc/TeAGc2HcCkQ/s200/02052009429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333660482151191202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SgT38g7VJlI/AAAAAAAAARU/lA82YkHOE8w/s1600-h/08052009481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SgT38g7VJlI/AAAAAAAAARU/lA82YkHOE8w/s200/08052009481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333660477716506194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUBBY PAK...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAK.. is his last name...because that's what we call him, also what everyone in the house calls him, he has been quite famous now, everyday mostly, in different time of the day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a pet lover myself because i just like to play with them but hate responsibility and commitment,  but one can't help looking  at chubby because he'll cheer you up by doing some really funny faces and some funky moves....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6144746755877533985?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6144746755877533985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6144746755877533985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6144746755877533985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6144746755877533985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-member-in-my-family.html' title='a new member in my family..'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SgT38xcpEqI/AAAAAAAAARc/TeAGc2HcCkQ/s72-c/02052009429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-4920924176301947254</id><published>2009-04-19T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:58:31.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>i wonder....</title><content type='html'>Defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually dun feel this way but when it comes to love I become weak, I’ve been trying to find the right words to say but this has been the hardest… an I’m still lost….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I wonder if I had made the right decision,I wonder if the sleepless night was worth it, or the endless tears would wash away hurts that could never heal; I wonder if I skipped my meals would anyone notice that I am alright?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if religion is important? That people would spend time understanding it, I wonder if my faith is strong, that its enough to overcome the past and courage to move on? I wonder if I am able to breathe new life to my soul ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there is a program to install love? or to make someone human? I wonder if ever I was given a chance, would I do it again or would I do something different? I wonder…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-4920924176301947254?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4920924176301947254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=4920924176301947254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4920924176301947254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4920924176301947254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder....'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7992377084241882146</id><published>2009-04-01T13:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:07:05.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thailand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>sawadee.....</title><content type='html'>Sawasdee..... is what u greet people when u see people here in bangkok, unlike the Malaysian style "sudah makan? " we say sawadee here..ends with kaa if your are girl or kup if your are a guy, krup if you are neither..... being a part of bangkokians is not much fun at all, especially when everyone walks a lot. there is no point taking a freaking tuk-tuk or catching a cab when the speed is an average or 25km per hour, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well walk to the BTS station and then walk some more again back to your hotel... i manage to bring my brother go sight-seeing while he was having a school break back in Malaysia. this is my bro amazed by the traffic jam every minute in bangkok, we were taking the other direction, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SdMIE6wiBgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nuh3D7kbhMk/s1600-h/26032009320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SdMIE6wiBgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nuh3D7kbhMk/s320/26032009320.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319604465439999490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was too congested to go thru sukhvumit road...(sukhumit road is the longest and busiest street everyday , something like jalan sultan ismail, jalan p.ramlee back in kuala lumpur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought him shopping of course, in the heart of the city, Yaowarat!!! ..means chinatown in bangkok, its near to hua lam phong station...or u can take a mrt there...but i reckon u that anyone should take a cab to Chinatown from the mrt, its a loooooong walk from there... when i say long , it means at least 20mins walk....unless you can really walk but malaysian will opt to take tuk -tuk or cab...cost not more than 50B or RM 5..anything more means you've been taken for a ride.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro was amazed not only by the amount of stuff sold in chinatown , but also the smells the he pick up evry now and then, the are local thais selling main dishes with sweet and sour aroma and the opposite you have chinese -thai selling fish maws,with dried squid... now put the smell together and learn to distinguish which is aroma and which is smelly...i really have no idea at all....but here are some pics for you to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# one of the shop in chinatown selling fish maws..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SdMKNINml3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9V6RvHPKxW4/s1600-h/26032009321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SdMKNINml3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/9V6RvHPKxW4/s320/26032009321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319606805513803634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the fish stomach here are pretty cheap compare to those back home in malaysia, or sabah or china...one packet is about RM 12 and its about 500G... fried one i mean...but mostly are fried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can also get shitake mushrooms here which is very cheap.... the chinatown in bangkok is much bigger than the one in kuala lumpur, say at least 10 times bigger, and the road 2 times smaller,very narrow.... everything congested in the bustling life instead of chinatown...the end of chinatown actually sells more accessories and jeweleries one can imagine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# the width of the road in chinatown itself, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SdMOYtXOMwI/AAAAAAAAARE/dl4x5BM5Axw/s1600-h/26032009322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SdMOYtXOMwI/AAAAAAAAARE/dl4x5BM5Axw/s320/26032009322.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319611402511332098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;only motorsai are accessible via this lane, if the cab driver choose to drops you off, then jus let them drop you off at the main street , the main street would look a little bit like hong kong, mong kok street... if you dun know how mong kok in hong kong would looks like then go figure :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinatown is a must see when visiting bangkok. of course you can also go see pat pong , then again people like me would have no interest in pat pong or you could go to the flaoting market but its about 1.5 hours drive from bangkok itself..we spend almost half a day in bangkok,chinatown. there is a lot to see and also a lot to eat if you like bird nest and shark fin, along some corners u may find food vendors selling fish stomach with bamboo shoots, try it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of chinatown would be thieves market, you may see a lot of Nepal and Pakistani in the street there..its not called thieves market if you think people there look like thives, or occasionally one or two may look like one :P , the nepal and pakistanis mainly sell cloth...you may be suprise that they actually speak fluent thai and english... they sell cloth in bulk...they are also sisha but the stuff are sent to pattaya or other tourist attraction places in the coast of thailand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our journey ended around 4pm local time.... we were very tired when we reached the hotel. also  exhausted from all the walking... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for chinatown , more photos later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7992377084241882146?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7992377084241882146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7992377084241882146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7992377084241882146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7992377084241882146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/04/sawadee.html' title='sawadee.....'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SdMIE6wiBgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nuh3D7kbhMk/s72-c/26032009320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-5879792529601323295</id><published>2009-03-11T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:52:26.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>101 ideas to suprise your loved one</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt; do you do when your boyfriend decided to come home early and give a surprise so that you would be in total shock when you sees him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No, its not going for fine dining…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and NO, it not attending some live band…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, you come here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Sbfc0VHy3QI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hGMWIFUVpxM/s1600-h/11032009278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Sbfc0VHy3QI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hGMWIFUVpxM/s320/11032009278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311957077087935746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s 11.30 now and every freaking person I know is either lazing at home or watching tv, joey would probably be sleeping and dreaming about prince charming riding in white horse to come and save her….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came over to the pantry to load some cappuccino for myself…..and boy do I wish I have this in my office..ok ok..i look like sakai cause my office is so cool, smacked in solaris and yet dun have some thinga magica like this….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SbfdJWh-zyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4YupD3qCk6w/s1600-h/11032009279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SbfdJWh-zyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4YupD3qCk6w/s320/11032009279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311957438243458850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the crazy boss who is pathetic and stingy? U think she will reward the thinga magica for me like this? Likely not la…. So (tai fong meh)generous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think multi national company are jus so cool, ok ok….like I said it again, I am sakai la, cause I’m working for a small company and I dun have like two freaking microwave which says “HALAL” and “NON-HALAL” ..i only have one which everything goes whether you like it to be halal or not……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, I really should be signing off now cause my boyfriend would think that I’m having a great time in his office…which I dun…. cause I wanna go bac to my bed to sleep…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-5879792529601323295?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5879792529601323295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=5879792529601323295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5879792529601323295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5879792529601323295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/03/101-ideas-to-suprise-your-loved-one.html' title='101 ideas to suprise your loved one'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Sbfc0VHy3QI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hGMWIFUVpxM/s72-c/11032009278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7075174053860537522</id><published>2009-03-10T17:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:44:28.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>My new love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve&lt;/span&gt; been busy lately at home, I cant wait to get off after work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new love now is occupying most of my time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very exicited,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i look forward to go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no!&lt;/span&gt; I am not talking about orgasm if that is what you thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever since having crappy wardrobe and increasing number of clothes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have transport all my clothes in my luggages which looks like a bunch of crap and loads of crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Voila. ....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transforming....this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SbYz7j9rR4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/3q4PVFvT3fw/s1600-h/07032009251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SbYz7j9rR4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/3q4PVFvT3fw/s200/07032009251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311489908889307010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THIS ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SbY0RVOiKDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aFwmny9Rwmk/s1600-h/09032009266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SbY0RVOiKDI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aFwmny9Rwmk/s200/09032009266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311490282890602546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SbY0E8XVkpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/EHtM-yf06XA/s1600-h/09032009267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SbY0E8XVkpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/EHtM-yf06XA/s200/09032009267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311490070058209938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, the light was bought by Mr.B, he says its the moon....+__+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dun wanna know what else he said but i did mentioned him not to stand under the moon, incase he turn into a werewolf....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dun think the movie underworld  is nice ok? ok gettin a bit lame now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I've been busy hanging all my dresses, tops, and categories them in their respective places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..my dresses finds its place call home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7075174053860537522?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7075174053860537522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7075174053860537522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7075174053860537522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7075174053860537522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-love.html' title='My new love'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SbYz7j9rR4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/3q4PVFvT3fw/s72-c/07032009251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-3155414827147077549</id><published>2009-03-06T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:33:13.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Bac home with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve&lt;/span&gt; been having dinner without the person that I adore for the very past few days, and as time flies, the days had turn to weeks and I’ve always hated when we are separated for a long time. Long time for me means more than a week, I dun care if u think I’m crazy or others think that a week is still tolerable because for me it is not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday was a very bad day for me, I did call him to tell that I was pretty much quite sick with work, and my lady boss is jus breathing down my neck as the exhibition days approach.. there were so many stuff to follow up especially when handover list and so many stuff she wanna change here n there. I jus need to get done. Yes, I complained over the phone and I needed attention and I needed him over , if its possible, to comfort me , to hug me, to make me feel better….of course there were worst problem that he was facing at work because he had explained that he was gonna be busy during this time of the month. But it still didn’t stop me from complaining and sulking to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“ you know what? I’ll take the next flight home”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ what? Why….? I tot u haf work ??” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“ perhaps you would feel better …..i’ll see you in the evening then…take care baby”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the sweetest thing…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-3155414827147077549?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/3155414827147077549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=3155414827147077549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3155414827147077549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3155414827147077549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/03/bac-home-with-love.html' title='Bac home with love'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8011356927418994380</id><published>2009-02-26T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:07:00.355+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>No more ole-ole Bali!</title><content type='html'>I miss having good food for lunch these days.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having rice.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel like having instant noodle, &lt;br /&gt;Most of the time i feel like having latte after my lunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every morning i feel like having nasi lemak,&lt;br /&gt;but muesli is all i stick to til end of next month,&lt;br /&gt;in between work, i feel like munching on snacks,&lt;br /&gt;cookies are my favourite,&lt;br /&gt;but i can only munch on fruits now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhh.....losing weight frustrates me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SaYFDykgHdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TZeRv1PXftw/s1600-h/17022009219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SaYFDykgHdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TZeRv1PXftw/s200/17022009219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306934773575327186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...from now till end of march, i have to forget all these,&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a strict diet and i wanna lose my flabs around me,&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, my colleague is here to accompany me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss having ole ole bali for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i damn emo when i look at the sambal ok.?&lt;br /&gt;i love spicy food...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8011356927418994380?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8011356927418994380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8011356927418994380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8011356927418994380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8011356927418994380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-more-ole-ole-bali.html' title='No more ole-ole Bali!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SaYFDykgHdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/TZeRv1PXftw/s72-c/17022009219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-5898986470199845299</id><published>2009-02-23T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:53:56.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sampat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Mat tow tak....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since I was angry with B for several days, he has not taken any initiative to make me happy….or perhaps I’m too stubborn to be happy in front of him….B is a person that I care about but I will blog about him another time k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, he had given me a letter  …consisting of three coupons cutely drawn and sign by him…. Which I find rather cute and charming.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself staring at the coupons, giggling and trying to make full use of the coupons  that B had gave me......&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been given three coupons by B to use with no expiry date and no limit.&lt;br /&gt;Well the coupons given and drawn by him is called “ mat tow tak”..meaning?...anything also can….&lt;br /&gt;It can be use for anything …&lt;br /&gt;For a holiday &lt;br /&gt;For a Back rub&lt;br /&gt;For a handbag&lt;br /&gt;For a car&lt;br /&gt;For being my driver &lt;br /&gt;For a house…waaa seh…..not possible la….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the list can go on,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wonder why he didn’t give me one instead ?? &lt;br /&gt;could it be possible to request for unlimited mat tow tak with the one coupons I have…..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be total awesome ness!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u think ? what should I do with the coupons?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-5898986470199845299?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5898986470199845299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=5898986470199845299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5898986470199845299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5898986470199845299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/02/ever-since-i-was-angry-with-b-for.html' title='Mat tow tak....'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6297055487887453986</id><published>2009-02-19T17:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:10:54.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sampat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Version 1.01</title><content type='html'>My auntie had came down from china during chinese new year 09, ever since she married the ducth guy...she had moved to Holland and then my uncle was transferred to China to an international school there.... who speaks chinese &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(not bad for a dutch guy, even better than me)&lt;/span&gt;, i actually have not seen her for quite sometime, moreover...i did not realise how much she actually looks like my dad only until recently... ( u guys should come bac more often, it's really fun!! )&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SZ0wET1h-_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/F30yv5JPjAQ/s1600-h/DSC08283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SZ0wET1h-_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/F30yv5JPjAQ/s200/DSC08283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304448786714721266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps when i was very very young, i never thought that people can grow old, your aunty would always remain like that in your memory when they left you...(in this case, she had left Holland)..my brain jus cant generate how she would adapt wrinkles or eyebags unless she send me photos of herself.. don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and secondly when you were very young, who would had thought that my aunty is suppose to be my father sister cause my mother would have a hard time explaining to me what is relative, and why we call her aunty and how come my aunty also have the same parents like my dad....but why she would be holding hands with another guy which is completely different from us, blah blah blah....i can be quite annoying for a kid. my question would never end.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my story, since my dad is the eldest child, he was the first version that my grandma produced, my aunty just look like the girl version..and its really funny when my siblings talk about it..she is a version of V1.01 cause my dad is V1.00...(my dad gotta be the orginal rite?)...and thus my uncle was categorise under V.1.03 who seems to be fatter version....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compare to me, i may never look like any of my siblings, thats because i'm much prettier..or perhaps i'm jus anak kutip..maybe my real parents are rich tycoon....&lt;br /&gt;ok ok la, i know what u will say...dun dream so much rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being the eldest, version 1.00 is the authentic one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dun think so meh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6297055487887453986?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6297055487887453986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6297055487887453986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6297055487887453986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6297055487887453986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/02/version-101.html' title='Version 1.01'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SZ0wET1h-_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/F30yv5JPjAQ/s72-c/DSC08283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-724828847005125856</id><published>2009-02-13T17:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:50:58.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Grandpa, grandpa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;is a story of a man who was admitted to hospital due to uti, urinary tract infection, go wiki if u wanna know more, but it's a problem where there is a frequent urge to urinate and a painful, burning feeling in the area of the bladder or urethra during urination. Also feeling over—tired, shaky, washed out—and and even painful even when not urinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's not the point of my story,this man i was referring to is my grandfather. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SZtpRzE1z4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Abc-RhC2dIY/s1600-h/09022009205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SZtpRzE1z4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Abc-RhC2dIY/s320/09022009205.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303948740648095618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is him waiting for all my uncles to come a.k.a his sons...and my mum which is the daughter. he was admitted to A &amp; E at 11 am, because it was a Sunday, and he could not wait for monday because monday was also a public holiday which is thaipusam...and i dun think any human could have waited for so long to be saved....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was already in pain and feeling discomfort all over on the saturday, he tried to call everyone (his sons) on the sunday morning, &lt;br /&gt;as usual my uncles have all turn to deaf ears because they were all too busy with their own lives and their schedule...my mum was like 100 km away and the only person whom my grandpa could actually reach was me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We admitted him and he was unto all this tube up and down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it breaks my hearts to see him in soo much pain because the nurses were hostile as they tried to poke his veins for av..grandpa still tried to remain macho even in his seventy &lt;br /&gt;he tried to take the pain..but i could see how hard he had grasp the handle of the chair, i could see his knuckles turn white and i knew it was not jus a wee bit pain....which  he told me later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;siu siu thong la &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; which mean (jus a little bit pain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many hours in the ward he stood n stand, occasionally he fell asleep perhaps about 5-15 mins, but he keep waking up cause he said he was not comfortable sleeping in the hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he keep asking me if all my uncles knew he was admitted....(duh! of course they knew)&lt;br /&gt;but they didnt turned up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each hour from 2 pm onwards. my grandpa keep asking me if my uncles knew which ward he was admitted,i assure him that i ...jus like him... had call all of them to come and see their ONLY FATHER .... but none of my uncles called, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nor did they bother about their own father being admitted in the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;or what was his condition,&lt;br /&gt;or whether it was serious,&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps jus call me to speak to him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ...!!!they did nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do wonder sometimes what is so important than the person who raise them up...&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa may not be a good father because life was difficult last time,(which i will blog about another time, when i have time, geddit ? nevermind...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all my uncles (in this case is 3 of them)were having their own business and each of them are living quite a good life,sometimes.... it's their wife who scares me....&lt;br /&gt;well...actually.... most of the time their wife scares me....&lt;br /&gt;but how can they be so caught up??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would my cousin go and see their own father who is admitted in the hospital when they are old one day? (which in this case is my uncles and my cousins; is their son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further more, my uncles have been staying in a radius not more than 5km from my grandparents...and what could normal malaysian be doing on a sunday except lazing around at home or shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather complaint,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little while he would ask me to list down items he need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little while more he would say that he dun need them all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later he would need another blanket,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or what if he get hungry at 12.30 am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is so random i tell you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more random than me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally when it was about 7.30 pm,i guess that they all came and make a great entry of course, bringing my grandmother as well as the entire troop...i think the whole bed was crowded....more than 10 people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandfather complaint and grumble a little when he saw my cousins, but i knew deep inside his heart, &lt;br /&gt;he was glad,&lt;br /&gt;he was happy, &lt;br /&gt;their presence means more than the dessert that my grandma brought,&lt;br /&gt;althought i think, the dessert is good enough to make him happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later before i leave he told he wanted Kay f See ??&lt;br /&gt;his favourite KFC....with mash potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite demanding also for a patient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But KFC also KFC la....what else can a grandfather ask for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like he can play PS3 or PSP?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-724828847005125856?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/724828847005125856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=724828847005125856' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/724828847005125856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/724828847005125856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/02/grandpa-grandpa.html' title='Grandpa, grandpa!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SZtpRzE1z4I/AAAAAAAAAPs/Abc-RhC2dIY/s72-c/09022009205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1040467289256688002</id><published>2009-02-13T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:07:49.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sampat'/><title type='text'>My biggest ang pau - Part 2</title><content type='html'>before you read this part 2,&lt;br /&gt;read part 1 &lt;a href="http://http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-your-biggest-ang-pow.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before chinese new year (CNY), i did ask PETTY if we have any off day because our company is so particular.....about feng shui.... and usually chinaman company distribute bonuses before the reunion dinner as well and ang pau for first day work after cny....i had ask her such question so that i could inform the accounts dept. what to prepare such sum......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll, for a start....we did not have any off day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start work on the 3rd day unless we obtained leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no  dinner cause heck...she was going off to Japan for holiday, who needs the dinner when she's not even there feasting it [at least approved us to book a table under company also dun have]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonus? no need to say lo...i didnt even complete a whole year as a staff, no bonus for me...so i thought maybe a pro-rate would do me good la since i also got contribute towards the project ma....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro rate also dun have....[sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind la...if that don't have, surely there is a special ang pau for my hard work.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 23rd january PETTY SAID SOMETHING WHICH GOES LIKE THIS " last time when i word, i never expect any ang pau from my boss wan, cause why should any staff be any special from the other, anyway, since i wont be seeing you..Gong xi Fa cai!" and leave she office at 3.15 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH...MY...GOSH!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.....that's it? that's her ang pow...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after Chinese new year, and some chat with my friends and family , i've decided....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of PETTY giving me an ang pau, i should give her one ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one that requires her to no longer give me any in the future also.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENG! JENG! JENG! JENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIGGEST ANG POW TO HER ...i resign lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa lagi? (what else) when she came bac, it was  still chinese new year ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETTY was shocked la,, after explaining to her that i wanted to resign and some stories la that i made up plus all her schemes in conning me to do her project and not getting paid as per package mention...(why?u think i won't tell her ar??)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her that i would not consider staying on.NOT OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hell to work in a kedekut company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she handed me an ang pau..inside got RM 50...(i opened it later la of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she also mentioned to my colleague that she wanted to give dinner but no time to -re-schedule cause she wanted to give a surprise to everyone ..which i find is SUPER LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND she would implement thaipusam n federal teritorry as holiday since we not entitled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffttt!! People wann leave , PETTY can say any bull sH**T? am i not right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll be serving my notice and i'll be off for holidays soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dun find me ya in Solaris..but i don't mind if u wanna belanja me Tenji...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surely will come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1040467289256688002?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1040467289256688002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1040467289256688002' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1040467289256688002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1040467289256688002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-biggest-ang-pau-part-2.html' title='My biggest ang pau - Part 2'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-425935074613461677</id><published>2009-02-05T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:22:15.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>What is your biggest ang pow.......</title><content type='html'>Ever since i've joined the new company here in Solaris, work pretty much sucks... there is saying that goes you cant have both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both for me means a good pay, the other would be a good boss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous job had me a good boss, but i work like a cow, monday to friday, half day on saturday, sometimes i have sms coming to me at night to remind me of the task i need to do tomorrow from my boss when i was bac in my old firm. however, the boss would make it up by buying me some fancy lunch or tea break. (i'm so easily satiesfied ...haiz....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, he was very nice...i guess it must be the feeling or remorse over the salary he had issues every month.... he must must had known that i knew about his monthly expenses that cost 4 times my salary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after being working like a cow for more than 2 years or so, i finally call it quit and i moved on..... here to solaris, mont kiara......for a higher salary...&lt;br /&gt;not that high but high enough for my monthly expenses la....i'm not director or ceo..how much salary u think i will have???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus the saying, you cant have both...my current boss...let's give HER a name..PETTY ...is the most calculative, stingy, indecisive, crazy, pathetic, moody ,insane, boss one can ever have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been here for 6 months and i think PETTY is starting to get on my nerves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives instruction like a police officer, with a squeaky tone.....&lt;br /&gt;its really scary.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning Petty looks like every ordinary lady boss who is eager for you to join their firm, in the interview, she would suggest cool hang out places in solaris and that you will be appraise once you've completed the project,and i only work 5 days, monday to friday, i get to go oversea and everything is been paid for, meal, accomodation,blah blah blah.... or even better u get to override the commission if the project is good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my oh my.....i was naive...and the terms n conditions were too good to be true....it was as sexy as my backside,i tell u...i mean the terms were attractive....of course i accepted the offer without hesitation.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to find out that my first asignment to kk, not only she paid for my expenses but she also provide me with a roomie, which is one of her sales staff to share room wid me...she also provided breakfast but not in the hotel, at the sum not more than RM 8 in whereever place i wanna eat and whatever extra that i cannot claim.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty impressive right!..the overridding commission was more impressive, it seems that there was a threshold in obtaining it, that the sales team would close the deal, and i would only overide half of half..means not even enough to buy toothbrush n tootpaste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats worse, PETTY actually complained to one of my colleague that i'm calculative for submitting my claims....that is the paling hebat sekali....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before chinese new year (CNY), i did ask PETTY if we have any off day because our company is so particular.....about feng shui.... and usually chinaman company distribute bonuses before the reunion dinner as well and ang pau for first day work after cny....i had ask her such question so that i could inform the accounts dept. what to prepare such sum......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll, for a start....we did not have any off day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start work on the 3rd day unless we obtained leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reunion dinner and and pau??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what was her reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETTY is quite creative.. u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-425935074613461677?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/425935074613461677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=425935074613461677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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more boring than playing free cell in office?</title><content type='html'>the time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.57 pm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m figuring out if I should move the seven hearts above so that I can have allowance to move my queen….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing free cell a minute ago and I could not find any better reason to start work despite its almost the end of the day……..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though working in solaris is much fun especially when the sun sets, basically coping the day time in office totally sucks…especially when there is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No increment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No performance appraisal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bonus leave.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No annual trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hoi kong makan ( you usually have this lunch/dinner for chinaman company)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No free lunch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big ang pau..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Need I say more????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6975789148701003847?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6975789148701003847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6975789148701003847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6975789148701003847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6975789148701003847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-life-be-more-boring-than-playing.html' title='Can life be more boring than playing free cell in office?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-2146830126511414450</id><published>2009-01-26T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:35:50.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>The Day You Went Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQ_pZGV6CZI"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQ_pZGV6CZI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uQ_pZGV6CZI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wonder could it be&lt;br /&gt;When I was dreaming 'bout you baby&lt;br /&gt;You were dreaming of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, call me blind&lt;br /&gt;To still be suffering is stupid&lt;br /&gt;After all of this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I lose my love to someone better&lt;br /&gt;And does she love you like I do&lt;br /&gt;I do, you know I really really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey&lt;br /&gt;So much I need to say&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;So sad but true&lt;br /&gt;For me there's only you&lt;br /&gt;Been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember date and time&lt;br /&gt;September twenty second&lt;br /&gt;Sunday twenty five after nine&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway with your case&lt;br /&gt;No longer shouting at each other&lt;br /&gt;There were tears on our faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were letting go of something special&lt;br /&gt;Something we'll never have again&lt;br /&gt;I know, I guess I really really know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey&lt;br /&gt;So much I need to say&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;So sad but true&lt;br /&gt;For me there's only you&lt;br /&gt;Been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I lose my love to someone better&lt;br /&gt;And does she love you like I do&lt;br /&gt;I do, you know I really really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hey&lt;br /&gt;So much I need to say&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;So sad but true&lt;br /&gt;For me there's only you&lt;br /&gt;Been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we never know&lt;br /&gt;What we've got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;How could I carry on&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been missing you&lt;br /&gt;So much I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-2146830126511414450?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/2146830126511414450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=2146830126511414450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2146830126511414450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2146830126511414450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-you-went-away.html' title='The Day You Went Away'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-5605839232767132427</id><published>2008-11-03T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:35:52.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>working or chillin'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ fancy place” &lt;/span&gt;that was what one my closest friend told me when I told him where I worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only office suite beside plaza Mont Kiara would have to be Solaris, developed by Sunrise of course. I’m not a fan of Mont Kiara but my new work place somehow ended up here in Solaris. Loads of franchise here like haagen daz, ole-ole bali, garage, Michelangelo,  fancy Korean and Japanese restaurant; not to mentioned that the night life is quite happening with the existing pub around the corner. Then again, the parking here is really terrible, people would park anywhere, everywhere as long there is a space, even though  there are ample parking space in the basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find Malaysian people quite amusing because these people can be driving a beemer, a Toyota alphrad and not to mentioned the fancy S- Class Merc which are very expensive to be found double park everywhere in solaris, risking their cars to scratches and dust when all they have to do is pay a fixed RM 1 for a basement parking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my first day here in Solaris, I’ve been eating very blah food here because not only the food are expensive, they are also tasteless. I really miss “chap Fun” (mixed rice ) where you have a balance of vegetables, meat and variety of drinks. Anyone wanna open up a restaurant here selling CHAP Fun? I really can guarantee return because the office crowd here is really amazing. Or Japanese food like bento set is not too bad too….i’ve been visiting this Japanese restaurant here in Solaris ever since they offer the Japanese set lunch, its as good as inchi-ban in Hartamas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food,  I feel like getting myself a quick caffeine fix now, starbucks or coffeebean? Did I also mentioned  that you can choose between o ‘briens, coffee bean or starbucks?  It may not be an ultimate place to work, but its sure an ultimate place to run away from a while if you dun wanna be at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now..appointment at killiney kopitiam…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-5605839232767132427?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5605839232767132427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=5605839232767132427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5605839232767132427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5605839232767132427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/11/working-or-chillin.html' title='working or chillin&apos;?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-3368126745447297585</id><published>2008-10-10T15:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:55:43.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>Invest in Australian dollar!</title><content type='html'>Today the Australian dollar went down, I spent my hours in the day time chauffeuring my boss to exchange cash, her sources tell her that never in history that the dollar had drop so much and if any of you who are planning to go there, dun wait and go exchange now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even After a few hours of driving from bank to bank cashing out monies and changing into aus, the dollar went slightly up, so if any of you have extra cash in hand, jus go n play a little while, but please do not indulge in to forex. It’s always a no-no! and no offence to those who are playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone know the reason why it drop so much? ….no seriously, I dun know..please update me if you guys have info…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-3368126745447297585?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/3368126745447297585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=3368126745447297585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3368126745447297585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3368126745447297585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/10/invest-in-australian-dollar.html' title='Invest in Australian dollar!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1675202585073602900</id><published>2008-10-03T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:19:40.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Need to update more often!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ever since taking up this new job, I realise that I haven’t got the time to blog and my blog looks like its covered with spider perhaps layered of dust. To add things worse, there isn’t any access to broadband because I’m been travelling quite often. Time past really fast and i noticed that my blog has been left idle for 3 months.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;There were times when I was waiting at the lounge after checking- in the airport, I’ve been inspired by the people around me doing their thing and I really wanted to blog about life and how each individual is so caught up doing their thing. But everytime after the flight, my draft will continue to stay at the draft inbox and never really make it to the post that I wanted to blog about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyways, I would like to give a big shout out to all my Muslims friends “ Selamat Hari Raya maaf Zahir batin” and remember to give me a call cause I love eating rending… ok kidding..but if you do open house, call me k?..lol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Also, my next trip would be in east Malaysia, K.K, so any of you guys who are going to be there, please gimme a call, we go eat scrumptious seafood k?.. the locals said that the seafood in K.K is really good and really cheap….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                       *                      *                              *                              *              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On the other hand…….the market for property has been very slow lately, that’s is why I have some time to blog, which does not sounds like a good news. Many investors who previously bought property are now selling off their property because they wanna have more cash in hand, which means there is now more supply than demand. Also, the increase price in petrol and everything is not helping any better….but then again, if you have ample amount of cash, the right time to buy is now cause after recession, people will start to buy property again, and the price will go up and you have high possibility selling off your property at  a later market and reap a return for 100% in the near future. Then again, its all my prediction. ..lets come back to this post and check out again if my prediction were true.  : p....gotta work now, i'll update you guys with my recent awesome shopping trip to bangkok as well as what gwailos do when they are there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1675202585073602900?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1675202585073602900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1675202585073602900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1675202585073602900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1675202585073602900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/10/need-to-update-more-often.html' title='Need to update more often!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-3538349264752272594</id><published>2008-07-10T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:53:29.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Remembering you for who you are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I was down with flu and fever,as I sip the hot milo, I remembered you;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;How you would come to comfort me when I’m not well,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;How you would cover me with the sheets jus to keep me warm, and you would make me a cuppa of anything hot..yes, I would love to have that….to be embraced by you even though you know that I’m sick, it feels good….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;to be loved;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;to be hugged;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;to be kissed at the forehead assuring me that i will be okay;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;“ hey, what are you daydreaming about?” my mum broke my thoughts....my reminiscence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;i saw my reflection in my coffee; and the reflection turn into yours; i see you...&lt;br /&gt;i see your smile;&lt;br /&gt;i see you assuring me again;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stir the coffee with the spoon i held with my thumb; the reflection has gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stays the same now, everything has change, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;For now and also for the future,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;the coffee that i drank is half full ; or half empty &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;whatever you want it to be; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;because it has always been your calling;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;i could only wish the best to you because you always had, and will always be!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-3538349264752272594?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/3538349264752272594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=3538349264752272594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3538349264752272594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3538349264752272594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/07/remembering-you-for-who-you-are.html' title='Remembering you for who you are!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-5706368319922426672</id><published>2008-05-24T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:18:41.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sampat'/><title type='text'>what i do on boring days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;o... the other day i was so so bored, i've decided to do the big-mac chant, the well known  chant, i'm a bit too old for this because my sister gave me those look "+ _+ when i told her that i went to take the challenge;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dun ask me why i did it because i know people who knows me knows that i will not do it but i did it...&lt;br /&gt;okay, if that was confusing enough, i really did not know why i initially wanted to do it but i redeem  2 big-mac, both within 3 secs!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a fast food lover because fast food sucks!!! so my camera guys gets the hamburger! ( i actually have it recorded) : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; by the way, if you want to watch the video, you can gimme a call and i'll sent it to you personally because i feel shy on camera... ( very malu to put it up here also)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-5706368319922426672?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5706368319922426672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=5706368319922426672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5706368319922426672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5706368319922426672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-i-do-on-boring-days.html' title='what i do on boring days!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-4264129419282100311</id><published>2008-05-20T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:16:27.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>My emo days are coming bac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes,&lt;/span&gt; life pretty sucks these few days , apart from dating, I really have no idea where my life is heading towards now.. I’m in a dilemma where my passion is still for property and whether I should really pursue it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the other hand, I’m dying for a break, perhaps an escape island to the tropical beach where mobile phone doesn’t exist!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;City life making me mad and I wanna go home ( sing along Michael buble song)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, I’m geetin emo now, so when I’m not so emo I will give a good post!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chiaoz!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-4264129419282100311?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4264129419282100311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=4264129419282100311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4264129419282100311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4264129419282100311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-emo-days-are-coming-bac.html' title='My emo days are coming bac!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-454780342821652852</id><published>2008-05-08T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:28:35.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>For being there......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been missing my ex-colleague ever since I’ve quitted my job, not that my job was a really cool job but because I have really cool colleagues and we travel and have our session of makan –makan every now and then..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Z: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would really miss all the gossiping session that we shared, and truly you’re the one that always has open discussion also for the advice which is sometimes not so advisable but soothing to the ears when I’m really tied-up with work, Also for giving me word of encouragement when I needed it the most. will never forget our indulgence for tea break and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lunch break…. You’re truly a great friend to share stories with….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Big Sister C:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Honestly, I dun think she would have the time to read this but I jus want to know that C,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;you have been very modest throughout my days in OR, you are the very first person that I get to know and also the very last person I can forget! You make life seems so simple at times even thou what you go through is not easy everyday. You make me realize that there are more important things in life rather to get angry and be emotional over very small matters. You are the sweetest cause you choose your words properly and you would never intent to hurt anyone, you’re the nicest and you’re a great example for being this super patient person, you earn my respect especially when it comes to pleasing your husband. I can never forget that! C, thank you for being there…. You will always be remembered…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To JacQ :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the most out-going award, you are truly one person that fits the endurance test. From appointment to appointment, you never failed to impress me with your battery charged and the numerous energy that comes from within yourself. You observance and patient i will try to adopt; you remind me that time is essence because I seems to failed when it comes to running from one place from another. You can do that! JAC, thank you for being the person you are … I wish that above all you will always be positive in life!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Ms. J :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although you barely join us, but I truly enjoy the times we shared together, you make me laugh with you examples in life and your character is truly a classic comedy. You make simple things look difficult and difficult things look simple, in other way or another, you never fail to amuse me! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Datin Joo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although we got off at a very bad start, I can assure you that the days we travel are truly and experiencing one. I will always remember the emo days that I need to go through few times in a week because you had a rough ride also the emo days that other staffs have to suffer. You remind me to bring my smile to work and to end my day with laughter. Of course, there are also great times after work when we paint the town red! :P, your conversation are the funniest ever especially when you add colourful vocabulary into the simple sentences that we talk each day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Uncle foo;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You remind me how a great dad can become; also they way u makan your food is simply hilarious… your jokes in office are the worst and the most pervert one, however in person you are a very nice man…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To the names that are not written here , well it doesn’t mean that you are not remembered... All of you are important and, I jus want you to know that I really appreciate all of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-454780342821652852?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/454780342821652852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=454780342821652852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/454780342821652852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/454780342821652852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-being-there.html' title='For being there......'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6234155084679988726</id><published>2008-04-18T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:01:20.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>“What is your Forte ?”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What is your Forte ?” the architect asked my boss, dressed in blue stripes shirt with white lines, you can almost see all the wrinkles on his shirt. His hair was in a mess and every time he talk, his eyes will twitch a little. In my opinion, he must have age between late 40s to early 50s. he looks like one of those people u see in the bar hugging two girls in his arms. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But he was an aggressive man, he seems very experienced; not to mentioned that he had use bombastic words in his speech; he was shooting question which was his expertise. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My boss on the other hand is exactly the same type of person as the architect, maybe a little younger and the difference is that, my boss expertise was marketing. He too is an arrogant, egomaniac person who cannot tolerate people to harass him with question that he cannot answered, so he met his match.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both arrogant people sitting in the same meeting room, facing each other trying to reach an agreement. In my point of view, they both seems to out beat each other rather than to come to conclusion. The other directors that were present were not contributing in stopping the heated discussion. It looked like they were watching a tennis match, their eyeball swinging from left to right. This was fun, well in my thought of course. But deep inside, I really wished that they could end the crazy discussion.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SAhxB29jEkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cs3TCkAYqSk/s1600-h/meeting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SAhxB29jEkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cs3TCkAYqSk/s320/meeting.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190522847291970114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If this was a gamble; my side will be on the opposition party; why? Because the architect is on the developer side;, and we would need the developer to fund us in marketing activities, therefore whatever crap that was coming out from this architect which did not makes sense has to make sense now. This is the line; this is how the business is run.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In conclusion, well there was no conclusion…do you think its possible for two same kind of person to fight equally in this competition, I don’t think so…….. the forte?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both stubborn people creating havoc…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6234155084679988726?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6234155084679988726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6234155084679988726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6234155084679988726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6234155084679988726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-your-forte.html' title='“What is your Forte ?”'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SAhxB29jEkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cs3TCkAYqSk/s72-c/meeting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6049580565640002111</id><published>2008-04-04T10:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:28:12.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>work! work ! work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; boss have been breathing down my neck recently after I had tender my resignation. In a way, he’s been&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;beating my confidence down whenever I’m in d midst of accomplishing something.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Previously, There were some task that were delegated for me to do last week, but I can only do one at the time, so I have choose which one was in more priority and finished those that had dateline first. for the task that I’ve done; he had replaced it with another task, for those that were in the process of completing; my boss have been hounding me and making sure that I follow up closely via sms, calls and through conversation every now and then….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ARggh~~~ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its driving me crazy and now I want revenge&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: P&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will not la ..but I am capable of doing so.. .. .. and, and I' still complete the task now, only a little slower.. i’m not trying to be a rebel although naturally I am but work is work and I try to be the best because I always wanted to be best.. …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m still considering now if I wanna continue blogging or continue working? Any suggestion? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6049580565640002111?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6049580565640002111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6049580565640002111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6049580565640002111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6049580565640002111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-work-work.html' title='work! work ! work!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-5781354183669076643</id><published>2008-03-29T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:15:33.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Maxis drives me crazy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;received a call from billing department yesterday stating that my bills were amounting to RM 1,225.00 and if I dun pay the bills immediately, they would suspend my line.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The maxis line belongs to my corporate line and it was link to my boss so that we can make free calls to each other everyday..bah~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, I soon found out that the customer service had mistakenly sent out the maxis statement to another branch because the branch had moved and they had used the company name to register and therefore all statement were delivery to that particular branch. I was furious.. well~ of course….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I didn’t receive the statement, I was angrier …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I called up the billing department and told them that they had made a mistake and told them not to suspend my line or they can wait for my hotline complaint letter. The billing department then told me that she would pass me to the customer service department to settle my problem..and here was what happen….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer Service&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;: hello, morning, khairul from maxis happy to assist you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;: yes, I’ calling from XXXX, its regards to my statement account no :XXXX which have been sent to another branch of mine. Can u clarify what is goin on?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khairul&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;: it says that you have moved to &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;blah..blah..blah..petaling jaya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;: no, my address is still the same..its xxx kuala lumpur..please make sure you send all my statement to my original address.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khairul&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;: I can’t do that. I’m not authorize to do so, unless you write me an authorize letter to maxis so that I can change your address.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;: bullshit! I didn’t authorize you to change my address to petaling jaya, so who authorize you to do so.???? .this mistake is done by maxis, I dun care how you do it, you fix it and send it bac to my original address!!!! why should I write an authorise letter..?? you should be happy that I don’t write a complaint letter to you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khairul&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;:……………………… erm..let me check for u….. er,..i will report for u this matter to my billing department&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;span style=""&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;: ok, give me MY case number!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maxis had been very disappointing, in the afternoon, the billing department called me and stated that they receive a letter from XX…(the manager) had requested that the statement to be change. I told them many times that I will not issue such letter because there were many branches under my company name… the other party on the line soon found out that the letterhead carry a subang jaya address below, which means that the letter was not issued by me nor signed or authorize… which is utterly maxis blunder! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was a silence before she said that she will check it out&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again? Check out?...how many staff does maxis need to check out that the letter was simply issued by another branch requesting change of address? How many?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maxis disappoint me …! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I rest my case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-5781354183669076643?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5781354183669076643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=5781354183669076643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5781354183669076643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5781354183669076643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/03/maxis-drives-me-crazy.html' title='Maxis drives me crazy!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8747282088397376375</id><published>2008-03-12T16:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:44:11.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>abby looks like who?</title><content type='html'>Ever since I’ve started working in KL, I’ve been staying with my grandparents whom is my mother parents. Everytime when I go for breakfast at the nearby kopitiam outside my house, I would get remarks like  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;“ aiyor, your granddaughter looks like XXX ( my mum’s nickname) when she was young”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ your granddaughter looks EXACTLY like yr daughter”&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And on and on and on……on and on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It had always been the same comment and whenever I’m introduce to my mum’s friend or some new people. They would say that I look exactly like her…..( what the ???)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's a photo of my mum, everyone and me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SguTLs3T8PI/AAAAAAAAARk/uiKgI6FuFos/s1600-h/P1010093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SguTLs3T8PI/AAAAAAAAARk/uiKgI6FuFos/s200/P1010093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335520012781482226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;no prizes for those who can guess who is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun see where the resembles are because clearly, I’m more prettier than her….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(now if she reads this, she will totally disagree with all that I’m saying but as a matter of fact it is the truth…that I am prettier than her. ..hahahahahahahah)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now take a good look and Abigail, Abigail is my youngest sister and she is this smarty pants whom u will enjoy talking to….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9eVpdV8tzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2xpLJ49FHmY/s1600-h/P1010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9eVpdV8tzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2xpLJ49FHmY/s400/P1010071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176770836169537330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#abby is a charmer.....isn’t she cute? This photo was taken in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; at suntec. After feasting on some jap food…as usually , she will do weird poser for photo shoot....this one was quite normal cause it was really difficult to find one that was normal.....now everyone who knows abby will know that she looks like my dad, and she too knows that herself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, this photo that you see below is my mum’s family tree… can you guess which one is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;( Hint : abby looks like here )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9eVN9V8tyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RhbtEVmzDRE/s1600-h/family+tree-+joanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9eVN9V8tyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RhbtEVmzDRE/s400/family+tree-+joanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176770363723134754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still can’t guess???.. omg! My mum is the second from the left….c'mon!!the two person seating is my grandparents…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They look somewhat crumple &amp;amp; crinkle up now in reality…. so better not post them up here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;# take a closer look at Abigail in picture 2… now she does look like my mum…isn’t it…???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9ea6dV8t1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ciqomh5hTJk/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9ea6dV8t1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ciqomh5hTJk/s400/IMG_0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176776625785452370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;This photo was taken in hong kong if i'm not mistaken, now what do you know, its looks like those who looks like my dad coincidently also looks like my mum..? i think not??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So...if i dun look like my mum nor my dad...then my dad must be this rich tycoon la, mistakenly exchange when i'm still a baby..no wonder i have high taste for fashion  and food...ok ok&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I kid, i kid...&lt;/p&gt;Or rather, my dad must have hutang ah long some money and had ask my current dad now to membesarkan me.......ok ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid i kid that too.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually very happy to share this photo that i found yesterday at my grandma house while helping her to clean her cupboard...there were so many photos that i've found about my mum and there are certain pose that until today, elaine has some traits of it...i'm not gonna post those photos here cause later elaine will get emo la......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you guys found your parents picture...share it wid us also la...never mind that they wore bell bottoms or retro hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8747282088397376375?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8747282088397376375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8747282088397376375' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8747282088397376375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8747282088397376375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/03/abby-looks-like-who.html' title='abby looks like who?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/SguTLs3T8PI/AAAAAAAAARk/uiKgI6FuFos/s72-c/P1010093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8067802661372588073</id><published>2008-03-10T15:18:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:49:59.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thailand'/><title type='text'>Bangkok - Part 2</title><content type='html'>As promised, this is the second part of Bangkok, the first day was basically random shopping at chak tu chak, didn’t buy much stuff thou, but it was a great eye opener to see everything under the sun being sold at one specific place.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second day of bangkok trip,we hit off to the floating market, it is said that there are only few very famous floating market in the world!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The most famous would be &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;…Duh~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And of course another one is in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Damnoen Saduak Floating Market in Thailand is located about 105 kms from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. It took us about an hour and half from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to actually reach to the floating market. It’s because of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; jam…. The stretch of the floating market is about 32 km. so we chartered a boat and rent for an approximately an hour or so….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you wanna know more about the floating market in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, then google it k? cause I’m not a Thai/ local and I’m jus briefly describing my trip which is less than 2 hours there. One should go to the floating market in the morning ….. cause it’s a market la….  cause nobody goes to the market after twelve… anyways please find photos for self-explanatory …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9TkI9V8tmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b6qy37mXrMw/s1600-h/IMG_2591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 315px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9TkI9V8tmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b6qy37mXrMw/s400/IMG_2591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176012714312250978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;#one of the many stuff sold in the market, they were so many to choose from and you will be spolit for choices.... this boat here sells food, well, roasted pork actually...yummy licious...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9Tp-tV8toI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4phl6-1pOwE/s1600-h/DSCI0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9Tp-tV8toI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4phl6-1pOwE/s400/DSCI0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176019135288358530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;# the candid shot where my fren cindy was too busy eating coconuts...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;she said something like : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm not happy if i jus drink it , i must finish everything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;very kiasu type wan...anyway, she did finish the coconut, the water and everything that is in it.....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later after the floating market, we headed to somewhat place in between &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; city and floating market to have seafood. I’m bad a remembering names, so I totally forget the name of the place that we went and ate seafood….the route to the place where we had seafood were such in a total mess, there was no tar road, everywhere was muddy and people were driving like no direction wan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; we felt that the taxi driver was taking us for a ride of our life....... we soon found out that the place is famous and the seafood is damn tasty and we had all this “kung kung stuff “ which is prawn in thai words…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9Ts_tV8tqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gRTF6crHk7U/s1600-h/IMG_2602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 239px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9Ts_tV8tqI/AAAAAAAAAJA/gRTF6crHk7U/s400/IMG_2602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176022451003111074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9Tt59V8trI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QaIIB4-Eq90/s1600-h/IMG_2603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9Tt59V8trI/AAAAAAAAAJI/QaIIB4-Eq90/s400/IMG_2603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176023451730491058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had "Tom yam kung" seafood platter, sweet n sour fish, crabs, thai salad, steam fish....and i dun even know what else la its called... but there was so much food all for less than RM 150…. For the six of us....  cause we belanja the taxi driver also la, kesian la, he bring us go eat seafood then have to see us eat all this yummy food and he jus eat nasi pattaya meh?&lt;/p&gt;of course we are not that stingy la, since he recommended the place, so we also belanja him to join us for lunch la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;if that was not enough, we went to china town and had bird nest too....  and some weird delicacies in chinatown itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9T5mdV8ttI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EKwGdjw8w8A/s1600-h/IMG_2616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9T5mdV8ttI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EKwGdjw8w8A/s200/IMG_2616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176036310862575314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despite being tired cause we woke up at 7 to head to the floating market, we were still very enthusiastic to go for a walk in the night market which was very popular in Chinatown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, we soon found out that Bangkok local authorities had a regulations that they forbid to have any night market on Mondays, even vendors were not allowed to sell food at the street on Monday unless the authorities stated otherwise. So no luck for us, which only means that we should go home and sleep to charge out battery so that we can have a full day shopping trip the next day……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;we woke up as early as 8.am the following day to go shopping......after breakfast we took a "tuk-tuk" to shopping heaven called "pratunam"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pratunam is different from your local mid-valley or retail store because you get to buy your clothes, shoes and jeweleries for wholesale price. The rule is simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;buy more than 3 clothes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;each design can vary from each other,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;it could be a mix and match.. meaning:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;jus buy more than 3 baju and the rest is history....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;so within 2 hours of shopping, i have burn almost RM 800 for 40 clothes..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9T8vtV8tuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VocCLp2-mts/s1600-h/IMG_2611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9T8vtV8tuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VocCLp2-mts/s320/IMG_2611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176039768311248610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;that's about RM 20 per dress,so damn cheap rite???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun believe me??? well ...believe it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are more than 15K shops around this area, if you have time, you can slowly go check out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning : the shops around Pratunam are relatively small so be courages and be ready to walk.....i've walk for more than 4 hours and you are strongly recommended to&lt;/span&gt; have strong arms.......well to carry your shopping stuff that you bought la..abuthen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides dresses, there were also many shops selling accessories vintage type which is my favourite and those of the odd types which are chunky and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9T-59V8tvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F7NbG26mOAc/s1600-h/IMG_2612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9T-59V8tvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F7NbG26mOAc/s320/IMG_2612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176042143428163314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# jackie, ( aka colleague) is posing with the costume jeweleries in one of d shop.. with so much choices in jus one shop, my eyes also a bit blur blur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine that we were in this street where they sell jus costume jeweleries every shop and each is different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can die .. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main problem about shopping here in pratunam... is that i didn't have enough luggage to keep all the stuff that i bought, even thou i have bought yet another luggage bag, there were too many stuff to get and i wanted to buy almost everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, i was accompanied by jackie ( picture above wearing red), she stopped me every time i go crazy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9UDvNV8twI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6jWhlHqU-s4/s1600-h/IMG_2648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 208px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9UDvNV8twI/AAAAAAAAAJw/6jWhlHqU-s4/s320/IMG_2648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176047456302708482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learn: bring a big-huge empty luggage bag the next time u wanna go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that all folks.. i hope you enjoyed reading about bangkok as much as i have enjoyed writing about it....if you have never been to pratunam ,bangkok! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( btw, thanx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://voch.wordpress.com/"&gt;vic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for yr camera, all picture were take using vic's canon powershot) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go book a ticket now, with Airasia... ( now everyone can fly!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8067802661372588073?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8067802661372588073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8067802661372588073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8067802661372588073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8067802661372588073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/03/bangkok-part-2.html' title='Bangkok - Part 2'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R9TkI9V8tmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b6qy37mXrMw/s72-c/IMG_2591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6914655180826391269</id><published>2008-03-01T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:10:22.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>I never said that I was normal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I start posting up the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; side of part 2, I jus wanna share a little short story about me….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It happen this weekend, and I have been pretty much playing dressing up to work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;if you asked any girls,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They love playing dressing up;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That why when they were kids, they have dolls with hundred of clothes so that they could dress the doll up and imagine the doll will have its very own occasion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fast forward 20 years, the doll will basically turns out to be themselves because they will go shopping and by hundreds of clothes and dress themselves up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fall into this category of vain…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, I go shopping,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I buy clothes that I love ….not one but more than that la ok?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the clothes would jus be simply plain it there is not bags or shoes or bangles to go with…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And yes…in additional, I also enjoybuying others stuff besides clothes as well…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bags, shoes, make-up, blings, yada- yada…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lets jus say I enjoy buying stuff for myself…sound selfish?...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;you bet I do…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I did mentioned that I was in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; last month, and yes, there were numerous clothes for me to wear even up to this date. After Chinese new year, I have been wearing different outfit everyday to work until yesterday, because I have this particular shirt that I have wanted to wear ever since I bought it in bangkok and its not officially launched by me yet…. and I’m dying to wear it…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since it was a Friday , I thought that I may as well go for the rugged outfit that has been hanging in the cupboard calling my name to wear her…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A quick check at my diary shows that I will not have any appointment an so I did, I wore that outfit wid striking colour of blue and pink with plunging V-neck line.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve matched my clothes with the boots that I borrowed from my mum and the handbag….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I have reached office, my colleagues came over to comment on the clothes; the boots and the usual stuff that they asked…my boss..nope… he never bothered…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, He was walking towards the pantry when me and my few colleagues were chatting about the clothes that I wore… a fellow colleague was trying to pull my boss legs and and said &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ hey boss, you see yr assistant everyday also wear until so “geng” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;his reply came in quick “ I never said that she was normal”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…(in my heart, i could not agree more, people who knows me know that i;m "sot")&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and there you have it….my fellow colleague gave a good laugh..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;… I could not agree better, I have never been entirely normal when it comes to dressing up ..even..during childhood or even in church.. you can literally &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;check with my homies fren, they will reveal the answers.. ..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;be in normal or not….. … if you feel good today, go play dress up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6914655180826391269?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6914655180826391269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6914655180826391269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6914655180826391269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6914655180826391269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-never-said-that-i-was-normal.html' title='I never said that I was normal'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6253574227400791772</id><published>2008-02-13T17:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T18:18:47.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thailand'/><title type='text'>bangkok jam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K-VMT7e6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YHQiRePueEM/s1600-h/IMG_2538.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The title already speak for itself, this trip was a crazy trip..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did you get that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I said it again…  &lt;b style=""&gt;“CRAZY TRIP”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a suppose to be a solely shopping trip,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But somehow we ended up in floating market..jus look and the pictures and enjoy k?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We boarded a 7.50 am flight and reach &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:city&gt; around 10.05 am ,and since &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was slower by an hour, it was only 9 a.m plus…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; what else can one do? we took a bus to bangkok instead of a cab, konon la wanna save some money.....We took thai breakfast when we reached bangkok city, please dun ask me what I had because I myself was also confused, it was somewhat sausage wrapped in wafer…mixed of salty and sweet ….. sorry ..no photo..lupa la….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In bangkok, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;the taxi drivers and bus drivers always refer to this victory monument …&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;somewhat like our kl central….. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;meaning that if you would like to go to chak tu chak market, they will tell that it is 15 mins from victory monument&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;or if you would like to go to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chinatown&lt;/st1:place&gt; , then it would be 40 mins from victory monument, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;their victory monument looks like this….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K4nMT7e1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/XwpWrH8gFyU/s1600-h/IMG_2525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K4nMT7e1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/XwpWrH8gFyU/s200/IMG_2525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166394706006604626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;[&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;VICTORY&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;MONUMENT&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lol, u must have thought I was somewhat glamour…..well, sorry to disappoint you , its not, but the roundabout is rather a very very big one...much bigger than your usual shah alam roundabout or the batu caves roundabout.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;but I was rather impressed with their overhead bridge which was about 1 km long, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;if you notice carefully behind my beautiful face, you could actually see that I’m on top of the pedestrian bridge…..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K5osT7e2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/qsVxQzogcD0/s1600-h/IMG_2526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K5osT7e2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/qsVxQzogcD0/s200/IMG_2526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166395831288036194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;[HEADING TO CHAK TU CHAK] via mrt...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our first stop was chak tu chak market,this market is one of the very famous market in bangkok... the market is only opened during the weekend, Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday, and every piece of items you can think of is sold here,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously, they were shoes, bags, clothes, plates, furniture’s, pets, foods, shrines, antics, accessories and blah.. blah blah….the many items that were sold, it was crazy….let me give u a brief imagination, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;the shops were merely 6 x 6 foot,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;the inner path was not wider than 4 feet; well except for the main road, and they were more than 30,000 shops..hello…30,000 shops…….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;See for yourself….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K7W8T7e4I/AAAAAAAAAII/vZ1t3aLtJTk/s1600-h/IMG_2532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K7W8T7e4I/AAAAAAAAAII/vZ1t3aLtJTk/s200/IMG_2532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166397725368613762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t-shirts were selling cheap cheap....but seriously not all stuff can be bought here cause this market is basically our jonker street in melaka....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;they only entertain tourist and most of them can actually speak english, which means ...~ duh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; toursit spot la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;if you must know, thai people dun speak english and the only language they speak is...well.. yeah...thai........and if you dun understand thai language, dun worry...jus say    "mai kau jai"..... no serious...it means  to say that you dun understand........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K8GcT7e5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Q0vR40Iu46M/s1600-h/IMG_2535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K8GcT7e5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Q0vR40Iu46M/s200/IMG_2535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166398541412400018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they were other items selling in the market like bowls and sushi plates and stuff that you can only find in ikea only way way tonnes cheaper......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ceramics bowls and plates comes in different sizes,colour and texture.. and some were really cute.....i wanted to buy some but then i worried if it was possible to actually carry back everything to malaysia......but stil..... i was tempted to buy..but i was stopped by my fellow colleague who pleaded me to be rational.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fine! fine! who can be rational when everything is freaking cheap la......and did i mentioned that the strawberries were selling like any ordinary fruits vendor you find in malaysia..for only 20baht you could actually enjoy such yummylicious  fruits.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K6isT7e3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Eiy42vU0uNs/s1600-h/IMG_2530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K6isT7e3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Eiy42vU0uNs/s200/IMG_2530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166396827720448882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok ok , i know some of u guys dun really fancy strawberries....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but they were also jackfruit, mangoes, and pineapple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they were super sweet and super cheap.....i think i had about 4 pineapples for a freaking 2days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i know what pineapples are ok....? so please dun ask why i had so much...if some of you know why girls shouldn't have too much pineapple..well....go figure........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K-VMT7e6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YHQiRePueEM/s1600-h/IMG_2538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K-VMT7e6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/YHQiRePueEM/s200/IMG_2538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166400993838726050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these are the animals prints bolster, cushion cover, handbags and all sort of animals prints cover ... the shops itself looks like a safari.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the market were also selling really really cute pet..for Less than 1000 baht, you could actually get one......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were so damn freaking cute..check out the video here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-730189266aab9c75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D730189266aab9c75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330249971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E7E5D1D7300F20E0CF89CFBFDA6E7F4F917035C.15F69C8854160F51D77B624BBCC0D0441BC31D6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D730189266aab9c75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0UMAJrftBxeK7rhtFEERRCgAALo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D730189266aab9c75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330249971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E7E5D1D7300F20E0CF89CFBFDA6E7F4F917035C.15F69C8854160F51D77B624BBCC0D0441BC31D6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D730189266aab9c75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0UMAJrftBxeK7rhtFEERRCgAALo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;i'm not very good at uploading video, so please bear with me.....if it takes too long too load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent about 4-5 hours touring the market, we also knew that we have missed out many many shops, but out legs were tired, and our eyes were getting blurry from all the things we saw in the market, we were very hungry too and we almost passed out due to the heat and we could only save ourselves by catching a cab to the hotel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[to be continued......................]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6253574227400791772?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=730189266aab9c75&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6253574227400791772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6253574227400791772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6253574227400791772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6253574227400791772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/02/bangkok-jam.html' title='bangkok jam!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R7K4nMT7e1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/XwpWrH8gFyU/s72-c/IMG_2525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1024871200381384638</id><published>2008-02-13T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:30:27.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>wil post it up soon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear people,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates, was pretty busy during my trip to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; as well as Chinese new year..and all sort of stuff that came along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will blog about &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the annual dinner,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also About the trip to Teluk Intan,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And setiawan trip,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the madness of Chinese new year,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the food,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And everything that has left out since the beginning of the year….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Would like to wish everyone,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ Gong hei fatt choyy,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Sum seong see seng”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gong hei..gong hei!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1024871200381384638?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1024871200381384638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1024871200381384638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1024871200381384638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1024871200381384638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/02/wil-post-it-up-soon.html' title='wil post it up soon....'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7670666225629199021</id><published>2008-01-17T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:36:13.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Argument!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; every argument, there is never right or wrong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because everyone wants to be right,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Therefore they will argue that the other party is wrong,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end, the argument does not end,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The heart is broken, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is too much silence &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one is happy,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet, knowing that, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nobody wants to come out to admit that there are wrong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not because that their opinion is wrong,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or they have lost the argument,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the pride itself,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because to start an argument itself is wrong, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both parties is wrong,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both parties get hurt, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heartbroken, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It breaks the spirit, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Knowing the person you love,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is not in tuned with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7670666225629199021?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7670666225629199021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7670666225629199021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7670666225629199021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7670666225629199021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/01/argument.html' title='Argument!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1171379781444222282</id><published>2008-01-11T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T19:19:45.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I would cross the road….without the bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After &lt;/span&gt;I was back from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, I realized that the people here (&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;) are really different from what I saw in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ btw, i will sort my pic from s'pore and will post in up later here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;as i was saying, Pedestrian are priority in S’pore and having said that, the driver are always reminded…. to allow pedestrian to cross first. And I’m sure it applies everywhere else, well except for you know…&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Land&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Glory&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People here drive with pride and glory alright, the glory of driving like a madman….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;if you are pedestrian, then u better open your eyes big big because these drivers here are really crazy and if you think of crossing the road, as you know u should always : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PANDANG KIRI, PANDANG KANAN &amp;amp; PANDANG KIRI BALIK&lt;/span&gt; when crossing the road&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;NEW TERMs in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; IS THAT:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;PANDANG KIRI, PANDANG KANAN &amp;amp; PANDANG KIRI, PANDANG KANAN, KALAU BERANI, LINTAS JALAN….. because you would never know when a mad man will ram across a red light and just when you expect that the car will stop at RED., you are wrong because Malaysian will particularlly speed at red light…I REPEAT : “SPEED AT RED”, “accelerate at yellow” and slow at green…..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday evening, I tried to get across the road heading bac to my house.. mind you the place where I’m staying is Gombak and currently Our DEAR Mr. SV is expanding our road..or so he claimed he was.....rubbish!! (PUI!Pui!) and imagine that I tried to cross a traffic somewhat like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R4dOV83aebI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Yj6h9bpuMKk/s1600-h/img_2084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R4dOV83aebI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Yj6h9bpuMKk/s400/img_2084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154174437571590578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok, ok.....Maybe a little exaggerating , but I used to cross the road even when they are double lanes on both side…...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;jus like a true Malaysia…I also dun follow the rules...i hate to use the overhead bridge and despite that there is a sign which says “ DENDA RM 500” . I tend to ignore the sign to save time and to save energy....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back to my story, by the time I wanted to cross, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I realized that the street lights are not working because of the upgrading work and it was already dark,also, my grandparents were talking the other day that a boy died while trying to cross the road, and the incident was a hit a run case..... and I saw the sign of the overhead bridge about 50M so..why not?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;my first step was ok, as I approached the higher steps, i saw this freakish thing at the side:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R4dPYs3aecI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-HpbjlJiPbI/s1600-h/Puddle-939385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R4dPYs3aecI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-HpbjlJiPbI/s200/Puddle-939385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154175584327858626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ewww….. .. if that was not gross enough...... the smell of someone jus leave their landmark here… was utterly bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the smell was horrible, reaching at the top, it was impossible to actually walk because the bridge was flooded with water, the lights were dim and I think people who wants to commit suicide will come here….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seriously, for a moment….the taught of being a good citizen to use the overhead bridge makes me puke…. the sight of mud and rubbish makes it an eye sore.... you really wished that you never walked up here.....&lt;/p&gt;i try to rushed down  as quickly as my feet could carry me, and because i did not want to hold on to the handle,i look like a crazy person balancing myself with my arms in the air while running down the stairs, at one point.... i almost slip because the tiles were wet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i cant  wait to get down from the bridge, after i have finally made it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i was really happy...... and i swear.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I WOULD NEVER NEVER USE AN &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;OVERHEAD&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;BRIDGE&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; IN &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1171379781444222282?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1171379781444222282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1171379781444222282' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1171379781444222282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1171379781444222282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-would-cross-roadwithout-bridge.html' title='I would cross the road….without the bridge'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/R4dOV83aebI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Yj6h9bpuMKk/s72-c/img_2084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-563714640192992029</id><published>2008-01-08T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:37:56.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><title type='text'>Resolution 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regardless&lt;/span&gt; of the many resolutions that I make every year, I realized that somehow it is very difficult to tick off everything that I have accomplished in the whole year,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, this time my 2008 resolution are :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-weight: bold;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To be      on time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;[I realize that despite that I always make an effort to wake up early, I have a tendency to snooze my alarm, so to make a change, I bought myself an alarm clock which goes… &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KKKKRINGGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt; when the time is up]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-weight: bold;" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To be      simplistic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;[ I’m not a complicated person, perhaps a little bit weirdo and sometimes crazy and I even bring my craziness attitude to my workplace, gonna cut down on it ]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-weight: bold;" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To      sleep less&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;[ despite the many hours that I sleep in a day, I still feel the need to take a nap or sleep. An average people would need like 6 – 8 hours, but I would need 10 hours ] &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-weight: bold;" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To      shop less&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;[ I’m a shopaholic, please dun ask me how many dresses or shoes or bags or jewelry or clothes I owned, because I lost count, and hopefully I would be able to resist tempatation, but this would only be materialize after my shopping trip to Bangkok of course ]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-weight: bold;" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;To      praise other for their good work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;"&gt;[ ok , I admit that I usually don’t acknowledge someone’s good work unless they are really good for me to praise them, that would exclude kids, because kids can be good at anything even though they make a mistake…… so I should really start praise people at my work for the good works they have done..gosh I’m &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BADDDDD&lt;/span&gt;! ]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE &lt;/span&gt;IS all that I need to keep for year 2008, I guess I would continue to improve and improve&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Having said that, in order all my resolutions to work well, I would make sure that my heart is at the right place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Right heart produce right attitude, right attitude will produce right action, right action will produce the right result.. ….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have a nice day…………..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-563714640192992029?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/563714640192992029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=563714640192992029' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/563714640192992029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/563714640192992029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolution-2008.html' title='Resolution 2008!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8868131369696781839</id><published>2008-01-02T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:02:14.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Great Year in 2008!</title><content type='html'>Dear Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates, i have been...very very very busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will share with you my blessing soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon... Blessed new year for 2008!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8868131369696781839?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8868131369696781839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8868131369696781839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8868131369696781839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8868131369696781839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-year-in-2008.html' title='Great Year in 2008!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6528596174986196995</id><published>2007-12-11T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:19:50.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>A treasure hunt adventure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My granddad&lt;/span&gt; was schedule for a minor surgery for his hand on Monday, which is yesterday….under local anesthetic. Being a 76 year old, he needs me to accompany him and therefore I had decided to take a half day off since his surgery had been schedule to be 8.a.m. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve reached the hospital at 7.40 a.m, my granddad has reminded me that the operation is held some sort of operation room in the main block. i‘ve dealt with the officer in the hospital before and god knows how much time they need to get things right. So I’ve approached the main block &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ kaunter pertanyaan”&lt;/span&gt; (enquiries) to enquired where the operation room is..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indian Lady      : ini orto (orthopedic) department cik, sini keluar jalan sampai masjid belakang&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;: ok ! Ok&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I lead my granddad to some sort of orto department which turns out to be a 15 mins walk from the main office.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon reaching the registration counter, I knew I was late cause the time had shown 8.05 a.m. I approached the nurse clad in brown sweater and informed her that my granddad is schedule to have an operation at 8.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurse1 &lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;: cik, ini operation bukan sini la………….alar….kan dah beritahu pigi main block, apasal datang kot sini pulak???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;: ( I was furious, and very angry too), saya pergi main block, itu orang &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; di kaunter suruh saya datang sini, sekarang u suruh saya pergi &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; balik….and then? Kalau dia suruh saya datang balik?? Saya pun datang balik sini la…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And after my sarcastic commotion, another nurse approached and stood beside her, she took a look at the appointment card and told me to go to the main block( where I came from), she told me to ignore the indian lady at the counter, for she do not know what she is doing or where is the operation room is…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my God!!!... that was the worse reason I’ve ever heard….then why do u put someone who is stupid to be in charge of enquiry??? What does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“kaunter pertanyaan” &lt;/span&gt;means??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fed up, I took the card and brought my granddad for another joywalk to the main office, which takes another 15mins....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time, I went to approach the registration counter….the staff had told me to go to the emergency department at the main block…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ Emergeny department”.&lt;/span&gt;.what the hell……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;“ bukan, ini orang schedule untuk buat operation la, u confirm I pergi emergency??” i re confiram again with the person at the registration counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ yalar……….” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I walk about 5 mins before I reached the emergency department, I saw the word “ PENDAFTARAN WARGA EMAS”, so I took the appointment card and showed the guy behind the registration counter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He told me to walk behing to the the X-ray department where I will see and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; “Pesakit Luar”&lt;/span&gt; (outpatient signage)… I should register there….he quipped and pointed his finger to some ghostly alley.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I walk again with my grandpa towards the EERIE alley and all the way left and right looking for this signage that the guy mentioned jus now…….while walking, I felt that I was a like a mad person in this amazing race hunting for clues and answer to my questions. It felt like I was an adventure of treasure hunt turning left and right opening hospital doors, only the difference is that there is no prize for guessing where the hell is the operation theater located……..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After I’ve found the signage (PESAKIT LUAR) , I approached the registration which says (X-Ray)….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(what the hell?)…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I’M ALREADY HERE…so I asked the person again if I’m on the right track…..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She told that I have arrived at the correct place, but the operation theater was to walk towards behind turn left go straight turn right and go into Door 3.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINE….&lt;/span&gt;( I took a glance at my granddad and I knew that he was already tired from the walking, what more feeling nervous because of the operation and not knowing where he has been lead to…i wondered if he would breakdown any minute that time...)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did as per according to what she told, after I entered door 3, I soon found the alley which was not larger than 5 feet wide. There sat another lady about my grandpa age dressed in tie-bac uniform which is ready for surgery…. She smiled and I could see all her wrinkles exposed from her face…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She spoke in cantonese and asked us...if we were here for surgery too….i’ve answered her yes in brief..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;“ sai lei worr lei tei, kam tou hou yi wan tou”&lt;/b&gt; ( you guys are great, u manage to find this place)….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve answered her that we have walk for merely half an hour before we reached here...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She couldn’t &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;agree more, &lt;b style=""&gt;“ ngo wan seng yat ko chong kei lorr” &lt;/b&gt;( she have also wandered around for more than an hour or so before arriving at the operation theater )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+ _ +''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’d admire her enthusiasm because she did not give up even after one hour of searching. If I was looking for a place for more than an hour, I would choose to drive off and go home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My granddad would had also went home if he could not find the place, because after the surgery he too did not know which way he had came from when I asked him if he knows which way we should turn. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But my granddad reminded me that if we ever need to come again, I’ll have to take another day off because coming to the Hospital is like going for a treasure hunt adventure! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6528596174986196995?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6528596174986196995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6528596174986196995' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6528596174986196995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6528596174986196995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/12/treasure-hunt-adventure.html' title='A treasure hunt adventure!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-3520319955509999873</id><published>2007-12-07T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:43:18.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Pre-shopping event</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; aunt is in retail business and recently her shop had closed down and she has some stocks at home which need some clearance sale. She had invited me over to sell of her stocks to me at cost price.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Cost price......Cost price...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being female, at such offer I would never resist…....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since &lt;/span&gt;it was sold at cost price, every dress that I tried, and like…. would be actually put at a side. And since there is no price tag, I dun have problem deciding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was just try, liked it, buy it… soon after an hour, I find myself having a stack of clothes which looks to be like laundry from afar, however, when my aunt had calculated all of em’..it had only sum up to RM 200 + which is a very very very good deal for me considering that I have about 10 dress??? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I shall show the pictures later…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can’t wait to wear all of them this week!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-3520319955509999873?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/3520319955509999873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=3520319955509999873' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3520319955509999873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3520319955509999873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/12/pre-shopping-event.html' title='Pre-shopping event'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-2789876258103321741</id><published>2007-11-26T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:38:34.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>Is it possible to see more than that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m&lt;/span&gt; very impressed at todays fashion  world and most importantly at how a girl dress. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A friend whom I always hang out always tells me that it is possible to actually see the whole breast even with the bras is in contact, I do not know how most guys actually does this. But once, I tried to see what my friend was peeking and the truth to be told, I actually saw her whole breast, and yes , she was wearing a bra and she was also trying a new shoe. But the bra was hanging loosely and her top was not helping either.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A bra is actually meant to support the breast, unfortunately most women wear their bra bands too high on their torsos and throw their measurements off. As a result, their breast is exposed and I think guys are literally enjoying their shopping trip nowadays because there are so many free show to see. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At first, I find it hard to believe because although I have many peek a boo shirt, it is literally, impossible to actually see through the outfit unless you really have superman’s eyes. But I have done a research during my last trip to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; “ the curve” &lt;/span&gt;on Saturday and believe me, there is so much you can see! i am not pervert, nor lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At first, i feel awkward to actually stare at what to seems like ..ahem...breast....but i soon to find out that the ladies in Klang Valley do not seems to bother if their outfit is revealing more than, well, boobs!!! these pretty ladies have no intention of revealing but i guess its the bra that is improper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No wonder, no wonder….even Aldo shoes are selling like what ? RM 200 a pair? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;guys are still accompanying their wife , gf, friends there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m more aware of my clothes nowadays because what I can see in other, others may also see it in me….i’m not saying that I have a great figure but when there is a free show.. who will not opt to see? correct me if i am wrong.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-2789876258103321741?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/2789876258103321741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=2789876258103321741' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2789876258103321741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2789876258103321741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-it-possible-to-see-more-than-that.html' title='Is it possible to see more than that?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-3024458102146290124</id><published>2007-11-22T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:13:45.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Super sucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;have lost contact with the world. Yes ! indeed, these few days I did not blog because I was sick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;I do not know how many times I need to fall sick in a month but sick is the suckiest thing ever because :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;You can’t eat, you can’t work , you can’t do anything but sleep. And even sleeping is no fun because you keep feeling feverish and you feel really lousy. It gets even worse when you fall sick on your birthday which means super sucks!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-3024458102146290124?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/3024458102146290124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=3024458102146290124' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3024458102146290124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3024458102146290124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/11/super-sucks.html' title='Super sucks!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-4951238175643816800</id><published>2007-11-12T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:15:45.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>girls like bad boys....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;cousin came down to Port Dickson with his new girlfriend, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me briefly tell u about my cousin,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He looks like a mix of Japanese boy band, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it is his character and his sense of humor that drives girl crazy over him, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;in fact, I guess all girls like bad boys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He used to be a driver, not ordinary driver but a lorry driver,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;However in his speech when he is wooing any gurl,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He would say in a way that he is driving this vehicle than cost more than RM 300K,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And he would add that not many could afford driving that, because it has a very large cc&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its true that not many at his age are opting to be a driver, and not many driver has the license to drive a lorry,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He also said that he would meet clients everywhere in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; but the fact is actually he is delivering goods to the client,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He would say that if ever he had chosen his path to be a superstar, Lee hom would be no where near to his success,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It really cracks you crazy and the giggle you can go on, and on..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wouldn’t say that he is a liar because all he did said was the truth, but not the whole truth….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He recently switch job to be an assistant of the company that manufacture plastic in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. He is the driver to the boss and whatever his boss wants him to do,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course shortly, with his charisma, he had managed to make all the ladies in the admin department to giggle over his jokes and some even to get in bed with him… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.. Ok, I kid, I kid, about the last statement, maybe not that, but I dun know….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So this new girlfriend came down to port Dickson, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can see that my cousin does his stupid move again by bringing her to the beach and melt her heart…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess to her, My cousin was very charming in the eyes of hers,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t help but to notice that she only had my cousin in her world and everyone else around her was dead,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole time when they were there, you can totally tell what my cousin will do to actually romance her….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She would giggle most of the time and would blush when she noticed that our family was starring at her because u could tell that she was in love………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, this wasn’t the first time my cousin brought a gurl down to Port Dickson, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And it also wasn’t the first time that each girl was different from the last time I saw them,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet, I ‘m amazed how all of them would fall for a bad boy like my cousin,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess all girls would like bad boys compare to geeky ones, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would admit that I would too… but heaven forbids then I’ll meet one…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-4951238175643816800?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4951238175643816800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=4951238175643816800' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4951238175643816800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4951238175643816800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/11/girls-like-bad-boys.html' title='girls like bad boys....'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-2877404344267664041</id><published>2007-11-05T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:06:09.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>I’m becoming forgetful..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so everyone forgets thing once in a while. I admit that.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I have what my mum always called me “short term memory loss”.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And I think I have been applying such habit in office. My boss would say something to me which is quite urgent while I’m writing a letter or doing something, and I would write it down, and after a while. I not only completely forgotten the task but also forgotten where I have written it. He also had recently complained that I’ve been a little slack at remembering his stuff which he had mentioned verbally.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lately, I have been receiving calls from client and I have written their numbers somewhere in a piece of paper but keep missing the papers which I wrote here n there.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried to counter my problem by writing on post it up memos and stick em’ on my monitor so I could find the number easily. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found out that I have more headache because I have only written their numbers and names and totally forgotten why I should call them to follow up on what topic.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thus , I took out all the piece of paper that had multiple colours and threw them away and find myself to lose the one very important number that I should not lose.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My colleague watched the whole scenario while I fumble over the trash to find that important number that I lost. She told me to go the pantry to get a cuppa coffee and come bac.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;True enough after I cam bac and place my cup of coffee on the coasters I saw the pink post up notes with the number that I wrote.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ I found it!!” I was screaming excitedly. My colleague stared and gave a mischievous smile. I suspected that it was her. It was her, the paper could not have appeared suddenly…..She was smiling sheepishly and after I gave her a long stare she broke into laughter…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ I didn’t do it lah!!”……….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still gave a her a long stare……she was laughing hysterically now but still denies that she hides my paper….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“seriously, la..i didn’t! i didn't do it!!”.. then she continued, “your friend (a.k.a Boss) took the piece of paper jus now, I dun even know when he took it, but while he came out, he left it on yr table, he also forgotten  where he put the number la”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;= _=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took a glance at my boss while he was in his room doing his stuff, he looked at me as if nothing as happen……yeah..as if....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looks like I’m not the only person keep forgetting things!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-2877404344267664041?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/2877404344267664041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=2877404344267664041' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2877404344267664041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2877404344267664041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-becoming-forgetful.html' title='I’m becoming forgetful..'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-653541384865716484</id><published>2007-10-31T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:49:03.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The family man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt; I reached office at 10.20 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes ,I was late but I was already awake at 6.30 am. I got dress and I was on my way to work from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Port Dickson to K.L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I repeat, from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Port Dickson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad works in  Damansara, together with his 2 fellow colleagues who also were transfer to KL,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They carpool, and they travel everyday, from and to work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Port Dickson – &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kuala   Lumpur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; – Port Dickson"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went bac to my hometown last night because I missed my family since previous week I was not back and kindda miss my siblings laughter and craziness..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyway, that’s not my point, my points is actually, that these 3 jokers I were with are willing to travel to work everyday, everyday,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I left for port dickson yesterday at 7pm from work and arrange to meet with my dad in central, i arrived bac home at 9.00 because of the  jam at Sungai besi, and all major roads...  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even being a passenger in the car, I already felt the pain in my bac, and even lethargy…and a bit bored...because uncle jokes are really weird and i dun get it, their joke is not even funny!!!and if I have to do this everyday I really can die. I dun mind traveling for holidays, but traveling to work for this would really means crazy!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After, I reached home, my mum was surprised of course, but I wasn’t, I felt lousy and tired and hungry too… after I freshen up and filled up my stomach , I realized that it was already 10.30 and my dad was ready for bed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amidst the tiredness, he was lazing at the hall to see whats up with all of us, i saw that my dad was satisfied to be at a place he call &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;home, he was happy to be the family man even as he lies at the hall settee , controlling his remote, chatting wid my mum and hugging my youngest sister at his side.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew he was tired even as he was talking &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to my mum, he already yawned 3 times and even took a few second to smell my sister hair everytime he does that, he was not concentrating at the telly too…..all I knew that the family man jus need a little attention and break from the days work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll bet that his two colleague were also glad to be at home even as they go bac and see their children, or feed their dog and love their wife, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it’s&lt;/span&gt; good to know that despite they need to travel thru and forth everyday like a mad man, the sacrifices that they make are actually worth it, because the family man yearns to see their loved one waiting for them at home to repeat the routine they do again and again….every day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-653541384865716484?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/653541384865716484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=653541384865716484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/653541384865716484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/653541384865716484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/10/family-man.html' title='The family man'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7157033829857312446</id><published>2007-10-29T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:34:24.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>When your colleague ogle over what u wear…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;usually dress up for work pretty well, I’m not trying to be pompous here, but ever since when I was young, I will not wear the usual clothes that kids my age suppose to wear, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was a kid, I will wear really nice dresses and matching shoes because my mum would dress me up , and being the first child, everything you have pretty and is brand new!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teenage, people were dying to try out their first &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;levis&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; jeans, but I didn’t grow much and being &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4feet nine in high school, wearing jeans didn’t help much..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was more in mini skirts and short pants, (it actually makes u looks taller) and boys my age were ogle at what I wear,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(maybe that’s why I dun have much girlfriend)…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Call me weird, or wired, but it basically represents me!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I usually dun quite bother how I wear, because everyday I would dress myself with pride,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Matching accessories , shoes!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But today, I take a look at myself for 5 seconds to see what my colleague were looking forward everyday,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know guys can be pervert, but pervert with extraordinary imagination is one hell of a pervert guy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, as I was putting on make-up and final touch to my hair,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took a side turn to see my curves,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, the pants is a little tight,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the top is a little low,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the jacket buttons is place jus a little above the cutting of the top that I wore which gives little imagination to what guys think,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is a little provoking,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My clothes were not designed to provoke,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s design to show a little feminine touch, a little frills, some lace , some beads, some ribbons, some of every little thing that a girl would like to have.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate clothes which give horizontal line all the way down and look like a tomboy suit,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If it has to be collar, then the collar will have some tiny petals with embroidery,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If it has to be trousers, then it would show some curve,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If it has to be a top, then it must have some frills and beads,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And if it has to be a skirt, it has to have lace,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think my point is pretty clear, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tone down my outfit today with a jacket because the last time I saw my colleague, he actually took a photo of me! And he actually remembered clothes I wear for the past weeks!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And for your info, this person is way way older than me, call it admiration?? but I call it sick!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;its not like high school where u can go over and say:&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;"hey, stop taking my picture or i'll let your parents know or teachers know"&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;you can't be going over to yr colleague and said" HEY , STOP TAKING MY PICTURE OR I LET MY BOSS KNOW, OR YOUR GF KNOW"&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;what kind of normal people will say that?&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;if you were me, what would you do and not to make it too awkward??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7157033829857312446?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7157033829857312446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7157033829857312446' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7157033829857312446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7157033829857312446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-your-colleague-ogle-over-what-u.html' title='When your colleague ogle over what u wear…'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6313062703524172513</id><published>2007-10-23T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:19:16.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>Miscommunication</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think communication is the core factor during work.&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many weird things had been happening today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;First it was lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;There is 2 very famous curry fish head in my working area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Since my panel lawyer had been eating at “Peters” so we told her that we change places.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;She agreed and so did few of my colleagues. we told her that we opt for the other shop instead of Peters. Lawyer and another friend will be a little late. So we’ll go first..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We ( me and the other 2)were there at 1.15 pm and thinking that we were early, we ordered food and waited&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And waited….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And waited….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I called her and lawyer had told me she was there ,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;0.O&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I dun see you”&lt;/span&gt;..thinking perhaps that there were too many people, I stood up and asked if she saw me. She too stood up and asked if I saw her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“NO”..period. was our reply…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I found out that there was another curry fish head around the corner besides the one that we mentioned… thank god they only ordered drink.. so they walk over to joined us..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;it was funny when we shared about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;….miscommunication …... &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later at 3, there was a walk in client. I was busy so I told one my agent to handle as the client as the client was looking for area which my agent is familiar with&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Turn out to be the client had wrongly walked in, they supposed to walk in to the developer next door to see the newly launched apartment.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;What’s worse, my agent has wrongly converse the client message and after sitting about 30mins.. then they realize they have been to the wrong office…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello…can somebody tell me what’s goin on here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6313062703524172513?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6313062703524172513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6313062703524172513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6313062703524172513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6313062703524172513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/10/miscommunication.html' title='Miscommunication'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8130916711182678667</id><published>2007-10-22T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:57:22.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>I’m having Monday Blues…..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its already 8.30 am, my alarm rang 30 minutes ago, and I snooze it 3 times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I refuse to get out of bed, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I slept late last night,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was cozy sleeping under the sheet,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was still cloudy,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was raining outside,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few more minutes then I’ll be up&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;( I keep saying that few 15 mins ago when it was 8.00 am)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew I need to wake up,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But my body heavily sticks between the blankets and the sheets,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, I drag myself at 8.35 a.m&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew I was late to work already&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also knew what clothes I need to wear,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I was blur,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despite the freezing cold water used to cleanse my face,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was still in “blur” mode,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I put on my clothes and make-up,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and was ready by 9.00 am flat. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And when I was heading out to work, it was still drizzling,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was yearning for a cup of the local the tarik outside my house,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, I’m trying to quit coffee now, n I try to drink less caffeine,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So tea substitute with coffee is al rite aite? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I reached work at 10.30,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was late, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not up to my routine yet,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The meeting bout to start in another hour,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m suppose to get prepared,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I refuse to. Because it is a Monday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not to mentioned that the blogger.com is so freaking slow,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plus,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its has started to rain now!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m beginning to miss my bed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wanna go home&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monday sucks bad! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hate to work on Monday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;it almost time, i'm goin home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8130916711182678667?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8130916711182678667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8130916711182678667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8130916711182678667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8130916711182678667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-having-monday-blues.html' title='I’m having Monday Blues…..'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8132288737662238770</id><published>2007-10-18T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:05:22.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>caffeine Fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You are addicted to caffeine when you need to have at least one cup to start your day. Not to mention that drinking coffee keep your adrenaline rushing, it helps to speed things off at work. seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things is turning out worse for me especially when the Kopitiam is newly opened downstairs at the corner. It’s jus a roll away and I find myself ridiculously loafing around caffeine land for a quick fix.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rxb3iV9G1fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/usaZs07Uauc/s1600-h/CoffeeLover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rxb3iV9G1fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/usaZs07Uauc/s200/CoffeeLover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122553795561575922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Someone, help me!! Please….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8132288737662238770?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8132288737662238770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8132288737662238770' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8132288737662238770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8132288737662238770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/10/caffeine-fix.html' title='caffeine Fix'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rxb3iV9G1fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/usaZs07Uauc/s72-c/CoffeeLover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6167069606644762544</id><published>2007-10-12T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:01:36.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The dinner - bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-official.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh ya&lt;/span&gt;, if you guys knew about the bet which I was betting wid ma parents,, or if u dun know.... you can check out the  &lt;a href="http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-official.html"&gt;previous bet&lt;/a&gt;.. well they won the FREAKING BET. The garden Was, WAS..... I SAID beautiful when the bet expires,BUT now, NOw!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; there are... weeds growing all over. being a person who ..ahem....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" teeth treated as gold" &lt;/span&gt;...LOL..translate to a famous canto proverbs......meaning..." do what i say i will do"... i brought them makan la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So few months back ( i think it was July) ,that they were having a good time at the Jap Retaurant in Bangsar. I forgotten what was the name of the Restaurant, but from the smile on their face , you can see that they are pretty much enjoying the Feast...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rw7r9l9G1cI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yt0KvfU0q1M/s1600-h/P7280074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rw7r9l9G1cI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yt0KvfU0q1M/s200/P7280074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120289269759792578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is abby ( my youngest sister) thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i wish i had a video recorder to record what she said. it was funny..i can't exactly remember what she said but it goes something like this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"che, ( as in sis), we should eat more jap food, means we should have more betting, cause whether u guys win or lose, i can still eat jap food..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...... you can see that she's having a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum was also there of course, she wouldn't want to miss out, well not to enjoyed the food but to let me know that she is the Winner! so here goes to the winner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rw7wA19G1eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Lm2aZa6v4os/s1600-h/P7280073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rw7wA19G1eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Lm2aZa6v4os/s200/P7280073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120293723640878562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum    : Ha! I WON now!  &lt;/span&gt;(This is my signature smile)&lt;br /&gt;Esther : i'm jus tagging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.. but i guess i wont end here..i will surely bet again! this time i MUST win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6167069606644762544?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6167069606644762544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6167069606644762544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6167069606644762544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6167069606644762544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/10/dinner-bet.html' title='The dinner - bet'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rw7r9l9G1cI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yt0KvfU0q1M/s72-c/P7280074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-2010480744895994982</id><published>2007-10-10T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:10:42.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>A stupid question to ask…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday &lt;/span&gt;was a hell of a day, it was a handover of keys to the tenant and there was this stupid agent from another company representing his client.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His client was more fussy than the diva Jeniffer Lopez even before he moved in and this agent is literally encouraging him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, so the handover was not an ordinary handover; it was a fully furnished premises with over the top electrical appliances. My duty was jus to make sure that my inventory is complete &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and working in good order when I handover the premises to the tenant to avoid any future misunderstanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rwyy4F9G1bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3I9LeNigByM/s1600-h/genie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rwyy4F9G1bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3I9LeNigByM/s200/genie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119663553154307506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was saying, this stupid agent la, I’ll call him “ S”, he was representing the client and we went through a check list to make sure that everything was working in order. He was not only late for an hour but he wore a HUGE genie earring on his left ear, what kind of agent wears earring during work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told him that I already ran through the inventory myself while waiting for him but HE INSISTED that we go through together AGAIN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He had a negative attitude and everything that he touches he will say “lousy” or “spoilt” despite that everything is working in good condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 1 (guest Bathroom)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;S”&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;: (turns on the shower to check the heater), owh, the water heater spoil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NO water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;: its not spoilt, there is a main tap, turn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(there was water coming from the shower; but there was no heater)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“S”&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;: No use, the heater NOT WORKING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;: (points at ELCB button) , I think you can try pushing that button upwards!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( well, what I wanted to say actually was: For the Love of God, dun ya ever use the god dam water heater before)..well I DIDN’T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“S”&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;: (SHOW OFF f*CKIN Face) , STILL, THE WATER PRESSURE VERY SMALL..LOUSY WATER PRESSURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like kickin him at his balls right that time…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(OMG, is this his house? He is jus representing the client, he shud jus shut up and make sure that everything is working in order so that his client wont demand because it will jus delay everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scenario 2 (Bedroom 3)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“S”&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;: (opens up wardrobe cupboard ; and the hinge snap), owh, the hinge is spoilt, Eunice you see! (points at hinge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me                   : its not spoilt, its jus LOOSE, will ask “R” (contractor) to fixed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“S”&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;: No you see (points directly at the hinge, that is in “L” shape)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1in; text-indent: -1in; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me                   : ( I stretch the hinge so to show him that it was working), it can be fixed ok?.. (sounds sarcastic)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“S”&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;: OWH,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;you see, nows..adays…no body use open/close door, all is sliding door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me &lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;: yeah , NOWS ADAYS..!!!..... ( WHAT THE HECK IS NOW ZA DAYS?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After everything was completed, Agent S asked his client the most stupid question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;“ so, anything that you not happy about??”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good gracious; there are so many other question to put and he have to ask that IDIOT QUESTION,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He could have ask:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far are so good rite, if there is anything lack, we hope to rectify it for you OR;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there anything that you wish to bring up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOOOO.........he didnt, he  have to ask him the blardy question.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; His client is already a fussy pot and he is asking him what other tonnes of stuff &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;he is unhappy with, Hello, if you want to close the deal, ask the right question not ask stupid question…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was pissed off, literally....but I could not leave as well, I told STUPID agent that I’m off for another appointment and everything that we have mentioned in the appointment letter will be made DONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Others request will not be entertained and if his client wants anything more than we had discussed; it shall be up to the owner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After that, I went off…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes people can have years of experience working but also years of experience repeating the same mistakes. From what I see, he could be a very experience agent but it all has fails because he does not know how to ask the right question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In life, we can have years of experience working but we can also repeat the same thing every year. It’s okay to make mistakes but not repeated mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-2010480744895994982?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/2010480744895994982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=2010480744895994982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2010480744895994982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2010480744895994982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/10/stupid-question-to-ask.html' title='A stupid question to ask…'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rwyy4F9G1bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3I9LeNigByM/s72-c/genie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-5874703248590671161</id><published>2007-10-05T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T09:55:41.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>The most unbearable day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sowee for the lack of update.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve been out from office these few weeks and have met several &lt;s&gt;horny,&lt;/s&gt; men clients that would like to invest their $$ in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. The way they talk , its like those MAFIA that you watch in movie. They give the budget and you give what they…want...(edited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously, what they want is not impossible but investor ( from ali baba land) always expect that Malaysia is some sort of cheap labour country and all the materials they want rather high end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I get the business..?…H-E-C-K NO!... even with another million, its impossible, unless all the materials comes from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and these oil bastard dun mind changing it every year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the worst was not that but the site visit in Puchong for a very well know developer constructing a double storey link house which cost something like RM 780,XXX.00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The past few week had not been easy. Imagine walking in heels, wearing jacket and skirt, to lose the jacket would mean baring my skin and tat would totally be bitching. To lose the heels would mean bare foot..in this hot weather?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I dun think so… to lose the skirt??? Well , that would be a great idea…NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The weather? Yeah it was nasty, more than 37 degree and the heat was melting my skin away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To make matter worse, there was no proper route to the showhouse, WALK or DIE in the sun. and upon arriving, there was NO WATER to drink. What kind of showhouse does not provide water or free drinks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C’mon people, purchaser is buying a property more than half a million and you can’t even provide water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was a bad day… Need I say more… ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-5874703248590671161?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5874703248590671161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=5874703248590671161' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5874703248590671161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5874703248590671161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/10/most-unbearable-day.html' title='The most unbearable day!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-2010785748753101481</id><published>2007-09-25T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:07:31.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Mid Autumn Festival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back in 1990s&lt;/span&gt;,Mid Autumn festival used to be celebrated with candles dripping all over the paved cemented floor at the yard outside my house, as i grew older, i would play with lanterns walking around with my sister and few of our childhood friends, showing off our best lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching teenage, i would have very adventurous nights of hide n seek with few of my friends from the same neighborhoods. i still remember a game that i enjoyed the most.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; The game would actually be two seeker and the rest would actually..duh..HIDE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The adventurous part of this game? everyone would have to cycle whilst maintaining the lantern. there is actually forbidden zone, and those who hide are only allowed to cycle within the range that we have all agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The rule of the game is that :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-no one should own any lighter/ matches or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- everyone should maintain their lantern.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- lantern should not be burn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-lantern should HAVE light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone is only given one coloured candle.there will be a lighter tied at the monkey bar in the playground. those whose candles goes off can go and light up their candle again in the playground, but beware of seeker. there are two, and we usually try to avoid that area, Also another hider can't gang up and hide together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; The duration of the game would end when the seeker finds all the hiders ; or if the seekers cant find all of us, then all would have to show their faces 2 minutes before their candles go off. (whichever applies), the first two person who get caught would be the seeker for the next round.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(the colored candle usually last about 20mins). ..oh! by the way, during our time, those who cheats face a terrible consequences. their bike get drip by candles. so No Cheating eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fast forward time, and i can no longer fit in with the kids running around the neighborhoods, also, its too dangerous nowadays..after nurin's case and all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I would like to go home and spend my mid autumn festival holding hands with my love ones and watching children playing with candles and lanterns at their porch. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mid year autumn wouldn’t be complete without mooncake and green tea. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy mid autumn festival to ya’ll!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-2010785748753101481?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/2010785748753101481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=2010785748753101481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2010785748753101481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2010785748753101481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/09/mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Mid Autumn Festival.'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7056481897195717549</id><published>2007-09-21T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T15:54:20.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Love can do miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; grandparents will always have reason to argue. They literally disagree with whatever topic they would tend to discuss on and it will have no conclusion, but the usual case is that my grandpa would eventually let my grandmamma wins because my grandma is one fierce lady…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My grandparents have been sleeping in separate room even since before my mum got to know my daddy. So that’s pretty much heck of a years. My mum did mentioned to me before the reason they have chosen to sleep in different rooms but perhaps it was not a good story I would like to hear, therefore I have forgotten the story. I believe that in every marriage, there would be a chapter where its difficult to go through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever the reason, I wouldn’t know and certainly would not want to know. I’m glad that both of them are still staying under the same roof in place we called home. In between times when there are not together my grandpa would be seen loitering in the coffee shop across the busy street boasting how many grandchildren he has and of course the rest of his member would do the same thing, every afternoon, every day, same time,same topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My grandma would be at someone else kitchen ; (not cooking) but playing mahjong with her “kaki” . the common thing that both my grandparents share ?? is the smile on their face when they win d lottery ( nobody frowns ok , when the win money, unless you’re a nut case)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thus having said all that, my grandma is actually a very independent woman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(no wonder I looks a bit like her..hmmmmm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you see, she was sick since last week and now the only person paying attention to her is my grandpa, my grandpa has been taking care of her and although they no longer have love for each other, my grandpa still look out for my grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The last thing I saw last night was indeed very touching, and I feel that I jus wanna share it with you. My grandmamma was already feeling lousy and she keeps whining of her back pain everytime she coughs. My cousin were in the hall ignoring everything she said whilst blasting the telly out loud. My grandpa was at the dining doing his usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Despite the telly volume was blasting so loud, my grandpa heard my grandmamma voice and quickly ask for me to get him the “vicks”. (talk about age hearing, his hearing is damn good man)..as I passed him the ointment,i stood outside my room door watching his gesture, he quickly opened the cover, he walks towards grandmamma and showed it to her, grandmamma went to sit on the couch and grandpa sit behind her, he slip his hands beneath the thin T-shirt and rub her back. Through out the time, the were no exchange of words, jus exchange of action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lastly, My grandpa said something,  (AND NO, he did not utter dialoque from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your’re the air that I breathe OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I cannot live without you OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You mean so much to me OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You die, I die (or should it be you jump, I jump ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My grandpa merely told her to get some rest and grandmamma stood up and went to her bedroom. It’s really sweet that despite both of them had wrinkles hands and crow feet all over their faces, they were jus like and ordinary human beings, loving the person you care most. And jus that simple touch from my grandpa, my grandmamma succumb to whatever he has to say. Love can do miracles!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7056481897195717549?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7056481897195717549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7056481897195717549' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7056481897195717549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7056481897195717549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-can-do-miracles.html' title='Love can do miracles'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7882690410214794959</id><published>2007-09-20T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:55:04.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Craving for attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;live with &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my grandparents in kl.... i'm going to talk about my grandma in this post...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Jus let me give you an insight of my grandmamma…My grandmamma? She is not your average grandma who wears matching floral taylor made suits, and has this weird old folks smell, or wears taichi shoes….my grandma wears T-shirt and Bermuda shorts daily. she loves wearing thong slippers...and enjoys putting vitamin-E in her hair... She paints her toenails in red or pink and she would request me to decorate her toe-nails with all the 3D nail arts that I bought…. ( oh yeah, she’s more funky than me.. seriously!) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her hobby?&lt;/span&gt; She goes up to Genting to help Uncle Lim pay his electricity bills…her favourite ?? the roulette ……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her job? &lt;/span&gt;Playing mahjong of course….with newly done painted nails by me.. so that she can show off her fellow colleague...i mean her fellow friends...….old people, they still crave for attention..&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;my grandma would never failed to amused me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ok, bac to my story…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;last week since 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; August 2007, my grandmamma fall sick, at first it was jus the typical fever- no appetite to eat, then it stretch on to Friday which I suspected that it was dengue. After my uncle took her to see the doc, it was confirmed that it is not dengue , because she is much older therefore it takes a little more time to recover. She looks much merrier that day after “her son” ( my uncle) brought her to see the doc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But since yesterday, she was still complaining bone aching, stomach cramps, headache, no appetite to eat and whining all the way. I cant take it and I started to call all my uncles…… because I knew only “ my grandma’s son” can cheer her up..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;( translated to English)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; call&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : hey, grandma is not well yet, so r u coming to see her again?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; uncle : aiyar, she is so big, sure will ok la, stomach cramp will go away, I busy la..see tomorrow how first&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: = _ = ’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; call&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me : hellow..hellow….HELLO…. grandma is not well, so r u coming to see her again? ( heard background music and loud people talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; uncle : yo, yo , yo....wasssupp…….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;grandma is not well, so r u coming to see her again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; uncle : why dun u give her a hug ? or do some massage for her la...i'm so the very busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me                : = _ = ’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;…….. hug cannot cure her la&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; uncle   : what makes u think that my presence can cure…..@$%^%&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;….she jus want attention la..$%%^^&amp;amp;**….anything else ma u wanna say..i busy la...^*&amp;amp;^@$@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: = _ = ’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;…fine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so I give up, I gave up calling my uncles because after the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; call, I was jus plain pissed off……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;on the other hand, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it makes me wonder how much my grandma would go the distance to make her son’s come to see her….but what is more remarkable is that my uncles understand my grandma more than my she understand them… and they knew that my grandmamma was jus craving for attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7882690410214794959?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7882690410214794959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7882690410214794959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7882690410214794959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7882690410214794959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/09/craving-for-attention.html' title='Craving for attention'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-4868225530411943442</id><published>2007-09-19T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:57:49.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m&lt;/span&gt; blogging from work and despite I have a list of things to do, I’m here feeling random…. now, i really really feel like lazing at home on my couch drinking something hot…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Think*… Britney spears…she has accomplished all before the age of 30 , she has money as fat as her ass…. and now she is like this screw up mum with loads of problem in her life….and lost custody of her children..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wakakkakaka… damn funny! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I kid, I kid… ..for someone who accomplished so much money but in return looses everything, it kindda sad, remember that she use to be this hot chick in “oops, I did it again.” ......Now its like “ ooops, I screw it again”..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back to today…...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I’m a little crazy today, thanx to &lt;a href="http://jasonphoon.com"&gt;jason’s&lt;/a&gt; post about his snooze problem, I woke up late today, and I did the same exact thing, snooze mode till the phone give up on itself. If it wasn’t for my Grandad who came over and wake me up I think I will be late for work….again….well again here means I’ve been late this whole week since Monday, and although I’ve been sleeping more than 8 hours, I still feel tired in work and my mind somehow flew to “fashionista land” thinking of the shoes and clothes that maybe or later I can purchase&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*SNAP OUT OF IT**&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I should get some coffee to stay wake….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-4868225530411943442?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4868225530411943442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=4868225530411943442' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4868225530411943442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4868225530411943442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8365893175183289886</id><published>2007-09-10T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:41:05.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>I am the beloved daughter !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve&lt;/span&gt; jus hanged up after talking to my mum for about an hour. Dun misunderstood, it was a friendly conversation with her. In fact, I enjoyed &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;catching up moments with her on the phone nowadays compare to days in my teenage years where I used to succumb to all her needs…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I guess times have changed and I had became a parents to my mum rather than my mum to me…………..well that’s because she would do gardening in the rain and she would play tennis even her leg hurts…doesn’t it sound like a 6 year old to me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, I was on the phone and I was referring to the snapshots that we took about the dress that I wanted to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;( my mum is a professional tailor btw).&lt;/span&gt;. she was stating that she already sewed the few design that we initially agreed on previous week….and i'm now following up with her yet another design.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Add poor her, while she was sewing for me all these dresses, she was boycott by “Emo Elaine” and “Esther the couch potato”.. they were complaining &amp; nagging on how my mum would sew all the dresses for me only to sew theirs later; they were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;obviously jealous&lt;/span&gt;……LOL..or so to&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;say….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both of my sis were nagging my mum on how she spoiled me and how they had ask my dad to stood by their theory and sing the same frequency as both my siblings….of course being a normal human dad would jus agree….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who wouldn’t?? Especially when my dad has both noisy voices on both left and right side, my dad jus agreed “ ya ya ya u sayang her tooo much” as he speaks in a very low tone to my mum…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; *&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deep inside my heart I couldn’t agree more… &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I knew that I was my mum favourite) as I hear my mum ranting about how my siblings were treating her on the conversation jus now…..  ... I also knew that my mum love em’ all the same, which parents wouldn’t?? and they would give their all for their children happiness…..maybe jus a little more love for me ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The truth…....as to why I am the favourite? Well, lets jus say that I never fought back, an even if did, I will later feel remorse and I would apologize to my mum..yeah…. I was a goodie good shoe (emo Elaine is going to vomit is she reads this) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;….reality check? You can ask my mum….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;siblings rivalry will always happen and i'm still my mums beloved daughter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"r u your mum's favourite? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8365893175183289886?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8365893175183289886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8365893175183289886' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8365893175183289886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8365893175183289886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-beloved-daughter.html' title='I am the beloved daughter !'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8980005319744247890</id><published>2007-09-07T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:04:05.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>Jus another usual day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; guess the 50&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Independence is just a one day where people take a day&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;off&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;because once everyone is back to work, is like this mad mad world where people is rushing in and out of to work, working towards datelines, rushing here and there, stuck in traffic and cycle repeats itself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been splurging on things lately due to ultimate boredom, clothes, handbags, shoes, new hairdo, supplement and make-up..i feel great doing shopping and although I know guys will never understand why girls have to have so many pair of shoes…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, you don’t have to, jus make sure your ladies are not using your money so that you don’t have to fuss about it… then again, many girls will be angry with me for putting up this post…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My purpose of this post? Well , no purpose…besides love , money can actually buy happiness........ although not forever, but a temporary happiness is good enough….but truly for me, my happiness actually comes from love…be it from family or friends…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love ya’ll…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8980005319744247890?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8980005319744247890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8980005319744247890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8980005319744247890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8980005319744247890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/09/jus-another-usual-day.html' title='Jus another usual day...'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-4901456709063822324</id><published>2007-09-01T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:37:38.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Malaysia - 50th independence day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt; the 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of August 2007, I had left office early to meet up my mum back in my hometown. I took a public transport because it was impossible to leave kl as all the major roads were closed due to the dress rehearsals for Merdeka. As I stood in the train and I overlooked the traffic and hustling of people getting in and out of the train. I remembered how it feels to be enthusiastic about the countdown. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My previous independence day since 2003 was celebrated with boost of alcohol not knowing the meaning of Independence Day. Of course back then I was still very young , and every countdown means a lot to my social life. By 8.30 pm I was all dressed, and with my super high heels, I was ready to take the dance floor after my dinner which would usually end about very late.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After countdown, I would roam around with my friends&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;then,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;looking&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;for food at 3 in d morning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those were the days…… today however, as I sit here in front of my pc, I would rather celebrate my independence day and enjoy the company of my family and my close friends and escape the hectic jam and the crazy hangover i had in previous years.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, I have came a long way back then, although 4 years is not a lot but as I saw myself grew I also saw the country I lived in grew. People are more educated nowadays and although 50 years of independence is not a lot compare to Australia or America. But for a small country, the development was rapid and what I can see front my point of view, the country has already achieved much. From intelligent city in Cyberjaya, to Petronas Twin Tower and The Smart tunnel in Kuala Lumpur; Malaysia has outnumbered many established country. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And of course, there are still rooms for improvement, but MALAYSIA would not be the same without me and you because we all play a part in molding and shaping our country be it now or the future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And as for me, i’m proud to be a MALAYSIAN.. Happy Merdeka Day Malaysia!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-4901456709063822324?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4901456709063822324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=4901456709063822324' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4901456709063822324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4901456709063822324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/09/malaysia-50th-independence-day.html' title='Malaysia - 50th independence day!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-774011816808104407</id><published>2007-08-28T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:21:53.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>Exactly what is important to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exactly&lt;/span&gt; a year a ago, I joint this firm that I’m currently working for, time flies……….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like every one who earns a pay cheque every month, I bet that at one time of a day, there are several question that you wished that you had answered to..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For example:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“ How to stay in love with my job”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ How to get along with you colleagues”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ How not to procrastinate your work”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ How to achieve what you mind is conceiving…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, and the list goes on….for those who do not understand this, my advice is to skip this post because only people who are devoted to their job knows what I’m talking about..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The truth about work is, it should not be about paying off your bills , or the car installment, or the food indulgence, or the craze to change the bumpers of the cars, or the latest gadgets or phone, or the must have shoes…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your work is basically doing something that you have spend half your life studying and achieving it in the real world, gaining satisfaction for yourself, thus …..the reward of the hard work will be reaping salary or money, or commission, or whatever you called it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sadly, many work for the latter. And very few work for passion, for example: a designer could not jus work for money, I’m sure that he must have certain passion or idea for his/her &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;client in order to proceed further , and after his client is satisfied with his work, thus his work pay off by the “ka-ching” pay cheque. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then again, the &lt;b style=""&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; of money..is the root of all evil, many will go the distance in order to earn more money in the business world &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and sometimes losing their core value and their loved ones…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They spend so much time investing in their business, they start to neglect their families and children, taking for granted only to know that after achieving at the peak, they look at themselves, are there is no one to celebrate the glory together, because people who are busy earning money usually take for granted of their loved ones. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I’m not against those who earn loads of money; in fact I spent most of my time working also) &lt;/span&gt;thinking that their love one will always be there................ yes, there will always be, but the love has faded and their money can longer buy back the time that they have wasted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;some ..some ...some time ago....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to have an ex who work at the top level management, (Lets call him C), he basically earns enough to buy a kancil every month.... He would wake up early for work and will be very very busy for the whole day. But let me tell you about C, regardless his hectic schedule, or his crazy timetable, he always make time to call me, to make sure that i'm okay, that i'm full, that i'm happy....etc etc... sometimes he even comes out to have a little tea break at the hotel lounge near his office. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I always wonder how come he had the guts to do such things like taking 2 hours off for tea and sometimes even leave as early as 3pm to accompany me shopping. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He was not the boss; incase you are wondering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His reply was simple &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ I can change many jobs, but I can only have one you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It may sounds lame, but C prove it with his action. All that he has done, all is not wasted, and is still remembered.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What would you do today; if you’re busy with your work; would you call up your love ones jus to say that you love ‘em? or you miss 'em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-774011816808104407?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/774011816808104407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=774011816808104407' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/774011816808104407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/774011816808104407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/08/exactly-what-is-important-to-you.html' title='Exactly what is important to you?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8412342929094956475</id><published>2007-08-24T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:12:59.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='island'/><title type='text'>Island escapade – Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rs5MUk0Bb_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/xBCtfNZspko/s1600-h/P7160096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rs5MUk0Bb_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/xBCtfNZspko/s200/P7160096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102099344220319730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, &lt;/span&gt;my final day in perhentian basically ends after I had a hearty breakfast at the Matahari chalet…(from the pic, u can see there where we had b'fast and the place that where we stayed.....)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before i left, I took loads of candid shot, lala shot, stupid shot, whatever u call it...m not goin to post it up here la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After we checked out, we chartered a taxi to Kota Bahru town before departing back to the city ;  we went to this famous place called "yati's"...the locals would know the place well..... u guys should come here too…I recommend, THE nasi dagang and nasi kerabu..and it goes well with the “ayam percik” and if you have sweet tooth, the local desserts is a must try!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rs5HQU0Bb8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/AF0_t7ZPGsA/s1600-h/P7170150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rs5HQU0Bb8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/AF0_t7ZPGsA/s400/P7170150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102093773647736770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i was seriously full with all the nasi, nasi  &amp; sweet desserts..i swear to god i wanted to pack all home....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and I’m so keberatan to leave..but then again, if i wanna come here, i need to work so that i can come here again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERY YEAR.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rs5Iwk0Bb-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/NXGxFAkBXCk/s1600-h/P7170133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rs5Iwk0Bb-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/NXGxFAkBXCk/s320/P7170133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102095427210145762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Perhentian is a great place to be, for those of you who wants a laid back lifetsyle, this is a place you cannot miss.......&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- its not like your average "hard rock cafe" resort , its really simple, where the locals are still using mosquito coil, and you are still sleeping on flat mattresses....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and your're in your surfer shorts and bikini top ; ready to dip in whenever the weather gets hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;provided that Perhentian will always be like that way i want it to be; not so commercialized like Redang, and NOT too many people like Phuket, i would come....i will sign up for a 3-day crash course of scuba diving.....and get a certificate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so......WHO'S JOINING ME?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8412342929094956475?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8412342929094956475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8412342929094956475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8412342929094956475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8412342929094956475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/08/island-escapade-finale.html' title='Island escapade – Finale'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rs5MUk0Bb_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/xBCtfNZspko/s72-c/P7160096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8010871553503086340</id><published>2007-08-22T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:00:29.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Those little things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;was sick the during the weekend and if you want to continue reading this post, jus let me warn you that this is actually an emo post. So if you dun wanna get emo, so stay clear out of this post k? dun say I didn’t warn you..... &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A little intro first, Those who knows me; knows that they do not need to worry for me, because I have always ..and have been …a&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;very independent person. Be it at school or at college, my parents was not worried for me when I was studying for my exams or for my finals or what the hell I was doing during my mid-term, even when I shifted house or when I went traveling solo, did my first interview or my first job….. my parents need not worry… they knew that I would take care of everything.. But for being a sick person, that was my ultimate, because being independent means that even though you are sick, you need to take care of yourself, and this is the part that I hate most.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being sick brings out the worst of me, I become a very cranky person,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will not  see a doctor unless someone brings me there and even after that; I will refuse to take medication and I refuse to eat when I’m sick because I don’t have the appetite.. I will keep vomiting and medicine won’t help, I will stay in bed until someone comes and pampers me..this is me ……..(when I’m sick)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But being sick and being independent makes me frustrated; even when I was sick 2 days ago, lying on my bed,....I remembered how was it like to be pampered by the person I truly love and treasure most, the times when I had &lt;b style=""&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to be wid me.. (lets jus call him that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was admitted in the hospital because of pneumonia in Year 2006, (yes , it was a year ago, but still..) .. he was always there,when i needed him, to be wid me and  stroke my forehead before I shut my eyes  when I open my eyes..he will be there, smiling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;During that time, H&lt;/b&gt; had stopped worked completely to take care of me. No man would do that..and he did. He knew that I could not be alone when I was sick, he would let me rest on his shoulder and comfort me to make sure that I will be alright. he will hug and squeeze me tight telling me that i should gain more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, &lt;b style=""&gt;H&lt;/b&gt; would also sit beside me during meal time making sure that I eat every single food on my table, he would make  tea for me to smell the aroma because I could not drink it; but at least to enjoy it;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; he would crush all the tablets and put it into small capsules that he sneak in so I would eat the medication;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;he would let me sleep on his arms even though the weight was causing him cramps and he would kiss my forehead and whisper into my ears stories of his..and blah...blah... before I shut my eyes and go to bed……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those little things that he did ….those little things that he said….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, they aren’t little……….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8010871553503086340?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8010871553503086340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8010871553503086340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8010871553503086340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8010871553503086340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/08/those-little-things.html' title='Those little things!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6667853847239725700</id><published>2007-08-17T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:24:56.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='island'/><title type='text'>Island escapade – Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; comes in a bit late…sowee…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My schedule has been pretty hectic due the project that we have jus undertake, thus the delay…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I was saying, Day 2 was merely snorkeling and dinner….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We woke up at 10 am , took heavy load breakfast; or jus me cause I’m d youngest and the most energetic…and so ready for snorkeling..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our snorkeling trip took us to various places, sea turtles, sharks , clown fish, yellow tank, anemone,..or whatever u called it..i always have my tongue twisted....anyways,whatever under the sea  u name it they have it, there was a time where I was so enthusiast chasing sharks that me and my guide we so so away from our boat….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here are the pics,, btw, thank to “mama’s boy” cam, we dive in with the camera to take more pics…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; *&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVgKE0BbyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aJ2A_H6xQh8/s1600-h/P7160158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVgKE0BbyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aJ2A_H6xQh8/s400/P7160158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099587879273852706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fishy fishy -theme song from Finding nemo (when Dharla - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d dentist niece) s&lt;/span&gt;torms in...- that's the surface because there was a feeding frenzy goin on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsWglk0Bb5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/dpB7x0Vb1ME/s1600-h/P7160233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsWglk0Bb5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/dpB7x0Vb1ME/s400/P7160233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099658720464433042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;and this is at the bottom, where other fishes nibbles on the remaining crumbs of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVg_U0BbzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lLG8o6Axkd4/s1600-h/P7160153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVg_U0BbzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lLG8o6Axkd4/s400/P7160153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099588794101886770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;and this is how it looks like from from the boat.....we were underneath, this photo is courtesy of the one who dare not swim in....anyways, i was so excited, i dived into the sea and my effort scares all the fishes away....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVh800Bb0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-SRfwVc4OzU/s1600-h/P7160178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVh800Bb0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-SRfwVc4OzU/s400/P7160178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099589850663841602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last but not least, the trip would not be complete if "crazy dare devil" didnt take a photo under da sea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last stop was to see sea turtles….they are so cutey cute you can really die!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVi800Bb1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3OyBFOJC7ss/s1600-h/P7160197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVi800Bb1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/3OyBFOJC7ss/s400/P7160197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099590950175469394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the turtles actually are waiting for night time to be released in the ocean..it was great seeing them frantically flapping up and down none stop..like charged super super energiser  battery!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, before we left, we saw numerous of jelly fish floating and since the guide told us it was safe, we scoop it up to play with it (i know; u might think i'm crazy, but i'm not..well..maybe jus a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVj1U0Bb2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qnw666lM5LM/s1600-h/P7160185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVj1U0Bb2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qnw666lM5LM/s400/P7160185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099591920838078306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;behold, JELLY FISH IN YOUR HANDS...then after that, we wait for the jellyfish to lose its water ..something like osmosis....wakakaka...almost dying but but not yet..then i throw it back into the sea..where IT belongs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;our snorkeling trip lasted till about 4.30 pm; where the sun already burn most of my skin except my private part......thus leaving me still TANNED now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our snorkeling trip did not END when we got back to our island, we were suppose to return those mask and flippers; but since we were already tanned and burn; so might as well play till maximum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES,&lt;/span&gt; we took the mask, flippers and camera and went venturing into the ocean without any life jacket..we walk at the edge of the rocks and dive into the sea where we saw more corals and some fish so called "doctor fish"..... we swam until the tides came in..and we were still swimming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was almost sunset, so we decided to head home, on our way home, one of my guy fren can't help but to stare at this "lady" sleeping topless....under the shade....so he wanted to take a pic of her, but since it was so obvious going right over to take her pic, (so freaking hamsap rite??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said that he will pose but make sured that i took her topless pic......and here's it....since he has one, might as well share it here...with all u guys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll some more&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVyRE0Bb3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bhT7G0-BS3Q/s1600-h/P7160225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVyRE0Bb3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/bhT7G0-BS3Q/s400/P7160225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099607790742237042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A-HA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u think i will really post up the nude pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am still a girl rite? u think i will show my own species nude pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;* ish* ish*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but the most interesting story is this..the guy friend who decided to take this pic put down his bag for a little posing..... the bag contain his chalet key... i think he was so excited to take a look at the preview in the camera, he didn't knew that he drop his keys, we didn't saw it coming either...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE REFUSE &lt;/span&gt;to pay for the lost of keys and was looking high and low to search for it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For the price of camera    : RM 1,799.00&lt;br /&gt;For the price to replace lost key : RM 20.00&lt;br /&gt;The look on his face when searching for keys: PRICELESS!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys, &lt;/span&gt;there is a lesson to be learn here, never opt to be pervert unless u know that you are paying a price for it... considering RM 20 is not expensive though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, he didn't find it, and he paid for the lost key.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good and memorable trip for him, and as for me i have fun time enjoying my dinner ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsV09E0Bb4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/t3VkvNmDWKs/s1600-h/P7160117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsV09E0Bb4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/t3VkvNmDWKs/s320/P7160117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099610745679736706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the picture is a wee bit dark; and i admit i'm lazy to edit the pictures; it will really show the tanned line..also, cause i'm not Xiaxue..and i dun't practice air-brushing my pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Scrumptious dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that basically ends my day 2 in Perhentian.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6667853847239725700?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6667853847239725700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6667853847239725700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6667853847239725700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6667853847239725700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/08/island-escapade-day-2.html' title='Island escapade – Day 2'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RsVgKE0BbyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aJ2A_H6xQh8/s72-c/P7160158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-4970722950341863848</id><published>2007-08-10T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:46:57.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What is your sense of smell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m &lt;/span&gt;supposed to be in bed by this time,  cause i need to get up early for work...but, but, but.. I took a day of for tomorrow because of the hectic schedule that I was working for the past previous Saturday. So here am I now at my parents house getting used to my brother’s pc to put this post up..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I freshen up to get to bed 5 mins ago, I realized that &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I did not brought the bag which I has all my moisturizer and toner in..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.damn....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; so I dash into my mums room and get hold of anything which I knew I can make use off..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I stared into my mum’s dressing table mirror, and slab on some night cream, I saw a reflection of myself becoming more like my mum... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(snap) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* shakes head frantically &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;suddenly, I began to remember how I was, when I was kid , barely even at my mum’s waist, I used to see her from the reflection of the mirror, the same one that she is till using now, I vividly remember how she used the put the creams on her face….. and how I love the smell…( my mum's smell &amp; the mixture of it) thats the smell of my mum with the creams that she put on her face…....I would tip toes on my tiny feet, and my eyes will briefly scan through the container that my mum use because i was so short and i could barely see the surface of the dressing table... and my little finger would stretch jus to touch the container….being mischievous, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my mum would then dab a little on my nose and my forehead and how I would mimic her even as she strokes her finger on her face and she would jus fringe a little so that the cream would absorbed in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fast forward 20 years and I’m now in front of my mum’s dressing table, doing exact same thing that she does most of the night and even now…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, maybe a little more extra moisturizer my mum uses now..such as anti-aging, eye cream, serum and so much more than keeps me wondering that she is still the same mum that I knew her 24 years ago… memories start flashes before me and I knew it…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“hey, those are anti-anging cream la..u old already meh?”&lt;/span&gt; my mum spoke as she entered the room&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“no-la , I didn’t use..jus experimenting only….”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And before I left , I opened the container again that says “night cream” and smell it before I left her room..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow,&lt;/span&gt; sometimes, No matter where you are, an what are you doing, and how far life has brought u, there a certain things that will always be remembered and will not be erased from our memory, like the “sense of smell”… it can always give u a certain memories that you have been thru whether sweet or sour, good or bad…and it makes you travel back, remembering the exact time and places….where the exact smell makes you recall your most fondest memories.....what is your memories of sense today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-4970722950341863848?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4970722950341863848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=4970722950341863848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4970722950341863848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4970722950341863848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-your-sense-of-smell.html' title='What is your sense of smell?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-3965781227824260845</id><published>2007-08-04T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:26:20.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='island'/><title type='text'>Island escapade – Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m &lt;/span&gt;so overdue with this post..nevertheless I still need to post it up….  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make everyone go &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;green eye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;monster ..my budgeted trip cost me RM 400 with balance of RM 23.74..this cost includes &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0in;" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Air      ticket, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Taxi      fares, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;boat      transfer, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;scrumptious      seafood,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Supper, tea break, breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;snorkeling      trip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;turtle      watching, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;accommodation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;basically      everything la…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We took a morning flight, and woke up wee early to be at LCCT at 6 a.m..we departed at 6.20 am and arrived Kota Bahru at 7.20 am plus , minus....&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPmy3OXwiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H6-maxW7J04/s1600-h/P7150102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPmy3OXwiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H6-maxW7J04/s400/P7150102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094669364978237986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.......the ride on the plane...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our trip was free and easy , so every decision was made there and there. We took a cab from Kota Bahru to Kuala Besut which include a return boat transfer to Pulau Perhentian.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Did I mention that my trip was to perhentian? LOL….. yeah, my trip was to perhentian…… so the whole journey from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kota&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Bahru&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to the island was about 2hours and we arrived the island at 11.30 am. Which is just in time for lunch. here's the pic where i can't wait to be in the island...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPltHOXwhI/AAAAAAAAADw/vBgw2GR1Q5Y/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPltHOXwhI/AAAAAAAAADw/vBgw2GR1Q5Y/s400/P1010055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094668166682362386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We stayed in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Long island&lt;/st1:place&gt; because Vic mentioned that that place is damn cantik…after we checked into our chalets, we went to look for food….but take a look at this really really cantik view where we had lunch….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPn93OXwjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PnIP-bFmU0o/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 314px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPn93OXwjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PnIP-bFmU0o/s400/P1010062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094670653468426802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Muwahahhahha…extremely B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L …for a PD ians who stayed her whole life in da beach….this is one island U MUST GO….u must go!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After we fill our tummy… we were up for an adventurous activity…..we checked with the guide for a jungle trekking activity on the other side.???Or so the guide claimed. He is a local there and he knows the place by heart. The guide said that we will trek to the other side of the island which is called “ personal beach”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;: personal beach ..wow! sounds cool…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friend&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: How cool is that? Not that you can swim naked..?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me           : =_=’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The guide was literally wearing some “fake crocs” yellow slippers and he told us that if was safe to trek with our japanese slippers…WE BELIEVED HIM….and we got cut on our legs because there were thorns which we could not see hidden here and there during our trekking trip…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At last, after 45 mins trekking, we could hear the sounds of the waves and we quickly took a sneak peak from the massive , bush, grass, leaves ( I dunno what you called that, jus a bunch of flora crap obstructing our view).....but it was so fun...(u can see the background of the guide with his crocs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPo8HOXwkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZY2oCf2iJBk/s1600-h/P7150066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPo8HOXwkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZY2oCf2iJBk/s400/P7150066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094671722915283522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon the sneak peak, we all rushed down to the “personal beach” ,…it was so damn AWESOME. ...especially at a hot afternoon …. we began to lose more clothes as the weather gets hotter.. (u guys know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here’s the personal beach that we were…wakakkaka..jealous rite?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPp9XOXwlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hWiGSB3zj-w/s1600-h/P7150074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 215px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPp9XOXwlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hWiGSB3zj-w/s320/P7150074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094672843901747794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;... YOUR OWN BEACH..WITH FREEDOM TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPq83OXwmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EBFK4AWgqsk/s1600-h/P7150068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 184px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPq83OXwmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/EBFK4AWgqsk/s400/P7150068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094673934823440994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO ANYTHING CAN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; long after that, the guide told us that there were sea cucumber in the waters and that we could eat it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAW&lt;/span&gt;..its so good for health..it makes your hair black and good for your tummy..although it looks pretty gross because it looks like some African dick…&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPrz3OXwnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qUmL-iTTPhM/s1600-h/P7150117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPrz3OXwnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qUmL-iTTPhM/s400/P7150117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094674879716246130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...thats's what it looks like......gross isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT GUESS WHAT????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;without hesitating , I took one out beneath the sand and started chewing it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.mmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YUMMY..........................................and one more on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPtHXOXwpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2q4pf7X8ZIk/s1600-h/P7150081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPtHXOXwpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2q4pf7X8ZIk/s320/P7150081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094676314235323026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, ok &lt;/span&gt;…I was jus kidding about the sea cucumber…..i made that all up....  i didn’t eat it .., &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EWWW…&lt;/span&gt;how can one EAT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;can’t you see that its just so GELI and wobbly and jelly look alike?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;BUT I had fun &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; with it, because once u took it out, THE THINGY will jus squirt water out from a tiny hole AT THE END....something like ejaculation….i had fun squirting it to all my friends…… of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;course they were not very happy…..but who is?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Usually the person who gets to make fun of others will always have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ULTIMATE&lt;/span&gt; fun….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPv9HOXwrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_4YyPMdWTXk/s1600-h/P7150131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 220px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPv9HOXwrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/_4YyPMdWTXk/s320/P7150131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094679436676547250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After some cam-whoring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; soaking and squirting ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;we finally went back to Long island, and this time the 45 mins of jungle trekk seems very fast because I think people are always eager to go to places and it always seems faster to get home…nevertheless, our adventure did not stop there…upon returning to long island, we continue to take a dip at the sea till the sun set and till our tummy gets hungry…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After we had dinner, we all went back to our chalets because we had signed up for a snokerlling course the next day at 10.30 am to go see sharks, turtles, fishes, corals and whatever u can find under the sea....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That bascially ends our day one in island escape........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-3965781227824260845?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/3965781227824260845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=3965781227824260845' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3965781227824260845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3965781227824260845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/08/island-escapade-day-1.html' title='Island escapade – Day 1'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RrPmy3OXwiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H6-maxW7J04/s72-c/P7150102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1060572247904200015</id><published>2007-08-03T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:59:03.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>Life's like that….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt; I sip into my morning coffee that I made myself this morning in office, I browsed through the daily headlines and saw that the student of UTAR was sexually assaulted and strangled. I wondered that the city now I live had become more notorious and each headlines is affecting my career…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just previous day, there was this guy who bought this condo in Mon’t Kira from an auction get to know that his house contained 11pieces of crap….you can imagine his horror…OMG..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Being sick with the headline, I went and browse the internet to read some blogs that I have missed. was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;also blog hopping till I came to this post: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://charngyee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anyone looking for a place to stay?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha…she jus posted it up a day ago and I came to know that a good friend of mine actually recommend me and I coincidence saw his comment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life is jus so small isn’t it, coincidence? It happens….where you least expected……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P/S: i promise after this i will post about my trip k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1060572247904200015?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1060572247904200015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1060572247904200015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1060572247904200015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1060572247904200015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/08/lifes-like-that.html' title='Life&apos;s like that….'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6273212203236983522</id><published>2007-07-30T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:52:37.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>headache...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve&lt;/span&gt; been having some serious headache lately, I’m so sorry for the delay, should have post up perhentian trip as well as the feasting that I’ve lost in the bet,&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But the headache is really excruciating and I feel my head is really heavy one side….., konon la , this few day raining in K.L and was not bother to use umbrella….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will blog when feel better..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6273212203236983522?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6273212203236983522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6273212203236983522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6273212203236983522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6273212203236983522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/07/headache.html' title='headache...'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7475900732668576551</id><published>2007-07-24T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:46:47.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>What simple gestures can do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt; I post my updated on my perhentian trip, I jus wanna share something that happen last weekend when I was on my way back to my hometown. Its actually a short story but very lengthy. Enjoy………&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a usual Saturday, and I left for PD at 2.30 pm from KL after work and lunch. I took a public transport because I was going solo and there was no point driving. It was drizzling when I was on my way, the weather got worse and was raining cats and dogs when I approach Seremban. I arrived the Terminal at 3.45pm which is close to 4 pm. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I boarded the express bus From Seremban to PD. I took a front seat on the right, which is behind the drivers seat. Since, it was already raining heavily, everyone got on the bus very quickly and soon the bus was packed with people. Not only it was full, people were merely standing and there were all sorts of aroma. ( you know what I mean) when the lift up their arm to hold the rail. Omg!! I can jus die there….And if you guys are clear about the route, the driver will take the trunk road instead of the highway. Which he will sway from left to right and vice versa thus encouraging more people to lift their arm up to let u enjoy their perfume….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The usual bus driver is an Indian, and he would drive like a mad man. anyone who boards the bus knows that..We were halfway after mambau and he took a sharp cornering before he came to a stall. From what I saw, the front route was already flooded, it was like crossing a river infront… the monsoon drain at both sides had overflow and many cars took a 3-point angle to turn back. The road too...was merely flooded both sides leaving only less than 9 feet wide. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was utterly, totally, impossible for a bus to take a U-turn. This bus was HUGE... The weather outside were cold, and there was a great fog on the driver's screen. I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;could see that drops of sweat dripping from his head to his neck. you could see that he ran out of idea... He took the towel at the rear of his steering,  first to wipe his head, then to wipe the screen and then to wipe his neck,……… EEEWWWWW…..!!!! and then he switch off the air-cond!!! because he was getting angry with the FOG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He tried to maneuvered the bus backward (reverse), but he could NOT see behind, so he maneuvered the BUS using his instinct, it was already dangerous to drive when its raining, what more driving backward with cars coming from the other direction.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS TOTAL MADNESS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No one in the bus offered to help, everyone  were jus complaining because he  had switched-off the air-cond, not one soul offer to get down from the bus to guide the driver to reverse the bus because it was raining outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i observed that the passenger inside were jus starring at the driver, expecting the driver to perform a MIRACLE to get them out..fast, fast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sense the driver was also confused. he could not possibly reverse when there were incoming cars driving into his direction. it will jus cause accident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i could see sweats trickling down from his head wetting his collar. And then it struck me that passenger in the bus were jus selfish, despite that everyone was eager to get home, no one is willing to help. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Frustrated&lt;/span&gt;, the bus driver got down from the bus and seek for help, many drivers in their luxury perodua, Toyota and local cars were honking at him because they thought the driver was on a rampage and the bus were obstructing traffic. Only after that, when they overtook the bus that they knew, they could not drive further, thus all the vehicles turn back giving cold stare to the driver who was already wet and pitiful. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alas, a courier van had came to rescue when he saw what had happened. The driver of the courier van was a malay, he did not see what skin colour the bus driver was nor did he care if it was raining heavily. He made a quick move by parking his car vertically stopping incoming vehicles so that the bus driver would be able to reverse his bus without any hassle. The malay chap also diverted incoming vehicles to turn back indicating that there was a flood.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, the bus driver managed to maneuver the bus and found a little more extra space to reverse and drive away. He waved to the chap who had helped him and we were on our way home, only using the alternate route of Siliau; which took another hour to reach home sweet home.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, I reached home at 6+, more than my usual time. My mum freaked out when I told her the story and she too.. cursed the driver, what I did not tell her that if it wasn’t for the malay chap, we all may reached home even later. Then again, I was also another stranger who sat in the bus and did nothing. As I sat in the passenger seat in my mum’s car watching the drops of rain splattering the glass window ,I jus &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thought how simple gestures could make a very big impact to the bus driver and was jus glad that I reached home safely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7475900732668576551?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7475900732668576551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7475900732668576551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7475900732668576551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7475900732668576551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-simple-gestures-can-do.html' title='What simple gestures can do!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-2068442104383603268</id><published>2007-07-20T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T12:03:13.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='island'/><title type='text'>Baked and tanned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alas, as you can see , the title says it all…..will post about my perhentian trip later, still need to sort out the photos cause they were really crazy and hilarious photo that I need to filter…can’t post it up here, but if you see me personally, then I’ll show it you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And need time to heal cause the sunburn in my skin is really painful..not to mentioned now that I’m almost the same colour as “mama’s boy”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also, I shall get a hair cut tomorrow cause my trip to the sea had really caused bad bad damages for my hair and all my ends got tangled, got fed up brushing my hair to work for the past few days…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;but if you ask me again if i would like to go perhantian again..my answer is YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-2068442104383603268?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/2068442104383603268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=2068442104383603268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2068442104383603268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2068442104383603268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/07/baked-and-tanned.html' title='Baked and tanned.'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8020049303396811983</id><published>2007-07-11T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:09:29.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>For a stupid bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would&lt;/span&gt; you queue up for 4 hours or perhaps 5 hours for a bag which is design from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anya Hindmarch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And if you don’t know who the heck is Anya, you can check her out at her website..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anyahindmarch.com/division/environmental_bags.aspx"&gt;http://www.anyahindmarch.com/division/environmental_bags.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Seriously, If you asked me, I really don’t have such patient to be queuing for such a bag….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;It’s not because I could not afford such a bag but I could not afford to waste such time for a bag…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I understand if &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; queue up&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;for&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free food &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free gift&lt;/span&gt; , or precisely for anything that is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FREE&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;but a bag made of cloth which is too simple and says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ I’m not a Plastic Bag”&lt;/span&gt; is totally ridiculous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;People from all around Malaysia came as early as 6am to queue up only to be devastated when they found out that they are only 200 pieces…or something like that…but ….I think the queue was about 2000 people from what I read from the newspaper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Actually, the designer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Anya Hindmarch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;had designed the bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; to raise awareness to protect our environment &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and to encourage people to make small changes in their behaviour… instead of using plastic bag..or &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“to influence in a positive way to make it the most fashionable way not to use plastic bags” &lt;/span&gt;or so she said….very very smart!!! - _ -''&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Trust me, I’ve grew and lived in Malaysia, and nobody actually will be bother to care for the environment, all they want the world to know is that they had purchased the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt; damn bag.. which is &lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ BRANDED”&lt;/blockquote&gt;And from what I see, they can be carrying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anya Hindmarch&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; I’m not a Plastic Bag”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;BAG&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and the other hand will be occupied with whatever plastic bag they bought from Carrefour, Parkson, 7 –eleven or whatever crap stores that give them the plastic bag. You think they will be bother to preserve the environment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I got really pissed especially when people called up the radio station this morning to show their frustration and anger..for………for not obtaining the bag..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The reason?? that they had queued up for such a long time only to find out the bags sold were limited and insufficient for everyone…not because that they actually care that they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should not &lt;/span&gt;use plastic bags..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Once again, if Anya Hindmarch would to launch yet another fashionable bag, which is cheap and affordable, the few person that called up to the radio expressing their anger because they could get their hands on the bag would once again be queuing up only to be as early as the previous time they went….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Isn’t this a sad , sad, world?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8020049303396811983?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8020049303396811983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8020049303396811983' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8020049303396811983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8020049303396811983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-stupid-bag.html' title='For a stupid bag'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1298650977633321090</id><published>2007-07-09T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:19:20.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Up-close and personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;was bac in the weekend and I met up with some of my friends whom I’ve suppose to catch up some time , long long time ago. As usual , we were talking, and crapping and everyone is talking about how they are... embarking their career.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, I think I &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pop out a question and mentioned that none us is attached or married.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friend 1   : Wah lau, u think getting married is cheap ar? get one girlfriend like u also, can declare bankruptcy &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;liao, some more wanna think of married..&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;ME             : &gt; _ &lt;.. ( I dun think’ I;m tat bad), hey, everything I have , I buy with my own money la&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friend 2: tats why, this kind of girl lagi frightening!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;ME: - _ -",&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Apalah?? Like this also cannot? Like that also cannot)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I asked another question…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ how much money is enough to have a girlfriend ? with what you earn, cannot afford ar?” &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And nobody answered my question, everyone was jus avoiding, all were giving excuse, lame and stupid excuses like:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Wait till I have a better car”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ Now is not the right time yet”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nobody wants me!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Enough only to support myself”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ Too much commitment”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the most weird wan.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ No money to buy condom”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What kind of sick person is that???I was wondering how much sex he is involved in, or how he can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Addictive.In,Doing Sex (AIDS)..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But,in the end,no body actually revealed how much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“ moo laah’ &lt;/span&gt;they earn, no matter how close we were,    this question were very personal, something like revealing a secret where they have and extra organ or a third nipple….geeesh….tats so weird….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But if they asked me I would tell, well...... nobody did and they drop the topic….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1298650977633321090?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1298650977633321090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1298650977633321090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1298650977633321090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1298650977633321090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/07/up-close-and-personal.html' title='Up-close and personal'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-2855648606432172596</id><published>2007-07-04T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:22:17.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Cold War Versus Addiction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;actually wanted to blog about my latest addiction with fashion recently but I have been busy fighting the war. Therefore. I shall now tell u d story of my war first then my addiction.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The war I was fighting is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;political war&lt;/span&gt; with the accounts called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss emo queen&lt;/span&gt;, I shall name her that from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I mentioned previously that she often have mood swings and long periods, but the worst had occurred where there was an important case to do last Saturday on 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; june and coincidently, I have other errands to run to, and she had the guts to take leave because she knew that I could not possibly split my body into halves and run both errands at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thus, having submitted her leave form, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;mis emo queen&lt;/span&gt; knew that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;boss a.k.a Mr Reverse Psychology &lt;/span&gt;would approved and she thought that I would have to beg her to stay at work on Saturday cause that was the only choice. Erk!! Xxxx tat did not happen!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebel&lt;/span&gt;, I could not possibly succumb to all her idiosyncrasy… and although I’m not a blue eye girl, I believe I still stand a chance in this so called “cold war”. so what i did was I sent her an sms stating that she d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;id not keep up to her promise&lt;/span&gt; and do not mean what she said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Miss Emo queen replied: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stating that she have forgotten the whole thing and that it was no big deal and would make it to office the next day. Mr. Reverse Psychology also called up to confirm and check if she would make it up to work the next day. But she later breakdown and cried because or according to rumors that my message was so cold and mean. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Or that was the story I heard from the others ( other colleague that watch the incident of Ms. Emo Queen breaks down and cry)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey, at all time, &lt;/span&gt;I was outside and I did not know what misfits she had come up with. Whether she breaks down and cry because of my sms or because someone had called her “FAT” no one really knows what the problem is…&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, and so the cold war &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;started since i last blogged and ended yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, because I had decided to bring this issue up to Mr. Reverse Psychology. And thus giving him this nickname, I think he would be capable to handle Miss Emo queen &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;because not only is he much bigger and better or more powerful than her. But its because she has a a very huge huge C_USH on him. LOL LOL..sshh...shhhhhhh -----it's a secret k? dun tell anyone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MEANWHILE&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i have been addicted to the latest fashion clothing line, &lt;a href="http://www.principles.co.uk/"&gt;principles&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://warehouse.co.uk/"&gt;warehouse&lt;/a&gt;...they are so suitable For petite people like me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love, LOVE , love&lt;/span&gt; all their dresses and i've been thinking to get my hands on &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.principles.co.uk/pws/ProductDetails.ice?ProductID=4830"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.warehouse.co.uk/pws/ProductDetails.ice?ProductID=4065"&gt;this,&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.warehouse.co.uk/pws/ProductDetails.ice?ProductID=3818"&gt;this,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http://www.warehouse.co.uk/pws/ProductDetails.ice?ProductID=3705"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and this. i even show those design to my mum, and she tole me that they are so vintage and it was like grandma's dresses during my grandma's days...i wish my grandma didn't threw her dresses away....&gt;_&lt;.... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i was jus kidding..i WON'T wear by grandma's dress even if she keeps it..thats jus so eeewwwwwwww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I so badly want em', and  their so freaking expensive..getting all that would actually cost me RM 2,000. that would really burn a big pocket in my hole...a REAL BIG ONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i need to save also for my Perhentian Trip which is coming in next 10 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll take loads of pichass...till then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-2855648606432172596?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/2855648606432172596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=2855648606432172596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2855648606432172596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/2855648606432172596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/06/cold-war-versus-addiction.html' title='Cold War Versus Addiction!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7939224890407570208</id><published>2007-06-24T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T02:27:18.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Coincidence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been back for the weekend and there were too many coincidences and i jus wanna share this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a late Saturday evening and i was heading to club to have dinner wid ma parents cus they were already there to play tennis and i followed "mama's boy" to club instead when "mama's boy" a.k.a Brandon told me that he need to drop of his sis somewhere or some birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the "taman" and he was saying some house number 2, Being in a property line, its impossible not to be able to identified the house. nonetheless, the direction he gave was lousy, "behind the purple house"..i dun even know if its a description....and of course we could not find it until we made a call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Coinsidence 1: the birthday girl turns out to be a daughter of a tauke shop that me and my mum alwis visit, and we even knows the daughter. (how could i not know that she lives here?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So  i went and met my mum at the tennis court and was introduce to this young chap called "chad"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so  we had a short talk&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and he mentioned that we were in the same high school..which i dun recall #_#",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he mentioned all the friends that i knew, and i re confirm all the friends he knew because his friends were actually friends that i knew too..it was strange that i never knew him...or seen him before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Coincidence 2:he knew all the common friends which i coincidently also know, but i really really cant recall him from anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but anyways, we ended the conversation because he was rushing to meet his uncle which later he mention something about name, and that suddenly it strikes me that this guys name is not&lt;br /&gt;"chad" but "chet" the brother of chet yeng...he should jus introduced himself as the surname la....and he was so surprised that i actually spells out his sur name... = _ = "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Super Coincidence : i actually knew his sister , and his sister and me were close because we are from the same batch, ....and we went around the world talking about his history of datuk , moyang  and so so much great historical stories only to find out that he's the brother of my friend....super duh la me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world is really small or perhaps PD is really small.....really small!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;weekend is really weird because too many coincidence had happen, and i should really get some sleep now..........so that i may accidentally, coincidentally, dream about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7939224890407570208?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7939224890407570208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7939224890407570208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7939224890407570208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7939224890407570208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/06/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence...'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1257475567938196166</id><published>2007-06-22T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:22:17.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>We as human are never contented..never</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recently&lt;/span&gt;, a colleague of mine had throw a tantrum during work, showing dissatisfaction with the amount of work load that she have because there is not enough staff to do the job….i’m sure you and I have been in this kind of shoe before?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NO??? NEVER???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Either you are not working &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or you are the boss….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;What am I trying to say? Well basically, throwing tantrum or showing unpleasant face to your co-worker is totally acceptable..why?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE &lt;/span&gt;we all are human…and its very normal that we will have blue day… but what will happen when the blue day becomes &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLUE DAYS&lt;/span&gt;……???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;It will actually affect other co-workers, unless your co-worker is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME &lt;/span&gt;, then not to worry cause I’m always happy. But its different when i’m your superior…LOL&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Terpesong ady). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;People usually accepts that everyone has their bloody mood swings and period once in a month , be it guys or girls… OR AN acceptable &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;BLUE MONDAY&lt;/span&gt; …. but been have to face a stuck up crude superior or a moody co-worker really affects you work because not only you need to face this person but 8 hour in a day??? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C’mon…….??either you MAKE them QUIT or YOU QUIT….&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;And only the strongest will survive,….hahahahhah….okay, I know it sounds a bit scary now but working is not jus work and work.... it you really want to excel…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I think it takes a lot of EQ to survive in today’s workplace, especially if you wants to be the TOP…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Its not jus effort,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Its not jus determination,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Its not jus time,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Its jus responsibility,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;It takes that much of passion and extra mile to really excel in something you badly want TO ACHIEVE and how far you will go for it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Let alone the job, you need to face rude and inconsiderate people along the way who will do anything to make it to the top. And thus being in the same game, you will FIND that life is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNFAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;But life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fair&lt;/span&gt;, and it will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never be&lt;/span&gt;, its up to you and me to change the mentality… BE contented with life and what God have actually bless us….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Count your blessings today!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1257475567938196166?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1257475567938196166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1257475567938196166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1257475567938196166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1257475567938196166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-as-human-are-never-contentednever.html' title='We as human are never contented..never'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1827396828737432</id><published>2007-06-14T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:21:01.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Here i Come.....Can't Wait!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RnEV4NfKS3I/AAAAAAAAADo/dNiY67F0jXw/s1600-h/perhentian+island.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m goin to Perhentian… WEEEEEE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I have been chattin with &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Brandon&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and &lt;a href="http://voch.wordpress.com"&gt;Victor&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HECK!&lt;/span&gt;! Both of them has taken a road trip to those island that I’m dreaming off …&gt;_&lt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ALSO ALSO ALSO&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve bump into friends telling me how beautiful those beaches are compare to those that we have bac in pd….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ARRGGHHHH&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(pluck , pluck, pluck , pluck, Hair) and ( stomp, stomp , stomp feet) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;so I’ve made a really prompt to decision to just go…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Air Asia&lt;/span&gt; online and place a booking for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“ RM 1.99”&lt;/span&gt; and confirm on the day itself..plus some of my reallllly good friends will be coming………..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RnEV4NfKS3I/AAAAAAAAADo/dNiY67F0jXw/s1600-h/perhentian+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RnEV4NfKS3I/AAAAAAAAADo/dNiY67F0jXw/s320/perhentian+island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075862310460476274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1827396828737432?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1827396828737432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1827396828737432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1827396828737432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1827396828737432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-i-comecant-wait.html' title='Here i Come.....Can&apos;t Wait!!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RnEV4NfKS3I/AAAAAAAAADo/dNiY67F0jXw/s72-c/perhentian+island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-3911626909663989916</id><published>2007-06-11T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:40:21.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bets'/><title type='text'>The Bet- update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay,&lt;/strong&gt; as so you can see I’m not that happy with the way I pose..&lt;br /&gt;Not cam-whoring though but its because the &lt;strong&gt;Garden is soo damn nicely done….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074753156631120722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="364" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rm0lG9fKS1I/AAAAAAAAADY/jhKwYtBS3-w/s400/P1010003.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, the bet will expire in july and the grass are so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that they look so fake.. and ..and… OKAY OKAY...so the garden is pretty nice now..but maybe they jus purposely maintain till the bets expire..see....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074754281912552290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rm0mIdfKS2I/AAAAAAAAADg/rzEnCMYAssc/s400/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna sounds like a sorry loser but everything is growing in place…and even got path way...and my mum force my brother n sister to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;WATER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the plant whenever she is away , be it when she is in kl or in oversea…she FORCE THEM to water the plant ok…??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that’s why I lost…so it’s a good reason &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(*pats own self*) self condolence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-3911626909663989916?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/3911626909663989916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=3911626909663989916' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3911626909663989916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3911626909663989916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/06/bet-update.html' title='The Bet- update'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rm0lG9fKS1I/AAAAAAAAADY/jhKwYtBS3-w/s72-c/P1010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-3509867311476510125</id><published>2007-06-08T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:20:26.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>Down with flu, bac to work..</title><content type='html'>Yeah!.. So I took an off day yesterday which is a whole day ..mind you..to Rest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I’m bac to work…it's so strange how much you can do in 8 hours and when u take the time to rest and sleep, its all gone…..thats it..finish all 8 hours sleepin n lazing on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home early on Wednesday so that I can have a good rest, say about 3...I was already feeling feverish by then and decided that since my work was almost done for the that day so I jus leave early….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNFORTUNATELY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didn’t  turn out the way I wanted, the next day (which is Thursday) I was feeling really giddy and could even lift my self out from my bed, so I smsed my boss and mentioned that I wont be going to work.. YEepee.. he replied a fast one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"OK"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I slept until 12.30pm when the heat finally woke me up,  I was shocked to see so many missed calls on my phone. ..I dun actually know how much calls i receive in a day... but anyways ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN’T HEAR ANY OF THEM  (i think the flu medicine is really good…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am working again as usual and catching up on all the stuff that is pending from yesterday, it so strange that when you are working, time pass really fast, but that also means that works get done and things are starting to move on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kindda miss lazing around now…being at home jus sitting at the couch watching tv.... but the night is still early and i still have so much to do yet, well despite brushing up on work,i need to get my life bac on track..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep u guys update...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-3509867311476510125?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/3509867311476510125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=3509867311476510125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3509867311476510125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/3509867311476510125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/06/down-with-flu-bac-to-work.html' title='Down with flu, bac to work..'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-5969943316150898108</id><published>2007-06-05T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:20:26.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>Responsibility...</title><content type='html'>I think I have been having some bad luck lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually busy&lt;br /&gt;the whole day yesterday and I have no time so when I reach office yesterday I&lt;br /&gt;was shocked to see my new girl missing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nvm, so when I ask my colleague she gave me the&lt;strong&gt; “shoulder”&lt;/strong&gt; stating that she don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call her……….of course she didn’t pick up my call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, my boss came in and ask me about her (the new girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave him the same &lt;strong&gt;shoulder &lt;/strong&gt;that my colleague gave&lt;br /&gt;me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sms her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“ U ada hal? Kenapa tak masuk ofis?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply came at 11am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“ Sorry ms Eunice, I demam &amp;amp; cirit birit. Esok I datang keje. I&lt;br /&gt;bkn main2.&lt;br /&gt;Tadi I dkt klinik masa you call.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(yeah rite, u have time to go to clinic and u cant even lift a&lt;br /&gt;finger to press dial and let me know that you are sick and only&lt;br /&gt;bother to call when I sms)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is Ridiculous….of course the worse is yet to come which is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not turn up for work, as I expected..well I guess people who is hired nowdays are jus not bothered to be responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of world is this.. ..?IF I pay you and you come to work. So simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people don’t like the work , then don’t take the offer, why even bother…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-5969943316150898108?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5969943316150898108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=5969943316150898108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5969943316150898108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5969943316150898108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/06/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility...'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1361584039115905235</id><published>2007-06-01T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:44:12.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ah ya…..&lt;/strong&gt;so today is the first day that the new gurl came, I did mentioned that the last time I hired the gurl ….she left rite? Okay..she did…not even a month&lt;strong&gt;....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not being mean okay..i know u guys must be wondering that I was giving people a hard time but the fact is I didn’t...  and even brought her out for lunch..many times ok???&lt;br /&gt;But I would not know what was her problem, maybe I was too demanding&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYBE ..MAYBE ONLY….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;And through out the course, I did advertise and I was going through interviews, I decided a handful of three and what the heck….i jus called up this gurl and she said she can come ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phew…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have an appointment later in the afternoon and I was thinking whether or not,&lt;br /&gt;I should give her some job to do…because from here, I could see that she was jus&lt;br /&gt;waiting for instructions….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she looks really depressed for whatever reason I don’t know…and because my previous gurl left for no reason or maybe &lt;strong&gt;STRESS&lt;/strong&gt; …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ should I give her ?, some work maybe?”hmmm……….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I called her and our talk when something like this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"you ok?, semua kerja…sangat senang punya..kerja admin saje”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(omg…what the heck, what am I saying???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Of course she stood there, smiling and she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wouldn’t dare to look at me, the whole time she was starring at the floor…i felt as though i was wooing her....what is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“ Actually, I baru saje recover from chicken pox, miss pernah ada chicken pox?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+_+”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(a good way to start a conversation, I really don’t know what else to say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“u kenal joey kan? Dia accounts, u ask her what she needs and assists her ok?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and so she went out..omg..i was speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I intercom my colleagues, and I told her to give her the usual day job that she should do...i jus dun care anymore, its not my problem and for now I jus wanna do my work and later la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe later or next week I'll give her all my pending stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, she might quit the job ….AGAIN…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1361584039115905235?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1361584039115905235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1361584039115905235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1361584039115905235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1361584039115905235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-my-problem.html' title='Not my problem'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-27409568525775023</id><published>2007-05-25T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:20:43.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>And then there was one..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; have no time to blog these few days because I’m down with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; power again. Me and me. My assistant left like 2 weeks ago and now my life is busy like hell plus my boss is giving me datelines and my family is going on holiday without me and I’m losing the bet between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is really &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here because everything in my life is JUS not so right NOW and despite that I have money coming in I dun seems to have the time to spent them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I SEE MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on and off my bed to work and back to bed to sleep. And in between times is jus eat and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel no difference from a cow working like a slave on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems now that &lt;strong&gt;24 hour&lt;/strong&gt; is really not enough NOW and everyday is passing so fast. I only can pass by my days even as I glance at advertisement and billboards at the roadside knowing that the &lt;strong&gt;Pirates of Caribbean&lt;/strong&gt; is on screen now and the new &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sony Ericsson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; phone is out and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pre-Sale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is on. And here I am rushing in betweens appointment catching my breath and a glimpse of what i did in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I’m in the brink of snapping out any moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human are so difficult to pleased and so to hard be satisfied with life , then again, which human does not want to improve their life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-27409568525775023?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/27409568525775023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=27409568525775023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/27409568525775023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/27409568525775023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-then-there-was-one.html' title='And then there was one..'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-5084502003905805713</id><published>2007-05-19T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:09:02.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super duper cute cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last&lt;/strong&gt; weekend, I went and visit my ex-boss, not as to see how is he doing without me la of course, but to see his daughter, to make the story short, his daughter is under the care of my mum, which makes my mum and my ex-boss wife close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to cut the story short, I not only went to see her daughter but also his newborns;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at this: this is her daughter Yee Han.. she is sooooooooooo CUTE wey…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="581" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/eunicesua/P1010014.jpg" width="579" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And this is Yee Tong, another sister of Yee Han , take a look…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="536" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/eunicesua/P1010004.jpg" width="554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I mention that they were twins? ...super super cute cute!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 342px" height="470" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/eunicesua/P1010021.jpg" width="645" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They look really cute when both of them are together, here's more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 434px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="543" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/eunicesua/P1010020.jpg" width="643" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I suddenly have maternal instinct …I was crazy seeing both of them together, and they smell sooooooooo Good..... smacking good&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...mmmm ..mmmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss them so many many times before I left…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on my “Betting Garden with Family “ will be up next week…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-5084502003905805713?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5084502003905805713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=5084502003905805713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5084502003905805713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5084502003905805713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/05/super-duper-cute-cute.html' title='Super duper cute cute!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8368813975116181952</id><published>2007-05-10T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:21:52.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>What is so Funny?</title><content type='html'>I’ve received a message from a friend through my msn stating that I have spelling error in my blog ; and its really funny to understand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking &lt;strong&gt;“ Really funny to understand”&lt;/strong&gt; is what sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I do apologize if people who are reading my blog have really &lt;strong&gt;HARD TIME&lt;/strong&gt; understanding but sure sometimes the blog would be funny and sometimes not….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m a very very positive person and therefore would welcome any feedback be it good or bad but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNY to UNDERSTAND is TOTALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; unacceptable mate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8368813975116181952?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8368813975116181952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8368813975116181952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8368813975116181952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8368813975116181952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-is-so-funny.html' title='What is so Funny?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7395961571142319460</id><published>2007-05-08T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:21:52.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lately&lt;/strong&gt;, I’ve been very determine to go through transformation. Transformation for better of course. Nevertheless, transformation is a process that takes a very long time and the process is never easy. And although I’m not enjoying it now but I know the outcome will be superiffic ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ Privilege is given to those who are willing to go through transformation”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that’s what my Pastor said, he preached that Sunday, I felt that he was actually talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a healthier life:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to drink a glass of water before and after bed ( I sometimes forget this procedure and only end up drinking only the latter part at night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stay away from coffee and try to minimize to drinking only one a day... be it coffee, tea or any caffeinated drinks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- eat at least one fruit a day; which is still very impossible to achieve even as I’m writing my blog, I’m till munching on cookies.. macadamia nuts and chocolate chip..mmmmm yummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oh ya, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUT DOWN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on munching activities, be it cookies, desserts, cakes, muffins; nuts, crackers, salads with overloads cheese and mayonnaise dressings, it should be just salads with no dressings and drink loads  of  juice or whatever which is kosong la without sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to cut down on spicy food ( SAMBAL PETAI, nasi lemak, curry laksa, rendang, nyonya rice) which is very very very difficult. Did I said that it was &lt;strong&gt;VERY DIFFICULT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For better prospect at work:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to set a to do list and check item every morning and before I leave for work;( I hope I can really achieve this) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to buy a palm/ or pocket pc to store all my data ; so that I can hand carry anywhere and contact all the important person…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to make a list at the end of the day of what I’ve learned, who was the most fun to interact with and how it contributed towards the success in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to stop arguing wid my boss because it would jus spell disaster for me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be a better person:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-to admit my mistake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to dress down and try not to be over the top;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to be at home at least 24 hour(so far I have not been at home for 24 hours yet) I feel the urge to go out most of the time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- listen actively which most of the time I have failed….( yeah yeah I know )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to spend more time with my family and friends instead of jus work and work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Undergoing process and its effect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spending more time with family and having yum cha session wid friends now ..sounds like good networking but keep slacking at work ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- manage to make a to do items list everyday but failed to tally the items completed with those that are pending at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- succeeded in abstaining from caffeine a whole day but feast crazily during the weekends which is not good….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve used most of my money shopping so I guess I’m still saving to buy me a pocket pc…keep saving!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, &lt;strong&gt;transformation &lt;/strong&gt;is not easy and I’m doing my best to do what I can achieve, sometimes I get really tired, especially the caffeine addict part..i go crazy and I would fantise myself having a sip of coffee or tea and it will totally de-stress me out &lt;strong&gt;IMMEDIATELY,&lt;/strong&gt; but then again without coffee also makes me go to bed early and be early for work; WHICH &lt;strong&gt;ALSO MEANS&lt;/strong&gt; a good and healthy lifestyle..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7395961571142319460?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7395961571142319460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7395961571142319460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7395961571142319460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7395961571142319460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/05/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8392034341507985487</id><published>2007-04-28T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:22:17.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>What say YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Some&lt;/strong&gt; quote that I read, I’ve forgotten where I’ve read it but it goes something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;“ God gave men only one brain and one penis but not enough blood to run both at the same time”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to hear from you guys.. True ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8392034341507985487?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8392034341507985487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8392034341507985487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8392034341507985487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8392034341507985487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-say-you.html' title='What say YOU?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1324624687691165982</id><published>2007-04-24T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:21:52.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Awakening!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Ri1jWg2jaDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1cCYuMKdz8c/s1600-h/spring.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056807195033954354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Ri1jWg2jaDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1cCYuMKdz8c/s200/spring.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; have been really moody these few days cause my works sucks and I hate everything I do because it all jus crap , crap and I have lost the will to continue to talk about my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, I felt refreshing after I went to a service an it really change my whole perception and the idea of my job. I wished I could share it with you, he was an African speaker and he gave a very hilarious speech but a very sharp message right through the heart. It was as though he was speaking to you. He preached for an hour and half but I wished he spoke longer. Maybe jus one message that he gave during a closing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“ God will fulfill all your needs according to His richness and Glory”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means no matter what I’m facing. The One will provide everything for me. And I think that everything happens for a reason. Obstacle only makes one stronger and therefore I rest my case and accepted the whole situation what is goin on in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fren once told me that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after winter there would always be spring!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056810497863804994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Ri1mWw2jaEI/AAAAAAAAADI/aYVazv_nvlo/s200/spring1.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1324624687691165982?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1324624687691165982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1324624687691165982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1324624687691165982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1324624687691165982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/04/awakening.html' title='Awakening!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Ri1jWg2jaDI/AAAAAAAAADA/1cCYuMKdz8c/s72-c/spring.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-6338256668460367093</id><published>2007-04-21T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:20:26.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>Frustrated with work, angry at myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lately,&lt;/strong&gt; I have not been updating cause I’m really so fed up with work.. I think everyone faces this dilemma when their in this working world whether they are the boss or the employee. It’s all peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s the performance review that’s driving me crazy that is why I’m suddenly in this maddening-rushing mode to complete all my assignment and task. I dun even have time to breathe or enjoy my lunch break. All this is causing my diet to fluctuate as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I’m more angry with myself because I’m not performing to what I’m expecting. On the other hand, I’m mad at my boss because he is accusing me of something I did which I didn’t do and something that he thinks is important which I think is not. Okay, maybe everyone would wants to defend for their rights and everyone would like to say that they are correct and not wrong. And even though they would admit it that it’s their fault, people are likely to defend themselves giving their supportive reason to cover their backside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m jus working to earn a days living, why life have to be difficult and I realize that the person that I’m working is one tough ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE IT, I HATE IT..!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who use their power and abuse it.. i'm gonna throw something now, so i gotta run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-6338256668460367093?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/6338256668460367093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=6338256668460367093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6338256668460367093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/6338256668460367093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/04/frustrated-with-work-angry-at-myself.html' title='Frustrated with work, angry at myself!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-4804174251285524591</id><published>2007-04-10T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:20:52.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Too Old to handle..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;/strong&gt;last few days had been a pretty hectic week….but there is one funny story I would like to share….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a good story of course, cause it’s other people story, but this is about my grandpa and I dun think any of his friends have a  blog, and they are all to old to know so who cares rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was this very &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; festival in my place where the Chinese temple actually held an event where they are giving free boost and free food. I did not attend the event because all the food there was actually prayed t idols and I should not consume on those food. Furthermore, I have a date with another of my uncle because we went to the hospital to see his wife and then later meet up with my dad in Steven corner-setapak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who attended the dinner were my other uncles.  All my uncles are kaki drinkers so for sure they will be there, so if my uncles are kakis, then they must have inherited it from their father which is my grandpa. So it makes the half table drinkers la. it means they will only stop if the supplies stop..which is very unlikely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward the time, it was already 12.30 am and me and my dad went home after steven's corner….as in home in kl a.k.a my house cause he’s too tired to drive home to pd, and I offered a shelter for him to stay la…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the part&lt;/strong&gt;: I went into the room and switch on the light and we (me and my dad) saw a pants which is believe too be worn by my grandpa for the dinner but the problem is that the pants is wet and is on the floor,&lt;em&gt; (typical example:like a  three year old kid where the kid peed in his pants and his mama took off the pants to wipe the floor..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me   : omg , this is joke rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;DAD : this joker must be kenot tahan la..(laughs hysterically) with al the HA HA HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dads laugh so loud that he broke the silence and my grandpa woke up wearing only underwear and an oversize jersey covering his underpants....he stood up for 5 seconds and he look bewildered, and after staring both of us.. he said in canto &lt;strong&gt;“ mou chou la”&lt;/strong&gt; – meaning dun make noise +__ +” and showing the hand signal &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ssssHHH)..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then he brush us off, walked passed us and went to toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is this?? What ? what ?? what kind of attitude?? Omg?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came bac after a while and then straight away went to bed and started snoring before I can say “ this is unbelievable”  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS soooo..UNBELIEVABLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why I alwis face this kindda classic situation. And because my grandpa was too drunk to wipe the floor…guess what? I’m d one that is doin all this ah sei job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking to myself why my grandpa even bother coming home to pee, he should jus run to the toilet instead &lt;strong&gt;OR?&lt;/strong&gt; jus pee anywhere near the roadside la, after all, who would be interested with an old man peeing at the side of the road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think alcohol is good &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too much of alcohol is not good, &lt;strong&gt;NOT GOOD!&lt;/strong&gt;  in fact too much of anything is not good.. here u have..a living testimonial….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-4804174251285524591?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4804174251285524591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=4804174251285524591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4804174251285524591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4804174251285524591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-old-to-handle.html' title='Too Old to handle..'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-4045907850177192623</id><published>2007-04-04T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:59:32.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>What are the odds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Remember&lt;/strong&gt; that all you guys were calling me human pesticide…??well then.. good news to those who feel bad for them…. I decide to give pest a chance in my office and I hire them… what are the odds??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, u guys must be flabbergasted right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here are some reasons to why I made such a decision:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1.Their requirement for salary is much lower (meaning company can save on fixed cost)&lt;br /&gt;  2.They are willing to work a day to day job, from 9-5, doin the same thing, 288 days in a year.&lt;br /&gt;  3.Their population is a lot, which makes them very competitive and will settle for a lower pay.&lt;br /&gt;  4.They are not pretty good with figures, so basically they will not jeopardize myposition….LOL  ( ok ok, tat was jus for fun!!)&lt;br /&gt;  5.They are humble people, hmmm…did I jus said a good thing about them..??...well not all of them are like that, but the one that I’m hiring is humble, but still too early to judge…… let’s jus see after 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have nothing much more to say because all I have in my mind about them is &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, at least I’m frank and seriously I have no problem hanging out with them, is the majority of them and their stupidity that gives problem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For EXAAAMPLE&lt;/strong&gt; ….: Hovering on the bike with 3 people,    not having family planning (because they are so addicted to sex),    squeezing 7-8 people in a Kancil with their windows wound down, swimming with their clothes on (t-shirt &amp; track suits),  not holding their kids when they cross the road….buying bundle clothes which is worn by others, wearing 2nd hand adidas shoes, having picnic in klcc park-in the dark-feeding mosquitoes-aka becoming PARI-PARI (cause they are semi-naked)… and the list goes on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only  the minority ones are smart enough to abuse such rights given to them….and therefore they are the one that are using this right to make themselves rich! So please, I’m not being racism because I did a good deed by hiring one of them ok??&lt;br /&gt;Meaning it lowers down the percentage of bumi being unemployed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll be quite busy the next whole week cause I will start to give her some work to do, maybe after that I will have more time for myself to do my work. And more time to blog… : P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-4045907850177192623?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4045907850177192623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=4045907850177192623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4045907850177192623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4045907850177192623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-are-odds.html' title='What are the odds?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-4019512015786614560</id><published>2007-04-02T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:06:43.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It’s Official !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; went back home last week to catch up with my family, I think it has been weeks that I’ve not returned home. When I went home my family was busy cleaning up the garden. A garden that was not bigger than 200 sq feet. &lt;strong&gt;Seriously!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum and dad went to a nursery nearby and bought RM 300 of plants to beautified my so called garden . I think it was the last time, the person who came so close to my garden was my grandpa, who came down to clear the grass and help my mum plant the bougainvilleas and Christmas tree. That was century ago…say about &lt;strong&gt;10 years ago&lt;/strong&gt;…lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 6pm when I looked at my time, and it has started to drizzle outside, from the hall that I was sitting, I could see two shadows outside busy gardening and ignoring the rain. Unsure that they were both my parents, I took the initiative to get out to confirm that the two freaking person were my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was them of course. It was starting to drizzle heavily and I took an umbrella and courtesly invited both of them to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME: Excuse me kids, but I think playtime is over, it’s raining now….so please get your hands clean and ready for dinner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MUM: we are going to clean this garden girl!! then later it will be very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DAD: we have been cleaning for a week already, it goin to be very nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, they are crazy , they cannot even maintain a clean car for a week and now they wanna clean up the garden, I mean, THE GARDEN!!! hello???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: u guys are just wasting time la, c’mon I’m can bet with you that all the carpet grass will just die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MUM: no, it wont, these are expensive grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME: ok, I’ll bet with you that it wont even last 3 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MUM: ok,&lt;strong&gt; BET LA&lt;/strong&gt;, I can tell by 3 months this garden will be very beautiful….if not I belanja makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ME: ok, what if I win, THEN daddy have to belanja me makan and u have to sew me one months cloths &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FREE OF CHARGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MUM : ok! no problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DAD : onZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, So, its official, this is goin to be a winning bet....i'm laughing my heart out....jus let me theoretically show you how this bet is goin to work… wahahahahahhaah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048757539760900690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RhDKO6KGClI/AAAAAAAAACw/1EQgXQSKx_w/s200/the+bet.jpg" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i know the diagram is a bit blurr...the sides in light green on the left actually shows a row of short plant which is not taller than 2feet... and the cili padi plant at the corner...the shade in sea blue actually shows some plant...which i dun know.... and the oval shape shows the christmas tree..the rest is all suppose to be the carpet grass...So if any of these does not grow.. I mean DOES NOT GROW , either, grass, plants cili padi, or what so ever. I will &lt;strong&gt;win &lt;/strong&gt;the bet. Muawahahahhha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait. &lt;strong&gt;I SHALL WIN THE BET,&lt;/strong&gt; it’s jus a matter of time……it already feels so good now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will keep update in june, where the bets expire..now is the duration to maintain it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-4019512015786614560?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4019512015786614560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=4019512015786614560' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4019512015786614560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4019512015786614560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-official.html' title='It’s Official !'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RhDKO6KGClI/AAAAAAAAACw/1EQgXQSKx_w/s72-c/the+bet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-4481779370725797292</id><published>2007-03-29T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:59:32.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>Dress with Pride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;actually wanted to blog what happened yesterday about a girl that I interviewed yesterday. I dun have the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview session starts at 10 onwards yesterday, and since I was in office the whole day, I told that who so ever who call in on that day can also walk-in for an interview well except for u know&lt;strong&gt;….PEST….&lt;/strong&gt; the secret to scan thru them is well..asking their full name of course…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they stated their names, then it’s also easier to scan, an auto filter through phone…LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I know I’m very cruel and but this is what my company wants..&lt;strong&gt;no pest&lt;/strong&gt; and no…erm erm..no others…hhehehehehheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bac to the interview session, the first wan was okay, of course the usual …..but the last question was funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Interviewee 1 : how many days I need to work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : 5 and a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Interviewee 1 : ( keeps quiet for 4 seconds ) SO Long ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : what is short then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Interviewee 1 : (Smiles)…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd got lost I think, so she &lt;strong&gt;FFK &lt;/strong&gt;an since she is not bother for an interview so I’m not bother to call her….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the 3rd one that I was shocked… she came in looking all sweaty….and good gracious me, she was dressed in jeans skirt and T-shirt… I was looking at her resume and she wanted to be an admin staff…. Okay….( I thought to myself and told her to take her seat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her language was all ROJAK , canto, Chinese and English, I wonder if she really read the newspaper by herself to apply for the job. And I looked at her age.. 24 years old!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That’s same age as me.. okay I know that I’m being very bias , but even so, dressin in jeans does not get you no-where to a proper job in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not advertising for shampoo girl….hello? but that was not the proper word to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : Are you aware of the post you are applying for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Interviewee 3 : HUH? Post for job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : (Oh my god, this is getting so awkward)… so I spoke to her in canto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Interview 3: YES. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me : ( For god sake, I asked u in Canto, u answered me in English)…( and so I smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview lasted not more than 5 mins, seriously, I asked her something, she answered another, I thought I was speaking in French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was only 11.30 and my blood was boiling, It was such a waste of time. I didn’t answered all her questions that she asked and told her that I will call her IF she gets the job &lt;strong&gt;WHICH I WILL NOT CERTAINLY DO THAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the interviewees were okay, nothing much. But I guess when you go for an interview, please, please dress appropriately.. the only person that you carry is yourself and it should show much pride, not more flesh. When you dress well, you feel good and you feel confident and that should be the way for any interview. It gives good impression to the person that is going to interview you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-4481779370725797292?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/4481779370725797292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=4481779370725797292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4481779370725797292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/4481779370725797292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/03/dress-with-pride.html' title='Dress with Pride!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7394001380340880299</id><published>2007-03-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:59:32.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>So many unemployed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;was not in the office the whole day today, I forgotten that my advert to recruit was actually out today and I have left both the admin girl do the talking. I also did not mention to them the actual date that I was free to interview. So I guess it was kindda hay wire for the receptionist &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I was attending a meetin when I receive a call from the office&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Colleague : wey, Eunice, so many call for interview la, tell them to come when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Me            : (I looked at my time, and I saw that I was 9.30 am, c’mon 9.30 am u know? And already so many call, this must be crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;                  ok , u take down their number, once I get bac I will arrange to call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Colleague: ok la. Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And so she did. At when I got back to office, I think it was about 5 pm that time, almost time for everyone to get home n for me to get started. I think she handed me the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; Containing of 42 people. I blink again and again , to see clearly if she miss out the number. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It was correct. 42 people. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh my god..FOURTY TWO? so many  jobless people around???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;And then I scan thru their names, guess what…..??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;They are non –other than pest . PEST that eat what the government feeds, given discount to buy house for their lack of inefficiency in handling money and contributes nothing to the community. There you go…. All this jobless people around not appreciating what the government had given them, and even with all this, they are still freaking STUPID and even worse now, driving big cars because they think they can pick up the bits from the Chinese but still no progress even with the tiny leftover from us….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I’m not racism but I jus KENOT TAHAN, because this type of people that u recruit will also work for a little while and then jus leave. Waste my money and time….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;So I auto filter all the list and I have only 6 people, ya ya do the math for jobless people please…..see how many of them are unemployed, wait they are &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;PEST&lt;/st1:place&gt;, see how much they are unemployed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And there you go, only 6 and I was ready to get home by then….another new day tomorrow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7394001380340880299?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7394001380340880299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7394001380340880299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7394001380340880299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7394001380340880299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-many-unemployed.html' title='So many unemployed'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-7979883373283906046</id><published>2007-03-26T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:59:32.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>Bad Habit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;have this bad habit on reflecting on my work performance and how much pay check I receive when my colleague is leaving for another job.. since the assistant is leaving , IT MEANS I HAVE TO DO ALL THE SHIT JOB, because she is not around anymore , although she had given one month notice in advance but one month is like so fast, and I only received the news like last week, which makes the news 3 weeks old, leaving me only one week to ask her finished whatever she need to do so that I wont have to do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have one week to recruit, interview and train a new girl…WHAT IS THIS? So little time, so much to do, and on top of that I have my own job to do..it was just last week when I complaint on efficiency and now …(sigh)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, I’m now complaining my distress…. And I feel like getting another job, and I’m comparing myself with those that are getting bigger salary than me, then again their job is more stressful and I’m so lazy to do those kind of stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m starring at the performance board in my office and my agent has already earn RM 9,000 for the second week, God knows how much she will earn by the end of this month. I wish I can be an agent , BUT I know myself.. if I would choose to be an agent, I would stay at home and do nothing because money is not MY utmost drive, thus having said that I’m stuck here AGAIN….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should not blog during office hours because it jus a strictly NO-NO! but then again I’m jus so frustrated for this kind of lousy feeling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my life is not perfect, and I know I keep saying a lots of AND, and And,……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I will just stop here till my next post…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-7979883373283906046?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/7979883373283906046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=7979883373283906046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7979883373283906046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/7979883373283906046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-habit.html' title='Bad Habit!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1890609117322417902</id><published>2007-03-21T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T11:59:32.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work related'/><title type='text'>To work or not to work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Recently&lt;/strong&gt;, a colleague in my office wanted to quit her job, not because her job was tedious or her pay was little. I think it’s probably their communication between her n her superior, or so to say her boss. Although, I have not work here long enough to understand her boss, or to understand my colleague, but I think (HER BOSS).is nice and  she’s a very generous or maybe because I’m not under her, therefore I have no right to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague is actually very hardworking but I think her superior has no clue on how to guide n nurture her with the right words and attitude. And knowing that she would be leaving, the company would have to recruit new people again , because obviously her superior could not work without her but then again she would not stay for whatsoever reason. I think it would be a great loss for both of them, and the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, everytime the company losses a staff, the company spends money on advertisement which could actually cost a lot. Advertisement is NOT CHEAP! THEN, the boss would waste their time trying to go through interviews which could be tedious. After that, choosing the right person would also be a headache to match their remuneration package. After the person in being hired, the recruits would need to under go training. And there you go, the list goes on when other benefits needs to be considered. There is where my boss comes in the picture; he would ask me how much the cost would be and how much time we would need to recruit a new person. Saying too much money would waste company resources saying too little time would show my in-efficiency…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, all my colleagues would think that MY BOSS is a super nice person, but then again, working for him could really make u stress out. I think bosses that are already in their level and being very comfortable often forget their leadership skills and training. They have big egos and would bully their staff.  (PS: I’m not being bully by my boss incase you are wondering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps I do feel that I’m lack of learning opportunities. My boss often feels that sending me for training would be a waste of time and money. But he does not realize that, it is the only way to show that he actually care about my future development and would also help the company to be more professional. Or perhaps he jus feel that he would not want to develop me which in return makes sense because I would not work for him forever. But then again, it would only cause a high turn over in the company and nobody would really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I could not blame my colleague if she had chosen to leave. It will be a great loss for both the company and her. She lost a job that would give her good prospect; the company loss a good worker that in return would benefit the company in the long run. And as for me??&lt;br /&gt;I’m contented with what I have now, having to face work everyday would not be the most difficult, I think the most difficult is how we juggle with life everyday….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1890609117322417902?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1890609117322417902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1890609117322417902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1890609117322417902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1890609117322417902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-work-or-not-to-work.html' title='To work or not to work?'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-5580290483554158213</id><published>2007-03-15T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:10:31.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>An Unforgettable Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last, &lt;/strong&gt;last&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;weekend,I went to Cameron Highlands, I’ve been there a few times before but we were there just for fun, This was my most unforgettable trip because I WENT TO Cameron without looking at my petrol tank, ok, maybe not all my fault, but part of it was the driver’s fault , nevermind if I’m d navigator… but STILL…ish…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we checked out, We visited the place that we should visit while we were in Cameron, the usual ones: the Cactus, Strawberries, farm and blah blah, we left from Brinchang, and while we came out from the junction in Brinchang I spotted that there was only One Shell Petrol kiosk, so this was what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Wey, enough to go down Sg.Pulai o not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Driver: sure can wan, no problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: sure boh? Left only one &lt;em&gt;(finger pointing at petrol meter needle)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Driver: that’s because we are driving upwards, so it looks like it’s empty but actually still got some more left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: issit?.(&lt;em&gt;maybe I don’t know much bout cars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Driver: yes la…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: wokie… &lt;em&gt;(since its your car)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we was driving for a while or maybe more than that and I spotted a stone saying Simpang Pulai 35.. I don’t know whether its mile or kilometers, but i know its like still very far cause i stilll noticed that we were halfway down the mountains..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;waaa…. 35 means got another half an hour only reach Simpang Pulai..????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Got so far meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when we came up, we also took about an hour......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;issit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what u mean? You were driving right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;then..like this..i dun think got enough petrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was speechless....because his tone is not funny at all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;u sure o not? Got reminder flashing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Not yet, but soon, we’ll have to stop at a safe place already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OH MY GOD! We are halfway now and I dun remember seeing any petrol kiosk man…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (I look at my phone n there on my sony ericsson “no network” )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**( this is all pure sh*t, no petrol, no network, and middle of no where)..this is jus so typical la….. to make things worse...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Driver: eh the petrol sign blink already la, we really have to stop a SAFE place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: okay, okay….erm…. we stop infront la, ( there was a stretch of road that is quite straight in front, and we stop by…. And there was no car PERFECT! We manage to stop a biker, who said that the petrol kiosk is another 30mins drive…...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not want to offer us help until we offer to pay him a little bit of money…YEAH SURE….AND MALAYSIAN –BUDI BAHASA BUDAYA KITA- MONEY TALKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE, both of them went leaving me stranded here, I went and wait in the car, and knowing that there was no help, Duh, since there is no connection, my only way was to scream..in case anything happens…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again who will hear when I’m like no where covered by all this greenery…. insects? tree? aiyer.....U cannot imagine the agony of waiting for someone, and in a foreign place , &lt;em&gt;(ok la although still in cameron but STILL?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u feel completely lost, and fear off being kidnapped, hijacked and so on, my mind was driving me crazy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after about 45 mins, they returned, and we had to pay the Orang Asli guy RM 50 for about 8 litres of petrol …that so FREAKING EXPENSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh) but what to do? Who ask some smart ass to go down hill without filling the petrol tank…. So actually apart from this, we really had fun during this trip….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just go through the pictures la….sorry for bein cam whoring, I can’t help it!! LOL , no la, I seldom take pictures… (Slap slap) k k, jus enjoy …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a picture means more than a thousands words, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron Tea Valley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="553" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y218/eunicesua/bohtea.jpg" width="577" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All bowl of Strawberries for only RM 3.90 wahahahahhahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042070441938701634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RfkIWlhAzUI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZWuZad8z4I0/s200/whole+bowl+of+strawberries+for+only+RM3.90_edited.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vege vege all the way!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042069875003018546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RfkH1lhAzTI/AAAAAAAAACc/xzde0a0km9k/s200/vege.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Please forgive me for theimages being too small)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XXX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-5580290483554158213?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/5580290483554158213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=5580290483554158213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5580290483554158213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/5580290483554158213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/03/unforgettable-trip.html' title='An Unforgettable Trip!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/RfkIWlhAzUI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZWuZad8z4I0/s72-c/whole+bowl+of+strawberries+for+only+RM3.90_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-8689680298089314160</id><published>2007-03-12T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:09:23.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily activities'/><title type='text'>Computer kena Virus la!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Okay,&lt;/strong&gt; I know that I have not been blogging these few days as well as my recent trip to cameron. And Gary is spamming me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REASON is: my freaking computer was invaded by virus, there was nothing I could do, not that I’m a NOOB, but with spyware and others miscellaneous anti virus blah blah BLAH BLAH, still kenot.. ARRGGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAS FREAKING PISSED OFF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of  course, when pc kena format, then there is a lot of works that need to be done, like installing all my programs that was previously in my C drive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very frustrating, n I still owe David a cup of coffee….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-8689680298089314160?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/8689680298089314160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=8689680298089314160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8689680298089314160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/8689680298089314160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/03/computer-kena-virus-la.html' title='Computer kena Virus la!'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-1391832209587436928</id><published>2007-03-03T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:03:38.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Chinese new year (Day 9)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Okay,&lt;/strong&gt; I don't celebrate the 9th of the CNY, its very famous among hokkien and not to mention in my house, did I mention before that I’m staying with my Grandparents?? So everyone was there, from my uncle auntie, cousin and so on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, I was home to celebrate this event with them and of course, it was the end of my break and I need to get back to work. It was nothing special until I spotted this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rej7nt3NwkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JR9CRCghJw0/s1600-h/P1010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037552842958553666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rej7nt3NwkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JR9CRCghJw0/s200/P1010030.JPG" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA…FIRE WORKS…IT WAS BOUGHT BY MY UNCLE. THERE WERE 4 BOXES OF THESE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had FUN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3463541103708753212-1391832209587436928?l=esjm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/feeds/1391832209587436928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3463541103708753212&amp;postID=1391832209587436928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1391832209587436928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3463541103708753212/posts/default/1391832209587436928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://esjm.blogspot.com/2007/03/chinese-new-year-day-9.html' title='Chinese new year (Day 9)'/><author><name>niss..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06389435710980858556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_74wXyGrhUc4/Rej7nt3NwkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JR9CRCghJw0/s72-c/P1010030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3463541103708753212.post-119946594077675344</id><published>2007-03-01T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:08:47.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>THE RAT RACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; recently caught up with  a long lost friend, she used to be  a very close friend of mine during schooldays, dun get me wrong, we are still very good friends …some how we got our own ways during college days and now we are landing ourselves in this city so called KL in a stupid rat race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to know that although I’ve been enjoying my so called life, not everyone was… ok, I do admit that I really have tough time in my life, when I was in hospital, when I was heartbroken, when I was jobless, or when I had a job but I hated my job, or when I wished I just have all the money in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, too many of these dreams…cut the crap Eunice! Let’s get this straight.. I guess in everyone life there is up and there is down. All we need to do is to have some courage in our heart to overcome t
