<?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-36095983</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:10:31.028+08:00</updated><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Funnies'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='projects'/><category term='rantings'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='IPKL'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Food'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>A Wonderful Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-8626237122612064487</id><published>2010-02-05T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:31:36.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream in the Year of the Tiger</title><content type='html'>Lets see... My Dream in the Year of the Tiger. Firstly its the year of the Tiger *RAWRRR* so let me dream a big dream yet realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herms… ~ponders~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pondering for a couple of hours, seriously it has taken me a while to write this, I concluded the “Tiger Dream” with a list of 5 things for the year. But I won't bore you with all of them except one very (dammit i don't know when it will ever happen) dream. This dream I have labeled as “The elusive dream”. It has been a while now so the label seems fitting. It is of course the biggest dream of all! I WANT A Canon EOS 50D!! Shh.. don't tell &lt;a href="http://munster0606.blogspot.com/"&gt;munster&lt;/a&gt; that I have opted for this camera. Elusive only because of the price tag on the EOS 50D. Even the camera's slogan is fitting for the year of the Tiger - "Great expectations begins here". lol. Nuffies!! If you are reading this tolong make my dream come true! hehe :) RM8,888 definitely would be of great help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; border:none; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/S2vWw4bi9OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/drh-nbiRHqc/s400/3-tiger-bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434673510622622946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-8626237122612064487?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8626237122612064487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=8626237122612064487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8626237122612064487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8626237122612064487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dream-in-year-of-tiger.html' title='My Dream in the Year of the Tiger'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/S2vWw4bi9OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/drh-nbiRHqc/s72-c/3-tiger-bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-784555278912219780</id><published>2009-12-02T08:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:46:10.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SxW4K8BmnMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nApShg_JpAw/s1600/sherlock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SxW4K8BmnMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nApShg_JpAw/s400/sherlock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410433025406573762" 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/36095983-784555278912219780?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/784555278912219780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=784555278912219780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/784555278912219780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/784555278912219780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sherlock-holmes-in-making.html' title='I’m a Sherlock Holmes in the Making'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SxW4K8BmnMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nApShg_JpAw/s72-c/sherlock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-4103470666545650707</id><published>2009-02-05T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:29:54.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Andrew</title><content type='html'>Was just checking my mail and one of my regular xanga-subs came in from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/piggky" target="_blank"&gt;piggky&lt;/a&gt; blog. She had just taken this &lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;get to know yourself&lt;/a&gt; better test and just for the fun of it i went to try it out. The results was not exactly 100% accurate with the exception of a few which were spot on money. Do you know me well enough to know which of the results below are true about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your views on education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-4103470666545650707?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/4103470666545650707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=4103470666545650707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4103470666545650707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4103470666545650707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-im-andrew.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m Andrew'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-4213332616271469406</id><published>2009-02-04T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T02:58:21.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Beyonce - Listen</title><content type='html'>Have you ever googled your own name just out of curiosity just to find out what kind of results you would get. I did just that tonight even though i have already done it countless time out of boredom on days where i get a mental block. Tonight's search result came back some thing which i never expected at all, a blog. Nothing too special about that blog but it was what the author had published in his post on September 19th, 2008. That post and a particular one just before that one then suddenly i had a flash back of a particular day some one had asked me to listen (no pun intended) to this track by Beyonce - Listen from the OST of Dream Girls, which coincidentally was the feature film of HBO on Astro. A lot of things and words said by this person came back to me like a roaring storm. This is what you get after listening to the song over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my first 2009 post i would like to share with you all this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P1n1BWLsyHg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P1n1BWLsyHg&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen,&lt;br /&gt;To the song here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;A melody I've start&lt;br /&gt;But can't complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, to the sound from deep within&lt;br /&gt;It's only beginning&lt;br /&gt;To find release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;the time has come&lt;br /&gt;for my dreams to be heard&lt;br /&gt;They will not be pushed aside and turned&lt;br /&gt;Into your own&lt;br /&gt;all cause you won't&lt;br /&gt;Listen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Listen,&lt;br /&gt;I am alone at a crossroads&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at home, in my own home&lt;br /&gt;And I tried and tried&lt;br /&gt;To say whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You should have known&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm done believing you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what, you made of me&lt;br /&gt;I followed the voice&lt;br /&gt;you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;But now I gotta find, my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have listened&lt;br /&gt;There is someone here inside&lt;br /&gt;Someone I'd thought had died&lt;br /&gt;So long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm screaming out, for my dreams to be heard&lt;br /&gt;They will not be pushed aside or worse&lt;br /&gt;Into your own&lt;br /&gt;All cause you won't&lt;br /&gt;Listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I belong&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be moving on&lt;br /&gt;If you don't....&lt;br /&gt;If you won't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN!!!...&lt;br /&gt;To the song here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;A melody I've start&lt;br /&gt;But I will complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm done believing you&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what, you made of me&lt;br /&gt;I followed the voice, you think you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;But now I gotta find, my own..&lt;br /&gt;my ownn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-4213332616271469406?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/4213332616271469406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=4213332616271469406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4213332616271469406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4213332616271469406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2009/02/beyonce-listen.html' title='Beyonce - Listen'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-2529895946162824478</id><published>2009-01-01T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:19:48.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Nicky Astria - Mengapa</title><content type='html'>Yes i have not been blogging much or rather at all. Comes with the perks of having a full time job. Excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just clearing/sorting my bookmarks when one of them caught my eye; Nicky Astria - Mengapa lyrics. Suddenly a wave of hidden/bitter memories came rushing back in. I know of this girl who used to remind me of the song especially when she was sad and had a lot of unanswered questions and she would blast the song on her headsets. Ahh.. 2008 was full of unpleasant memories but not all of which were bitter. I am not sure if you still visit my blog but Jam (you know who you are) this is for you. I have not fogotten what you have wanted of me and who you wanted me to be and I have done good for myself ever since. Thank you for guiding me all this while even though it wasn't easy. Time will tell right? Always remember that when ever you're sad or just frustrated with the whole world you only have to reach out and i will catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymMkmdC0niU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymMkmdC0niU&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Nicky Astria&lt;br /&gt;Song: Mengapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau pergi&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau kecewakan&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau hancuri&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau menghinakan&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau sakiti&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau melukakan&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau memberi&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau melupakan&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kau akhiri&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa Kau Melupakan&lt;br /&gt;Dengan getaran jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Kukemukakan pertanyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin kau pergi&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin kudikecewakan&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin cinta dinodai&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin dihancurkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin kudisakiti&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin kudilukakan&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin ku kau kuberi&lt;br /&gt;Bila kau melupakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin ku di akhiri&lt;br /&gt;Bila kau memuliakan dengan perasaan&lt;br /&gt;Hampaku meminta jawaban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di kananku cinta penuh bermadu&lt;br /&gt;Di kiriku racunmu&lt;br /&gt;Kalimah sakti yang mana untukku&lt;br /&gt;Dapat kau membuat pilihan&lt;br /&gt;Agar kita dapat bersama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau..bisa membahagiakan menceriakan&lt;br /&gt;Kau..bisa menggembirakan mempesonakan&lt;br /&gt;Aku…ingin dicintaimu dan mencintai&lt;br /&gt;Aku…ingin bila terjaga kau di sampingku S'lamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga cinta bersemi&lt;br /&gt;Semoga cintamu kan dekat padaku&lt;br /&gt;Asmara kan mengundang&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa mengira waktu bertahta di hatimu dan di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics source: &lt;span class="nosteal"&gt;http://www.free-lyrics.org/Nicky-Astria/198860-Mengapa.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-2529895946162824478?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2529895946162824478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=2529895946162824478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2529895946162824478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2529895946162824478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2009/01/nicky-astria-mengapa.html' title='Nicky Astria - Mengapa'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-5589780353542504304</id><published>2008-10-09T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:34:22.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>我不配</title><content type='html'>Playing : 周杰倫- 我不配 (Jay Chou - I'm not worthy)&lt;br /&gt;Track: 07&lt;br /&gt;Album: On The Run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg it's 1.34am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been talking to Susan the whole night catching up on the "good" times we've had back in Melbourne. College years.. ahh sweet memories. The conversation then turned to breakups and puppy love where suddenly i remembered my break up with Shellisa. Looking back now i realised what a stupid fool i was to have not trusted her. Memories... The more we spoke the more we realised that we've done many great things in our lives and how much we've matured over the years. Here's an excerpt of the chat towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;- Quote -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Susan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i believe if u wan smtg, then try ur best and if its works then great or else at least u knew nothing more could be done from u coz u did ur best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well...we always say what if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im like that too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but its the past, we cant go back and change that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so think abt now n future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or else u wont ever be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- End Quote -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was that i answered her that i didn't have any if's anymore where she replied that i did and quoted the sentence back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不配 ~ The song that has been on repeat over and over for the last 10-15mins has a powerful meaning tonight. Shall make it my theme song for the rest of the month until all of this is sorted out. Not all of this... myself. Until i sort out myself.  Time to evaluate yourself Andrew. It's time you did some thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now 2.06am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... 12mins has passed and no one was rushing me to finish the post but yet took me a good half an hour to write this post. 2mins just passed since i wrote "The time now 2.06am". Slow down la can or not. Suddenly time is passing by so fast. Speaking of time, well to be precise the date, i never realised that my watch was a day behind. After dinner i popped over to Shell over at Desa Sri Hartamas to fill up Blue with petrol. As i was taking note of the millage on my last trip i wrote on the receipt the date i wrote the millage and then noticed the receipt date, i looked at my watch and i realised that my watch was a day late. Haha. So i have been a day late for the whole week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now eyes are heaving and about to shut down my brain. I shall leave you with Jay's song. Good night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周杰倫- 我不配&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou- wo bu pei (I'm not worthy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌词詞：方文山 (Vincent Fang)&lt;br /&gt;曲：周杰倫 (Jay Chou)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这街上太拥挤&lt;br /&gt;Zhe Jie shang tai yong ji&lt;br /&gt;This street is too crowded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太多人有秘密&lt;br /&gt;Tai duo ren you mi mi&lt;br /&gt;Too many people with secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;玻璃上有雾气在被隐藏起过去&lt;br /&gt;bo li shang you wu qi zai bei yin chang qi guo qu&lt;br /&gt;At the glass, there's the fog hidden from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你脸上的情绪&lt;br /&gt;Ni lian shang de qing xu&lt;br /&gt;The sulky face of yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在还原那场雨&lt;br /&gt;Zai huan yuan na chang yu&lt;br /&gt;Is completing that rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这巷弄太过弯曲走不回故事里&lt;br /&gt;Zhe xiang nong tai guo wan qu zou bu hui gu shi li&lt;br /&gt;This street is simply too narrow to return to the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这日子不再绿&lt;br /&gt;Zhe ri zi bu zai lu&lt;br /&gt;These days are not green anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又斑驳了几句&lt;br /&gt;You ban bo le ji ju&lt;br /&gt;Just a few word exchanges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;剩下搬空回忆的我在大房子里&lt;br /&gt;Sheng xia ban kong hui yi de wo zai da fang zi li&lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone in the house, with half-filled memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电影院的座椅&lt;br /&gt;Dian ying yuan de zuo yi&lt;br /&gt;The seats in the cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;隔遥远的距离&lt;br /&gt;Ge yao yuan de ju li&lt;br /&gt;Are separated far by distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情没有对手戏你跟自己下棋&lt;br /&gt;Gan qing mei you dui shou shi ni gen zi ji xia qi&lt;br /&gt;Feelings with no partner is a game of chess you played by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还来不及仔仔细细写下你的关于&lt;br /&gt;hai lai bu ji zi zi xi xi xie xia ni de guan yu&lt;br /&gt;it’s still too late to carefully write down your concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;描述我如何愛你&lt;br /&gt;Miao shu wo ru he ai ni&lt;br /&gt;Describing how I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你却微笑的离我而去&lt;br /&gt;Ni que wei xiao de li wo er qu&lt;br /&gt;Yet you leave me away with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这感觉已经不对&lt;br /&gt;Zhe gan jue yi jing bu dui&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is not right anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我努力在挽回&lt;br /&gt;Wo nu li zai wan hui&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to retrieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一些些应该体贴的感觉我没给&lt;br /&gt;Yi xie xie ying gai ti tie de de gan jue wo mei gei&lt;br /&gt;A bit feeling of care that  I didn’t give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你嘟嘴许的愿望很卑微&lt;br /&gt;Ni de zui xu de yuan wang hen bei wei&lt;br /&gt;The many wish from your lips is very petty and low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在妥协是我忽略&lt;br /&gt;Zai tuo xie shi wo hu lue&lt;br /&gt;I neglected to compromise it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不过要人陪&lt;br /&gt;Ni bu guo yao ren pei&lt;br /&gt;However you want some company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦这感觉已经不对&lt;br /&gt;a zhe gan jue yi jing bu dui&lt;br /&gt;ahh, This feeling is not right anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我最后才了解&lt;br /&gt;Wo zui hou cai liao jie&lt;br /&gt;I’m the last to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一页页不忍翻阅的情节&lt;br /&gt;Yi ye ye bu ren fan yue de qing jie&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the pages of circumstances which cannot be endured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你好累&lt;br /&gt;Ni hao lei&lt;br /&gt;You’re so tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你默背为我掉过几次泪&lt;br /&gt;Ni mo bei wei wo diao guo ci lei&lt;br /&gt;You have silently cried behind my back for so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多憔悴&lt;br /&gt;Duo qiao sui&lt;br /&gt;So sallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我心碎你受罪你的美&lt;br /&gt;er wo xin sui ni shou zui ni de mei&lt;br /&gt;Yet my heart breaks and you accepted my sin, your beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不配&lt;br /&gt;Wo bu pei&lt;br /&gt;I’m not worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: http://chinesemusicblog.com/forum/viewtopic.php?pid=52020&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-5589780353542504304?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/5589780353542504304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=5589780353542504304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5589780353542504304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5589780353542504304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='我不配'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-1613439198138546902</id><published>2008-10-08T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:39:54.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>another day</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that my day has already ended just like that. I don't really know how i am feeling right now. I have Michael Buble playing my favourite song but instead of cheering me up it doesn't seem to have any effect on me tonight. Not like yesterday. I find that the more i listened to the songs the more i want to break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on my own two feet will take a lot of "getting used" to and all the time wondering when this would end or when would everything be alright. Its a sickening feeling that i have to bear. Today i found myself constantly finding some thing to do to keep myself occupied so that i wouldn't suddenly burst into tears. Michael.. oh Michael.. why isn't your songs working for me tonight. I just feel horrible now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the moments. I miss not being able to wake up in the mornings and have a purpose to start the day. I miss not being able to say see you soon and not good bye. I miss not being able to just there and not do anything. I miss most is Andrew. I wish we all had our very own personal time keeper and a machine to go back just once to save ourselves in the past from making the mistake. But if had saved ourselves from this... would we be the same person we are today? Would all this be going on from that point of change? Would i really be sitting here now writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Michael, your songs tonight just don't bring any happiness to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-1613439198138546902?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1613439198138546902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=1613439198138546902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/1613439198138546902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/1613439198138546902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-day.html' title='another day'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-7585050168114099798</id><published>2008-10-06T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:51:31.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Have i really lost myself?</title><content type='html'>Oh where has my heart and soul drifted too in the last couple of days. I have been waking up every day feeling lost and without a purpose. Have i become so selfish to myself that i refuse to wake up and pick myself up? Have i really become that lost that i can't even see the right path anymore? That's how my last couple of days has been. For some reason i had the urge to write my thoughts out. Maybe it's the slow jazz that's playing right now. It has been too long since i sat down to enjoy, i mean REALLY enjoy, slow jazz with a touch of blue's into the whole mix. A lot of warm feelings are coming back to me now as i sit here drifting away into my thoughts with the calm voice of Michael Buble singing my favourite song "That's All". Yeah this song always does it to me. I don't know, its just the way he sings the song that really puts you in this mood where you forget everything else that is going on around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only give you country walks in springtime&lt;br /&gt;And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall;&lt;br /&gt;And a love whose burning light&lt;br /&gt;Will warm the winter's night&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;~Michael Buble - That's All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those songs where it makes you wish you hadn't left the place where you were suppose to be at. It puts you into this warm gentle feeling where you can picture yourself at home on a calm chilly night in front of the fire place with a nice hot cup of coffee with slow jazz playing softly in the background, flipping through photo albums and journals as you try to remember the exact feeling you had in that picture. Soon you find yourself filled with warm tears as you start to recall back to the special moments you had like how i am now. Only that this time, those tears are dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i want to drift into that feeling, i find myself facing reality. That was once a life that i had lived back when i was in Melbourne. A lot of people said i had changed when i came back from Melbourne, became more "Ang Mo" so they claimed. Then again who are they to claim that? Who are they to me and I to them? Who is Andrew Jee today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you who Andrew Jee is today. He's a selfish, lying, heartless and mean person. He was never like this before. It hurts to know that his actions in the last months has hurt so many people. A lot of things which he could have avoided if he had just told the truth but instead he choose to deal with it by lying through his teeth. He was the one who had a good life and messed it up and blamed others when he had himself to be blamed as he made the mistakes. I am ashamed to know that i was that Andrew in the last couple of months. Here I am sitting writing this with Michael Buble trying desperately to calm me down so that my chest doesn't hurt. It's like a million mix emotions are going through me right now that caused the chest pains. I want to drift back into that warm feeling but i can't. I want to cry because i had messed up my life yet again. I want to scold myself for allowing myself to drift so far away from who i was. As hard as i try to make up for everything by telling the truth i find myself having to explain myself even more. I find myself in moments where i want to just collapse and give up. I find myself wanting to exploded. I want to scream. I want to shout. I want to just let it all out, but i can't. Bottle all that up and that is exactly how i feel right now. Andrew Jee what has become of you? Why aren't you the happy person anymore where you could just drift back into the warm memories. Memories where it was to be the future you wanted for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably one of the reasons why i had stopped writing for the last couple of months. I was angry with myself. I still am and i can't even find it in my own self to forgive myself and get up. Get up and be strong again. To have faith in myself. I lost my dreams. I lost my life. I lost myself. No matter what i did or tried to avoid, my actions seems to get me into trouble. What happened Andrew? What happened? Snap out of it will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;Title: That's All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only give you love that lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;And a promise to be near each time you call.&lt;br /&gt;And the only heart I own&lt;br /&gt;For you and you alone&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;That's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only give you country walks in springtime&lt;br /&gt;And a hand to hold when leaves begin to fall;&lt;br /&gt;And a love whose burning light&lt;br /&gt;Will warm the winter's night&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those I am sure who have told you,&lt;br /&gt;They would give you the world for a toy.&lt;br /&gt;All I have are these arms to enfold you,&lt;br /&gt;And a love time can never destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.&lt;br /&gt;Say it's me that you'll adore,&lt;br /&gt;For now and evermore&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what I'm asking in return, dear,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be glad to know that my demands are small.&lt;br /&gt;Say it's me that you'll adore,&lt;br /&gt;For now and evermore.&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-7585050168114099798?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/7585050168114099798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=7585050168114099798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/7585050168114099798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/7585050168114099798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/10/have-i-really-lost-myself.html' title='Have i really lost myself?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-2002824388344472571</id><published>2008-10-04T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:23:25.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just a little more</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe some times that the choices we make in life impacts so much more on others than it does on ourselves. In the last couple of days, weeks, months i have discovered a little more about myself. There was a number of things that i did which i am not proud of. What seemed like protecting others ended up hurting myself and them even more. Was my actions called for? Haiz.. an answer which i know will hurt others even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late i have been getting chest pains again. I have not had chest pains for just a little over 4 years and suddenly it appears back in my life. I had a life threatening moment when i was younger. I was sitting for my O'levels back in '98. As would most life threatening moments people say your whole life would flash right before you, I saw that. If my dad had not found me in the hallway i think i would have passed out and died right there and then. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't afford too. It felt like one of my ribs broke and was pushed against my left lung and each breath i took my lungs felt like it was being pierced. I was taken to the hospital where they had to give me a shot to calm me down and put me to sleep. Over the years after that the chest pains came and went without any drama. It stopped for about 4 years with the occasional tightness of the chest when i was with angeline but that was it. I suppose now it has come back with the lights of what has been going on in the past months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Some times i wished i could just let go and not fight the pains each time it hit. I was almost tempted to just let go and let it overwhelm me and i pass out from the pain. I have been worrying over this thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-2002824388344472571?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2002824388344472571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=2002824388344472571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2002824388344472571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2002824388344472571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-little-more.html' title='Just a little more'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-2862472720268132894</id><published>2008-09-30T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:50:48.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>陶喆-普通朋友 (Regular Friends)</title><content type='html'>I still remember this song very well. One of the first 陶喆 (David Tao) songs that i heard many years back when i was in Melbourne. I never knew it was one of his songs then nor did i know who David was. I heard this at the Annual Malaysia Night Ball back in uni organised by the Malaysian Club back then and one of the performances was an acoustic version of this song. I fell in love with it and got the mp3 from the president of the club. Why not i knew her then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many years later i only finally understood the meaning of the song. Well the lyrics and not exactly the meaning yet. Yeah some one finally learned to speak and understand mandarin. Here's David one more thing singing this song... a sad song... Special thanks to Eugenie for helping me find the lyrics for the two songs i posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2pR_7481vc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B2pR_7481vc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 140%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;等待&lt;br /&gt;我随时随地在等待&lt;br /&gt;做你感情上的依赖&lt;br /&gt;我没有任何的疑问&lt;br /&gt;这是爱&lt;br /&gt;我猜&lt;br /&gt;你早就想要说明白&lt;br /&gt;我觉得自己好失败&lt;br /&gt;从天堂掉落到深渊&lt;br /&gt;多无奈&lt;br /&gt;我愿意改变 (what can I do?)&lt;br /&gt;重新再来一遍(just give me change)&lt;br /&gt;我无法只是普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;感情已那么深&lt;br /&gt;叫我怎么能收手&lt;br /&gt;但你说&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;做个朋友&lt;br /&gt;我在&lt;br /&gt;你心中只是just a friend&lt;br /&gt;不是情人&lt;br /&gt;我感激你对我这样的坦白&lt;br /&gt;但我给你的爱暂时收不回来&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;我不能只是be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I just can't be your friend&lt;br /&gt;我猜&lt;br /&gt;你早就想要说明白&lt;br /&gt;我觉得自己好失败&lt;br /&gt;从天堂掉落到深渊&lt;br /&gt;多无奈&lt;br /&gt;我愿意改变 (what can I do?)&lt;br /&gt;重新再来一遍(just give me change)&lt;br /&gt;我无法只是普通朋友&lt;br /&gt;感情已那么深&lt;br /&gt;叫我怎么能收手&lt;br /&gt;但你说&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;做个朋友&lt;br /&gt;我在&lt;br /&gt;你心中只是just a friend&lt;br /&gt;不是情人&lt;br /&gt;我感激你对我这样的坦白&lt;br /&gt;但我给你的爱暂时收不回来&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;我不能只是be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I just can't be your friend &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;我不能只是做你的朋友 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Pinyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deng dài&lt;br /&gt;wo suí shí suí dì zài deng dài&lt;br /&gt;zuò ni gan qíng shàng de yi lài&lt;br /&gt;wo méi you rèn hé de yí wèn&lt;br /&gt;zhè shì ài&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo cai ni zao jiù xiang yào shuo míng bai&lt;br /&gt;wo jué dé zì ji hao shi bài&lt;br /&gt;cóng tian táng diào luò dào shen yuan&lt;br /&gt;duo wú nài&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo yuàn yì gai biàn (what can I do?)&lt;br /&gt;chóng xin zài lái yi biàn (just give me chance)&lt;br /&gt;wó wú fa zhi shì pu tong péng you&lt;br /&gt;gan qíng yi nà me shen&lt;br /&gt;jiào wo zen me néng shou shou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dàn ni shuo&lt;br /&gt;i only want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;zuò ge péng you&lt;br /&gt;wo zài&lt;br /&gt;ni xin zhong zhi shì just a friend&lt;br /&gt;bú shì qíng rén&lt;br /&gt;wo gan ji ni duì wo zhè yàng de tan bái&lt;br /&gt;dàn wo gei ni de ài zàn shí shou bù huí lai&lt;br /&gt;so I&lt;br /&gt;wo bù néng zhi shì be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I just can't be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo cai ni zao jiù xiang yào shuo míng bai&lt;br /&gt;wo jué dé zì ji hao shi bài&lt;br /&gt;cóng tian táng diào luò dào shen yuan&lt;br /&gt;duo wú nài&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo yuàn yì gai biàn (what can I do?)&lt;br /&gt;chóng xin zài lái yi biàn (just give me chance)&lt;br /&gt;wó wú fa zhi shì pu tong péng you&lt;br /&gt;gan qíng yi nà me shen&lt;br /&gt;jiào wo zen me néng shou shou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dàn ni shuo&lt;br /&gt;i only want to be your friend&lt;br /&gt;zuò ge péng you&lt;br /&gt;wo zài&lt;br /&gt;ni xin zhong zhi shì just a friend&lt;br /&gt;bú shì qíng rén&lt;br /&gt;wo gan ji ni duì wo zhè yàng de tan bái&lt;br /&gt;dàn wo gei ni de ài zàn shí shou bù huí lai&lt;br /&gt;so I&lt;br /&gt;wo bù néng zhi shì be your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bù néng zhï shì zuò pu tong péng you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*source: http://www.lyrics4mp3.com/lyrics/qpknm_tao+zhe+pu+tao+peng+you+pin+yin.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-2862472720268132894?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2862472720268132894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=2862472720268132894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2862472720268132894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2862472720268132894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/09/regular-friends.html' title='陶喆-普通朋友 (Regular Friends)'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-8344673319961713989</id><published>2008-09-30T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:37:37.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>陶喆 - 寂寞的季節 (Season of Loneliness)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRq1QDQkXNw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MRq1QDQkXNw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作词：娃娃　作曲：陶吉吉&lt;br /&gt;风吹落最后一片叶　我的心也飘著雪&lt;br /&gt;爱只能往回忆里堆叠　oh~　给下个季节&lt;br /&gt;忽然间树梢冒花蕊　我怎么会都没有感觉&lt;br /&gt;oh~　整条街　都是恋爱的人　我独自走在暖风的夜&lt;br /&gt;多想要向过去告别　当季节不停更迭　oh~&lt;br /&gt;却还是少一点坚决　在这寂寞的季节&lt;br /&gt;艳阳高照在那海边　爱情盛开的世界&lt;br /&gt;远远看著热闹一切　oh~　我记得那狂烈&lt;br /&gt;窗外是快枯黄的叶　感伤在心中有一些　oh~&lt;br /&gt;我了解　那些爱过的人　心是如何慢慢在凋谢&lt;br /&gt;多想要向过去告别　当季节不停更迭　oh~&lt;br /&gt;却还是少一点坚决　在这寂寞的季节&lt;br /&gt;又走过风吹的冷冽　最后一盏灯熄灭&lt;br /&gt;从回忆我慢慢穿越　在这寂寞的季节&lt;br /&gt;还是寂寞的季节　一样寂寞的季节&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if the lyrics do not appear correct on my blog. Here is the pinyin version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feng chui luo zui hou yi pian ye&lt;br /&gt;Wo de xin ye piao zhe xue&lt;br /&gt;Ai zhi neng wang hui yi li tui die&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gei xia ge ji jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hu ran jian shu xiao mao hua rui&lt;br /&gt;Wo zhen me dou mei you gan jue&lt;br /&gt;Oh, zhen tiao jie dou shi lian ai de ren&lt;br /&gt;Wo du zi zou zai nuan feng de ye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duo xiang yao xiang guo qu gao bie&lt;br /&gt;Dang ji jie bu ting geng bie, oh&lt;br /&gt;Que hai shi shao yi dian jian jue&lt;br /&gt;Zai zhe ji mo de ji jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan yang gao guo zai na hai bian&lt;br /&gt;Ai qing sheng kai de shi jie&lt;br /&gt;Yuan yuan kan zhe re nao de yi qie&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wo ji de na kuang lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuang wai shi kuai ku huang de ye&lt;br /&gt;Gan shang zai xin zhong you yi xie, oh&lt;br /&gt;Wo liao jie na xie ai guo de ren&lt;br /&gt;Xin shi ru he man man zai diao xie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You zou guo feng chui de leng lie&lt;br /&gt;Zui hou yi zhan deng xi mie&lt;br /&gt;Cong hui yi wo man man chuan yue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zai zhe ji mo de ji jie&lt;br /&gt;Hai shi ji mo de ji jie&lt;br /&gt;Yi yang ji mo de ji jie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-8344673319961713989?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8344673319961713989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=8344673319961713989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8344673319961713989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8344673319961713989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/09/season-of-loneliness.html' title='陶喆 - 寂寞的季節 (Season of Loneliness)'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-3078600121531878792</id><published>2008-09-29T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:27:18.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>It's back</title><content type='html'>One of my worse fears came back.. i had a severe chest pains earlier this morning and spent the whole night clutching my chest to not let my ribs move that much so it wouldn't hurt. I was waiting for some one to hold me and to take the pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-3078600121531878792?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3078600121531878792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=3078600121531878792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3078600121531878792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3078600121531878792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-6487697993723254115</id><published>2008-09-09T00:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:07:11.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>You smile...</title><content type='html'>It has been hard to write down my thoughts in the last couple of months. It has been hard because what i say here could possibly mean another thing to the wrong people and then i would have a hard time clearing things up again. Some times i wish i could get away from everyone.  But even i know that does not help me solve anything. At time again i lost who i was because i was trying to please everyone. Even my boss also knows that I am not happy when i come into work some times. Haiz... Some times I wonder if i had really asked for my life to be like this or did i choose my own path to end up this way? Some things can't be changed anymore. Some things I can't wish to go back into time and change things. Life as it is what we choose our next step to be like. You may fall, you pick yourself up. You may wonder, and some one points you the path. You may twist your ankle, but you fix yourself up. I have done all that in a matter of a few months. Some times I do feel like that i live my life is to please and serve everyone. I used to be able to wake up each day knowing what I wanted to do and had a plan for the day. I used to. Now a days, i wake up with a heavy head not knowing what i should be doing or who i should be doing it for.  It is as if i wake up without a purpose anymore. I used to look forward to the day and start my day off positive. But lately if its not work its my personal life. I have lost track of who Andrew Jee really is already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i am just writing without making any sense at the moment but this is how my thoughts are flowing out of my head right now. Does not help much even with Etta Jones singing At Last blasting out of my speakers like it was day time and no one could hear. My music is rather loud now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Last Lyrics by Etta James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, my love has come along&lt;br /&gt;My lonely days are over&lt;br /&gt;And life is like a song&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, at last&lt;br /&gt;The skies above are blue&lt;br /&gt;My heart was wrapped up in clovers&lt;br /&gt;The night I looked at you&lt;br /&gt;I found a dream that I could speak to&lt;br /&gt;A dream that I can call my own&lt;br /&gt;I found a thrill to rest my cheek to&lt;br /&gt;A thrill that I have never known&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah when you smile, you smile&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then the spell was cast&lt;br /&gt;And here we are in heaven&lt;br /&gt;For you are mine&lt;br /&gt;At last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times i go through the day having to make this difficult decision of choice. If i make this choice it afftects this this this, if i made the other it affects that that and that. No matter what decision i try to make to avoid that choice, it still comes back to it. I am so troubled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-6487697993723254115?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/6487697993723254115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=6487697993723254115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6487697993723254115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6487697993723254115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-smile.html' title='You smile...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-7078896319631818290</id><published>2008-07-22T00:37:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:11:15.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>FloristCircle.com is Launched!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.floristcircle.com/" target="_Blank"&gt;FloristCircle.com&lt;/a&gt; cordially invites you to join our Reseller Scheme for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is FloristCircle.com?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've always heard of the many "Get Rich Scheme's" from the internet where they claimed to have already made their riches through their program and invites you to be a part of it. But there is a catch. Who are you kidding? &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE IS ALWAYS A CATCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; You would have to &lt;u&gt;purchase&lt;/u&gt; their "&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREAT IDEA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;" in order for you to start on their "Get Rich Program". This according to them is The First Step to achiving riches. Did you catch the idea? The only reason they are rich to begin with is because you BOUGHT their great idea to call it your own idea. So how is FloristCircle.com different? FloristCircle.com is one of the first in Malaysia to offer a Reseller Scheme to anyone&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; who is interested in making money the good honest way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is quote that I find rather fit to describe what FloristCircle.com is &lt;u&gt;exactly not&lt;/u&gt; and that is a waste of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot afford to waste my time making money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;~Louis Agassiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well FloristCircle.com is exactly &lt;strong&gt;THE OPPOSITE&lt;/strong&gt; of that. We believe that with a little bit of your time and of course some effort (Money does not grow on trees remember), you will reap what you have sowed. We are giving you a chance to own your very own personalized Online Flower Shop with your preferred sub-domain&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; (ie. &lt;a href="http://chirpyangel.floristcircle.com/" target="_Blank"&gt;chirpyangel.floristcircle.com&lt;/a&gt;). You are your own boss. You manage your shop and decide which products to be sold on your shop and we'll take care of the rest. Simple as that, no "you have to purchase my great idea" first, no sign up fees, no purchase of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who can become a FloristCircle.com Reseller&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bloggers, house wife, programmer, secretary, receptionist, driver, contractor, student, teacher, taxi driver etc. If you have internet access, a little time to spare each day and interested in making a bit of money for yourself then what are you waiting for, sign up now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sign up at &lt;a href="http://www.floristcircle.com/" target="_Blank"&gt;http://www.floristcircle.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much can I really earn as a FloristCircle.com Reseller? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being that you are your own boss, you are able to set the prices of each product in your shop. This is your mark up commission. Products sold in your shop entitles you a commission range of minimum 10% up to a maximum of 30%. Do the maths! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is FloristCircle.com? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FloristCircle.com is a full fledged online florist with experienced florist, attentive customer service, reliable delivery team and a secure online merchant. We deliver nationwide with extensive network florist partners.&lt;/p&gt;Demo: &lt;a href="http://demo.floristcircle.com/" target="_Blank"&gt;http://demo.floristcircle.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; Sub-domains are on first-come-first-served basis and subjected to availability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; Each sign up is subject to approval by FloristCirle.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-7078896319631818290?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/7078896319631818290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=7078896319631818290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/7078896319631818290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/7078896319631818290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/07/floristcirclecom-is-launched.html' title='FloristCircle.com is Launched!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-5115501353482530125</id><published>2008-07-08T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T03:42:29.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><title type='text'>FloristCircle.Com is DONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am proud to officially announce that FloristCircle.com, better known as Project Ribena (a.k.a. FC, Floristi Circle, Florist Circle, Bunga Bulatan) amongst UNO.com.my team, is DONE! After 8 months of sleepless nights (well for the better portion of the project), countless bug (hugs.. hehe..) fix requests, new features and requests, amendments to the original design concept, over 900hrs clocked, etc... I am happy to say that FloristCircle, my baby, is officially launched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the background...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fendy: "FINALLY!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eugenie: "You sure? No more hugs? hahaha"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boss: "Andrew, Andrew! got HUGS la! hehe..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a special some one in your life? Or some one that you secretly admire? Show them how much you care by sending them flowers today. Purchase your flowers online at &lt;a href="http://andrew.floristcircle.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Apple Blossom's&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-5115501353482530125?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/5115501353482530125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=5115501353482530125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5115501353482530125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5115501353482530125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/07/floristcirclecom-is-done.html' title='FloristCircle.Com is DONE!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-812157459479103925</id><published>2008-06-25T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:04:39.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>世界唯一的妳</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I have not been updating my blog recently. It is not that I don't have the time but rather that I've been so busy recently that I don't make the time for it. But here is a quick one for all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDWFx3HvTFc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDWFx3HvTFc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界唯一的妳 | Shi Jie Wei Yi De Ni | The World's One and Only You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌手： 曹格 | 作曲：曹格&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Gary Cao Ge | Composer: Gary Cao Ge&lt;br /&gt;作詞：徐世珍/永邦&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Xu Shi Zhen/Yong Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: &lt;a href="http://www.jay-chou.net/forums/showthread.php?t=25010"&gt;ankh - www.jay-chou.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是你 第一眼我就認出來&lt;br /&gt;Shi Ni Di Yi Yan Wo Jiu Ren Chu Lai&lt;br /&gt;It's you (whom) I recognised at first glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這是命運最美麗的安排&lt;br /&gt;Zhe Shi Ming Yun Zui Mei Li De An Pai&lt;br /&gt;This is fate's most beautiful arrangement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是愛 讓你略過慢長等待&lt;br /&gt;Shi Ai Rang Ni Lue Guo Man Chang De Deng Dai&lt;br /&gt;It's love (which) helped you tide over the long wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們只要現在相愛 幸福就來&lt;br /&gt;Wo Men Zhi Yao Xian Zai Xiang Ai Xing Fu Jiu Lai&lt;br /&gt;We only need to be in love now for happiness to arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恨我來不及參於你的過去&lt;br /&gt;Hen Wo Lai Bu Ji Can Yu Ni De Guo Qu&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not making it in time to be part of your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抱歉讓你等待&lt;br /&gt;Bao Qian Rang Ni Deng Dai&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making you wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我願意付出一切交換&lt;br /&gt;Wo Yuan Yi Fu Chu Yi Qie Jiao Huan&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to give everything to exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我靈魂的另一半&lt;br /&gt;Wo Ling Hun De Ling Yi Ban&lt;br /&gt;The other half of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這個世界唯一的你 是我擁有的奇績&lt;br /&gt;Zhe Ge Shi Jie Wei Yi De Ni Shi Wo Yong You De Qi Ji&lt;br /&gt;This world's one and only you, is the miracle that I possess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對我說的一字一句 都是我們的秘密&lt;br /&gt;Due Wo Shuo De Yi Zi Yi Ju Dou Shi Wo Men De Mi Mi&lt;br /&gt;Every word (you) spoke to me, is part of our secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;緊緊擁抱唯一的你 無可救藥的堅定&lt;br /&gt;Jing Jing Yong Bao Wei Yi De Ni Wu Ke Jiu Yao De Jian Ding&lt;br /&gt;Tightly embracing the one and only you, an uncontrollable resolute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算世界與我為敵&lt;br /&gt;Jiu Xuan Shi Jie Yu Wo Wei Di&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world may become my enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也願意 我什麼都願意&lt;br /&gt;Wo Ye Yuan Yi Wo She Mo Dou Yuan Yi&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing, I'm willing to (do) anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看開過去所有的悲哀&lt;br /&gt;Kan Kai Le Guo Qu Suo You De Bei Ai&lt;br /&gt;Having seen past all of yesterday's sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都只是訓練我為妳 勇敢&lt;br /&gt;Dou Zhi Shi Xun Lian Wo Wei Ni Yong Gang&lt;br /&gt;It's to train me to be brave for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真愛 照亮了漆黑的夜晚&lt;br /&gt;Zhen Ai Zhao Liang Le Qi Hei De Ye Wan&lt;br /&gt;True love (has) lit up the dark night sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尋找了彼此一輩子&lt;br /&gt;Xun Zhao Le Pi Ci Yi Bei Zi&lt;br /&gt;(We've) searched for each other our whole lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再不分開&lt;br /&gt;Zai Bu Fen Kai&lt;br /&gt;(Let's) not part again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恨我來不及參於你的過去&lt;br /&gt;Hen Wo Lai Bu Ji Can Yu Ni De Guo Qu&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for not making it in time to be part of your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抱歉讓你等待&lt;br /&gt;Bao Qian Rang Ni Deng Dai&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making you wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我願意付出一切交換&lt;br /&gt;Wo Yuan Yi Fu Chu Yi Qie Jiao Huan&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to give everything to exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我靈魂的另一半&lt;br /&gt;Wo Ling Hun De Ling Yi Ban&lt;br /&gt;The other half of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will climb the highest mountain&lt;br /&gt;I will swim the deeper sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;對我說的一字一句 都是我們的秘密&lt;br /&gt;Due Wo Shuo De Yi Zi Yi Ju Dou Shi Wo Men De Mi Mi&lt;br /&gt;Every word (you) spoke to me, is part of our secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;緊緊擁抱唯一的你 無可救藥的堅定&lt;br /&gt;Jing Jing Yong Bao Wei Yi De Ni Wu Ke Jiu Yao De Jian Ding&lt;br /&gt;Tightly embracing the one and only you, an uncontrollable resolute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算世界與我為敵&lt;br /&gt;Jiu Xuan Shi Jie Yu Wo Wei Di&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world may become my enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也願意 我什麼都願意&lt;br /&gt;Wo Ye Yuan Yi Wo She Mo Dou Yuan Yi&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing, I'm willing to (do) anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我願意付出一切交換&lt;br /&gt;Wo Yuan Yi Fu Chu Yi Qie Jiao Huan&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to give everything to exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我靈魂的另一半&lt;br /&gt;Wo Ling Hun De Ling Yi Ban&lt;br /&gt;The other half of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will climb the highest mountain&lt;br /&gt;I will swim the deeper sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算(要我)上天下地&lt;br /&gt;Jiu Suan (Yao Wo) Shang Tian Xia Di&lt;br /&gt;Even if I may need to go up the heavens and down to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我什麼都願意為妳&lt;br /&gt;Wo She Mo Dou Yuan Yi Wei Ni&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing (to do) anything for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;緊緊擁抱唯一的你 無可救藥的堅定&lt;br /&gt;Jing Jing Yong Bao Wei Yi De Ni Wu Ke Jiu Yao De Jian Ding&lt;br /&gt;Tightly embracing the one and only you, an uncontrollable resolute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算世界與我為敵&lt;br /&gt;Jiu Xuan Shi Jie Yu Wo Wei Di&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world may become my enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也願意 我什麼都願意&lt;br /&gt;Wo Ye Yuan Yi Wo She Mo Dou Yuan Yi&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing, I'm willing to (do) anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-812157459479103925?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/812157459479103925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Just want to share some of them with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hitch: When your wondering what to say, or how you look... just remember... she is already out with you. That means, she said yes, when she could've said no. That means she made a plan... when she could've just blown you off. So that means it is no longer your job to make her like you... It's is your job NOT TO MESS IT UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like this particular quote. Jam... oh jam.. this is for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hitch: I'm a guy. Since when do we get anything right the first time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. I am a guy.. since when do I get things right the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sara: Oh, God. You're a morning person, aren't you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitch: Well, you know, like I always tell my clients, "Begin each day as if it were on purpose."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-2734874717449785517?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2734874717449785517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=2734874717449785517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2734874717449785517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2734874717449785517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/06/memorable-quotes.html' title='Memorable Quotes'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-2792258001365355012</id><published>2008-06-08T18:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:17:03.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that feeling where everything feels right? Where you don't have to worry about tomorrow or yesterday, where you feel safe and know you're doing the best you can? There's a word for that, it's called love. L-O-V-E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Akeelah and the Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this movie showing on Astro yesterday evening on Star Movies called '&lt;span&gt;Akeelah and the Bee' (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0437800/"&gt;Read Synopsis&lt;/a&gt;). Although it is a old show and probably this is the third time I've watched it on Astro (what else is new hey?) there was a lot of things that I realised I had missed out in the whole movie. And one was the quote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; towards the end of the movie. When I heard that quote again it just made sense and how I should have written this post that I started writing since last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that lately all everyone can ever talk about is Love. When I'm on the road and listening to the radio endless love songs are being played on LiteFm and RedFM, and it all seems that the whole world knew that I had lost love just recently. Every where I turned people reminded me of what it feels to be in love and to be honest I have not forgotten it at all. If anything, love hasn't left my side yet and i still believe in it. But this post isn't about me, no no... I know of some one who has forgotten what Love is and what it really felt like to be Loved by some one. She has been questioning love and the real value of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why couldn't Love be as simple as a fairy tale where they lived happily ever after at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for a lot of people this is ideally what they would want. To find some one, fall in love,  get married and start a family together and yes I admit that for some people it is just that easy for them. Sounds like mail order brides and grooms hey? Better yet, have your mum match make you with some boy down the street because he's single and available. Is that really what you want? To pretend that you're in love with that person and spend the rest of your life lying to yourself that you love the man beside you. No, I think you really deserve better than that and you deserve to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="pullquote"&gt;Everyone deserves a chance to fall in love and be loved&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;/u&gt; deserves a chance to fall in love and be loved. What makes you any different from all of us. Yes, I know in your experience you've met and fallen in love with men who you thought was the right one and you got hurt in the process. We all make mistakes and we all learn from it but never shut out love in your heart. When things couldn't have gotten any worse you suddenly hear love calling your name. Yeah it called out for you. Why do you think you're confused. Then you realise that love is just standing right in front of you waiting for your to fall so that he can catch you. I believe that you have already met him. Don't need to introduce him right? You know him well enough. He's the one who would always be there for you when you need him and all you had to do was call him. He's the one crazy enough to drive all the way to your place to just pick you up to just go out. He's the one crazy enough to go out of the way just to be with you. Remember him now?? He sure as hell believes that you deserve some thing better and that he can give you all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="pullquote"&gt;To fall for some one is easy but to fall in love is harder&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall for some one is easy but to fall in love is harder, why? Is it because you don't trust love or him? Or is it because that you find yourself in love with him but scared of getting hurt? How did you come to make a note that falling in love is harder? It is because of your thoughts up in your head that makes it complicated when you should actually be listening to your heart. He will protect you. Heck he has even given you the most powerful promise he has ever given to anyone. He promised you a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know that he can give you the love you have always wanted and yearned for? At the start of this post is a quote that should have already answered your questions. Isn't that what you feel when you are with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it a job? Do i get paid? You will fall in love with me without my doing. It should be that way otherwise what is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I know I have not exactly answered your question except point out the obvious to you, the rest you have already experienced it yourself. Remember this, love causes people to do silly things that seems to be really stupid to others. You've seen it with your own eyes in him. Is it possible to be loved by two people at one time? Why not? It's happening now but at the end of the day you would have to choose. You can't have both. It sucks but at the end of day you will realise that of the two one really stands out. Never judge love just because you got hurt, remember you got hurt by a person and not love. To everyone reading this, understand that too. Don't point your fingers at love, the person who had hurt you took love for granted and used it to hurt you. I now understand that for myself and I do regret for not loving the one person as much as I could have given. In the bible this is what it says about love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails... And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In another words loving some one is never having to say sorry to each other. I will not tell you how to love a person nor do I have answers to everything about love. Would you believe it that 4 (very) silly letters could form a word with a meaning so powerful that not even money can buy it over. L-O-V-E! True ain't it? Love is the most powerful feeling/emotion any human can possibly feel and yet we still don't understand it. You and I know of some one claiming that they know the game of Love and have experience in it, but they themselves take love for granted and end up hurting people. If you are ever reading this I know what happened and you're just as much as a hypocrite than you think you are and I really hope that you do read this one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything all of us have to take chances. Jump before anyone tells you to jump (go sky diving). Have you watched Hitch before? At the end of the movie he said some thing which I have always kept in mind always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because that's what people do. They leap, and hope to God they can fly, because otherwise you just drop like a rock, wondering the whole way down, why in the *hell* did I jump? But here I am, Sarah, falling, and the only one that makes me feel like I can fly... is you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I will leave that for all of you to think. And to the person reading this that has given up on Love, remember that love never deserted you and if you don't take chances and jump you will never know. You'd end up wondering every day what if. There isn't a what if in our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-2792258001365355012?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2792258001365355012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=2792258001365355012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2792258001365355012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2792258001365355012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/06/l-o-v-e.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-187300390930360310</id><published>2008-06-04T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:47:47.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>顺子 - Without Love</title><content type='html'>Without love i have nothing&lt;br /&gt;without love i am nothing&lt;br /&gt;let me not hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;let me get through this&lt;br /&gt;tell me that i will be alright&lt;br /&gt;tell me i will live through this&lt;br /&gt;let me fall into an ocean of you&lt;br /&gt;let me no longer despair over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;take my heart pretend that you're loving me&lt;br /&gt;tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;even if it's not so true&lt;br /&gt;tell all that you can't do so i can get through&lt;br /&gt;knowing you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;no way, no how, not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say... just let go&lt;br /&gt;feelings... overflow&lt;br /&gt;let me not hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;let me get through this&lt;br /&gt;one more... lonely night&lt;br /&gt;without.. any might&lt;br /&gt;let me fall into an ocean of you&lt;br /&gt;let me no longer despair over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-187300390930360310?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/187300390930360310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=187300390930360310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/187300390930360310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/187300390930360310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/06/without-love.html' title='顺子 - Without Love'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-1283300264619952538</id><published>2008-06-01T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:26:20.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>the journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jour-ney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈdʒɜr&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;jur&lt;/b&gt;-nee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;] noun&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The act of traveling from one place to another;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are we headed as individuals? Do you know? Everywhere you look, on the streets, airports, offices, the person next to you, even yourself as you read this, what is your rush? Where is the journey taking you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of days since the break up I've been trying to open my eyes to understand my own journey through life. A journey which I really thought I had already mapped out. Did I go off course some where? How did I end up messing up everything yet again? With that mess I ended up hurting a lot of people that really cared and loved for me, my family. It hurts and I still feel the guilt for hurting all of them. The very people who has been looking after me for the last 3 years. I don't even have the courage to face them without shedding a tear. Turning back time isn't an option given to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I headed? Why or how did I end up on this path? Ange said I've changed and that I didn't write anymore. I knew what she had meant. Apart from this blog I used to keep a journal where I would write the other side of my personal life. My deepest thoughts and fears all went in there. Thoughts and memories which are not meant to be shared with the whole world. Even just random writing about what I had just gone through at the end of the day. Some thing which Nigel had encouraged me to do during my time over in Melbourne to help me cope with what I was going through that year. I still have journals which date back as far as the year 2000.  But in the last year or so I've stopped writing. What happened? Why did I stop? Why did I instead choose to live another life and take away from myself what I have loved doing. Who is this Andrew today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-1283300264619952538?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1283300264619952538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=1283300264619952538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/1283300264619952538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/1283300264619952538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/06/journey.html' title='the journey'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-1999277797376188579</id><published>2008-05-19T03:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:58:46.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate…</title><content type='html'>‘Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves – who are we to be brilliant, beautiful, talented, and fabulous. But honestly, who are you to not be so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of God, small games do not work in this world. For those around us to feel peace, it is not example to make ourselves small. We were born to express the glory of god that lives in us. It is not in some of us, it is in all of us. While we allow our light to shine, we unconsciously give permission for others to do the same. When we liberate ourselves from our own fears, simply our presence may liberate others.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marianne Williamson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-1999277797376188579?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1999277797376188579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=1999277797376188579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/1999277797376188579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/1999277797376188579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-greatest-fear-is-not-that-we-are.html' title='Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate…'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-5586903600601413151</id><published>2008-05-19T02:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:27:25.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>We're ordinary people</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days where what your mates tell you sounds impossible but seemingly true at the same time? You would at first deny it then slowly realise it in your head that your mates was spot on. You're still sane, but you find yourself drive around without a destination in mind but some how you still find yourself on the correct lane, road and journey home. You try your best not to pull into your apartment area and yet you find yourself sitting in the car in your own lot thinking of why you drove into your apartment block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times i do wonder what it would be like to stop a moment in my life to just observe. Observe and watch every moment of my life as if i was at the movies with popcorn and drinks. To be even more cruel, subtitles provided!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot: "Andrew is being weird"&lt;br /&gt;The cast: "Andrew, Angeline and the whole world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this point onwards it gets harder and harder to write down my thoughts knowing that Angeline is too a regular on my blog. She too blogs quite often now but she has an advantage, she blogs in Chinese and she's loving it because i don't read a word of Chinese even if meant possibly saving my life in a life and death situation. I would probably say "AHHH! The heck with it, you're better off shooting me than asking me to translate what she wrote". Then there's google translate but no matter how accurate it is trying to make sense of what was originally written in Chinese is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i really changed? I have been searching for that answer for a long time now and it was only until recent that i have been acting weird as Angeline has nicely put it. I find myself now constantly searching my heart and mind to find out if i have really changed. In her blog she claims that i am comparing her, am i really doing that? If i had intentionally done that then why am i denying it? Of course my female readers would say "That's because you're a guy, you don't see all these things and the things you're doing to the girl". Why must it be that kind of generalization anyways? But have i changed?? This is the part where it becomes even more harder to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes maybe i have changed, i've noticed that myself but not because of any girl or influences but because of myself. I know in her blog she says that work is an excuse and that the reason i had put it priority was because i had changed and changed heart, always comparing her. Haiz... how you wish it was true but it never was like that. I may have asked questions where she knew was probably some thing important to me like jazz music. I have always appreciated jazz and it was only until recent where i found the perfect jazz club here in Malaysia where I started asking Angeline again if she would go with me to have a night out listening to jazz beats and immediately she puts on a defensive sheild and says some thing like "why? she likes jazz music as well is it so you ask me?" Why? why always comparing yourself to her? I never did bring up the stupid topic because of her or did i ask you if you wanted to go with me for fun. My mindset might have changed but not my heart, i am still the same playful person that you met and have known. Yes maybe i am no longer the same Andrew as before but i am still Andrew. That has not changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-5586903600601413151?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/5586903600601413151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=5586903600601413151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5586903600601413151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5586903600601413151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-ordinary-people.html' title='We&apos;re ordinary people'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-5309598767888816045</id><published>2008-05-07T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:03:59.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Grandma.. is that you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey all... its officially 15 to midnight and i'm still in the office. Catching up on work after a terrible start to the morning. So many distractions from people who shouldn't have been involved in the problem to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During the company trip to Penang... I experienced it several times as well. I had always thought it was Darren who was smoking close by but he smokes Marlboro Lights and the smoke smell was obvious. It was the distinctive smell of Dunhill reds... the same brand and type that my grandma used to smoke. But even then i never thought anything of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past couple of weeks i've always noticed a certain smell around my work place or where I am in the office. A smell that for some reason only I can smell, I've even confirmed with Fendy and asked him but he assured me that he doesn't smell anything of sort. What's the smell? Well believe it or not cigarette smell. Now our office is air conditioned so none of us can even or have even tried smoking in the room. Well i've always ignored it but then.. but just then, a moment ago... i suddenly thought of my grandmother when i smelt it again. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ps. i don't smell it now...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I believe that my grandmother has come to visit me. I still remember on the night of my grandmother's funeral I was sitting in my living room watching tv when i suddenly smelt cigarette smoke and countless butterflies fluttering about. It definately wasn't me because I don't even smoke at home. Then I sent a text to my parents who then was back in Kuching for the funeral about it and my dad confirmed it could have been grandma because around the time where everyone was expecting her soul to appear one last time a butterfly flew in and landed on my dad's shoulders. It was at the right moment when i experienced it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grandma... is that you? Have you come to visit me? How've you been grandma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-5309598767888816045?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/5309598767888816045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=5309598767888816045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5309598767888816045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5309598767888816045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-grandmother.html' title='Grandma.. is that you?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-8083984789259486716</id><published>2008-04-04T02:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:39:15.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Its been all too long</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how time flies when times are good and the memories are in the making. It almost seems like I have abandoned my blog completely. Never... that's not going to happen. I've been busy (what else is new) catching up with my career after a disasterous 18mths with the evil shit hole ex co. Come end of this month it would be exactly half a year since i joined uno.com.my and in that half year i've learnt so much. Finally i've found &lt;u&gt;THE&lt;/u&gt; job where I am able to flare/type/code/??? my potential into sweet sweet web applications (which I am really proud of baby!). One thing is for sure is that i really look forward to going to work every morning.. now that's not some thing that you hear very often coming from me and to be honest i've never felt like this before with my ex co. We would work into the weeeeeee hours of the night (1am the last time) and my boss would have to halau us home if not we would have never left. hehe... that's how comfortable i am with the comp. Even my new office (oh we've shifted to Solaris Mont'Kiara and not to Damansara Heights (mentioned in my ealier earlier posts) doesn't even feel like an office. In fact it doesn't even look like a typical office. You might even say our office is like a Ikea showroom if you came over to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the bojiman promised to us back then... it was always a drag to go to work for that asshole *yes i've stepped up my language when it comes to them* shit hole they call a "SUCCESSFUL WE'RE NUMBER 1 IN MALAYSIA COMPANY". You want to hear a juicy bit of talk that's going on over there?? A while back, about 6mths to be exact - &lt;a href="http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-never-been-so-hurt-or-pissed-in-my.html"&gt;Shit Ass Start&lt;/a&gt;, i wrote a bitching piece about this idiot called Kama the SUPER PROGRAMMER. According to reliable sources he doesn't have a clue as a programmer and doesn't know crap and always has to call his friends to ask how to do stuff. Gee.. for some one who is supposedly getting RM3k sure has a CV full of shit which apparently the assholes was impressed with. Well he finally has learnt the bloody truth and they are owing him i think 3 months salary now. I could be wrong but heck they still owed salary. I heard that he has put in his resignation letter and SUPPOSEDLY has a job offer in Cyberjaya. WELL ASHOLE BACK STABBER! SERVES YOU RIGHT! oh oh.. i heard u went to ask for a raise too... asked for 1k upgrade... U FUCKING WISH! I slaved my balls off and they couldn't even PAY MY BLOODY EPF LET ALONE MY CHEAP CHEAP SOCSO CONTRIBUTIONS. I also heard you sold your notebook as well when they gave you the stupid notebook to use. Looks like you're going to have to buy your piece of crap back from who ever bought it from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ok.. let bygones be bygones. Who am i kidding!? I hope to one day read in the papers the shit ass company is declared bankrupt. Muahaha! They still owe me EPF and Socso. Maybe one day i should drop by and taunt the asshole(s) especially KAMA the SUPER ASSHOLE. Muahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its getting late (again time flies when you're having a good time.. hehe) and i should be in la la land especially the all nighter i spent with my baby sis on wednesday morning. Let me tell you this, it is amazing what you can see at 2am in the morning. It's as if one shift of workers clocked off and another shift came on. You might think that at 2am the roads are empty... you are so wrong. I was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By the way.. AJAX ROCKS! If you think otherwise YOU SUCK! muahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-8083984789259486716?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8083984789259486716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=8083984789259486716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8083984789259486716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8083984789259486716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-all-too-long.html' title='Its been all too long'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-3949355872164447990</id><published>2008-03-08T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:51:15.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Bdays @ Chilli's 1Utama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would you believe it that I've been here in KL for about 6 years and I've never once stepped into Chilli's. Yeah sounds lame but when you were on a tight allowance during college years do you think you could afford to spend the money without feeling guilty about it? Well... I had the pleasure of having dinner there with Angel to celebrate my birthday together. Here's some of the pics we took of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/08032008008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/08032008008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/08032008009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/08032008009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/08032008013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/08032008013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel enjoying her chicken! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/08032008005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/08032008005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dips... the lovely nice dips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/08032008001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/08032008001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripple shot.. a must to try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-3949355872164447990?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3949355872164447990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=3949355872164447990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3949355872164447990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3949355872164447990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/03/bdays-chillis-1utama.html' title='Bdays @ Chilli&apos;s 1Utama'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/th_08032008008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-2674747220091084830</id><published>2008-03-04T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:49:03.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>27th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/P1030162-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/P1030162-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice! :) Thanks for the cake Ange... really made my day.. loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/P1030159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/P1030159.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family! Thanks for a wonderful birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/P1030160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/P1030160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special cake :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-2674747220091084830?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2674747220091084830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=2674747220091084830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2674747220091084830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2674747220091084830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/03/27th-birthday.html' title='27th Birthday'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/Birthday2008/th_P1030162-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-4965307717080312343</id><published>2008-01-24T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:03:09.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Heath Ledger?? Dead??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shocking news indeed.... I was on the way to work and the news headlines came on. Why?? WHY!!?? I was never a huge fan of his but I've always liked the movies he was in and his acting. The first time I came to know of the actor was when A Knight's Tale came out in 2001. He will be missed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. what is the world coming to?? Remember some time ago I blogged about this burger stall near my place. The one that I've frequented for many years now. The last couple of times on my way back from work I would stop by there to pick up burgers and coke for dinner and noticed that it was not the usual abang and kakak running the stall. But I never thought any thing of it and figured maybe they couple was on a holiday break. After all they are open almost all the time without a break. I never did question the two new people working the stall. I even made it a point to tell the abang when he came back that those two were hillarious to see and "kecoh" behind the hot pan. lolz. I stopped by the stall again earlier this week catching up with the other regulars there when this chinese man suddenly asked them why the sudden change in owners and what happened to the abang and kakak. When the dude behind the stall said "Dia dah meninggal..." We were shocked and at disbelieve because of the way he said it with his head held low. We thought he was just joking...  I thought he wasn't serious because the first night I saw them I heard one of them called some one asking how much was the price of the burger special. The abang who owns the burger stall passed away about 2 weeks ago in a motor accident just outside our housing estate. The kakak *Thank God* who was with him at the time of the accident suffered injuries but otherwise ok. We all just kept quiet after that. The two brothers operating the stall was telling us their story of how it happened and how they didn't know how to inform the abang's regular customers that they were taking over the stall for him. One of them mentioned that there was many times where cars would toot their horns while passing by and they didn't know it was the abang's regular customer and didn't wave back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-4965307717080312343?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/4965307717080312343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=4965307717080312343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4965307717080312343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4965307717080312343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/01/heath-ledger-dead.html' title='Heath Ledger?? Dead??'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-1294074119449301258</id><published>2008-01-19T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:10:18.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>New Year... New Template</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year All!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow does time fly by ever so fast when you're busy and have no time other things. It has been almost 1 month since my last post. Looking at my blogspot dashboard there are a number of draft entries which Ive not published yet. They are what i call not complete yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blue (my car) is back as well from the workshop. Looking good but I noticed some thing wrong with the front bodykit. Looks like a repair and paint job although the foreman assured me that it's brand new. The uneven marking on the area where it was damaged just confirmed my suspicion and I will be lodging a report with my insurance company. The whole story on next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Won't be writing much today except to thank Annie of &lt;a href="http://bloggeruniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blog U&lt;/a&gt; for this lovely template. Finally solved my layout problem which I had with my earlier template. Now it's Nuffnang friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-1294074119449301258?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1294074119449301258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=1294074119449301258&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/1294074119449301258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/1294074119449301258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-template.html' title='New Year... New Template'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-3736577150001598527</id><published>2007-12-25T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:01:44.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas! '07</title><content type='html'>To: A Wonderful Life Readers &amp;amp; Friends Around the World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's Wishing All Of You A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where ever you may be right at this very moment reading this!! Another year is about to pass and another Christmas celebrated just like that. I hope that all of you have made a difference in your life and in the lives of others around you this Christmas. My Christmas wish this year... "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Salvation for the families around the world affected by devastation, natural disasters and poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;code&gt;""Heal the world, make it a better place. For you and for me and the entire human race!"&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Micheal Jackson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-drew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-3736577150001598527?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3736577150001598527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=3736577150001598527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3736577150001598527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3736577150001598527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-07.html' title='Merry Christmas! &apos;07'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-2720646691332595358</id><published>2007-12-20T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:06:31.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>WHO IS SHE???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Any one knows who is&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt; Desiree Tan&lt;/span&gt; or is it &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tan Desiree&lt;/span&gt;?? I am referring to the artist who sang the song &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Our Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, track 1 of my &lt;a href="http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-2007.html"&gt;Christmas play list&lt;/a&gt;. I've searched on the net and came up with Desiree Tan who took part in the Astro Superstar singing competition but is it her? Searched on Imeem.com there was a track by &lt;a style="FONT-STYLE: italic" href="http://desiree8082.imeem.com/music/BwFuo-r_/point_blanc_ft_uncle_real_desiree_chan_qing/"&gt;Point Blanc featuring Desiree &amp;amp; Uncle Real&lt;/a&gt; but not the same Desiree (&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desiree&lt;/b&gt; Chan Qing&lt;/span&gt;). BUT BUT! Look who posted it... TAN DESIREE!! Could it be the same Desiree who sang &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,204,204)"&gt;Our Christmas&lt;/span&gt;?? Who is it?? Anyone with leads please please drop a comment! If you're the right Tan Desiree/Desiree Tan pls pls leave a comment here!! Simply adore the song you sang and your sweet voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh.. CHRISTMAS IS JUST AROUND THE CORNER!! HAPPIE HAPPIE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-2720646691332595358?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2720646691332595358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=2720646691332595358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2720646691332595358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2720646691332595358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-is-she.html' title='WHO IS SHE???'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-2629371333328322381</id><published>2007-12-17T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:58:00.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='290' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/pl/Y3-_saLC2b/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='290' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/pl/Y3-_saLC2b/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hewo.. Posting this directly from Imeem.com so the text might appear a bit cacat. Finally settled the police report for the insurance claims but more on that in a later post. A bit tired now after a super long afternoon at the police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a couple of my favourite christmas songs to cheer everyone up and set you into the right mood. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-2629371333328322381?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2629371333328322381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=2629371333328322381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2629371333328322381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2629371333328322381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas 2007'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-8055359946818499802</id><published>2007-12-16T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:33:36.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A closer look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angeline and I got up early this morning and headed over to McD's Shah Alam to have a closer look at the damage to Blue. Upon inspection it was definately clear to us that the dog couldn't have survived the accident. What was not visible last night was definately see this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;img title="Blue" alt="Blue" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/16122007003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just above the X of my nick you will see a small crack there with some dog hair still stuck there. That section of the lip is actually broken and not just a normal crack. What still haunts me is the thought of the poor dog being dragged for about 15 seconds before Blue's body kit gave way and the dog going under.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Popped the hood and in the daylight I was able to properly access the engine bay for damages. Last night I was under the impression that the oil pan was cracked because of the indicator lightling up. Luckily it wasn't. Then I turned my attention to the radiator (obvious cause of the over heating) and it was BONE DRY! The reserve/overflow tank was still at the right level which could only mean a crack in the radiator. Two bottles of water into the radiator and within seconds a steady stream of water was leaking out of the bottom right corner. Hopefully it is a busted piping and not a crack. Tai Fei would be going there with me after work to confirm if its a crack or just the piping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The options I can possibly take now is claim insurance and loose my first year ncb or bear the cost of repairs. Will only know tomorrow morning when I get back the quotes for a new radiator and the actual damage to the car by the insurance mechanic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-8055359946818499802?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8055359946818499802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=8055359946818499802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8055359946818499802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8055359946818499802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/12/closer-look.html' title='A closer look'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-7705556752512308502</id><published>2007-12-16T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:28:13.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Sad day for Blue....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight/This morning ain't a good end to my night or start of my Sunday morning. Depending on how you see it. We were driving along the stretch of road right after Bukit Jalil when the terrible incident happened. We were on our way back from Henry's place after a BBQ and just before we reached the Sunway toll flyover we spotted a dog right in the middle of the road. According to Angeline the dog was just standing right in the middle of the road. I on the other hand saw it crossing the road then. My first reaction was to slam on the brakes hoping that it was enough to slow the car down for the dog to safely cross the road. But it was not meant to be. Although at that moment I was only going at 80km/h I was not able to slow the car fast enough. In a tense split second moment I closed my eyes briefly and prepared myself for the hit.. then a thump followed by a yelp 15 seconds later. The poor dog was briefly dragged by my car as the front body kit was quite low then finally the dog went under. In the rear view mirror I saw that the dog was able to pick itself up and crossed to the center divider. It was really a heart stopping moment. We pulled over on the side of the road in hopes of catching a glimpse of the dog but it was no where to be found. Blue on the other hand was not in good shape. After driving on for about 5mins Angeline noticed that the temperature was going up and that the engine oil indicator was lit on the dashboard panel. We were lucky that McD was just close by and we pulled over there. According to Eric it could be that the oil pan is cracked when the dog went under. So now... Blue... my car... is parked at a 24hrs McDonalds parking lot over in Shah Alam near Angeline's office. It was only after we arrived at McD's that i realised the dog had actually damaged the front body kit. Haiz... this means more repairs to the car. But i do pray for the dog that it is going to fine. Hopefully it gets through the night even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-7705556752512308502?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/7705556752512308502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=7705556752512308502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/7705556752512308502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/7705556752512308502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/12/sad-day-for-blue.html' title='Sad day for Blue....'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-3079517520449247921</id><published>2007-12-11T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:12:27.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>MALAYSIAN DRIVERS 'R' US</title><content type='html'>If it isn't bad enough that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt; of the time we're already stuck in a bad crawl or jam during morning rush hour with every soul in the working industry tooting their way to work, the police just has to have a stupid road block. Today... of all days there was a slow jam just right before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; suspended bridge. After all it is a public holiday in the state of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt; so there should be already &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESS&lt;/span&gt; cars on the road. Looked at the opposite on coming traffic and it seemed smooth so i knew it was not a accident so it only could have been due to a road block. True enough just right after the bridge half a dozen or so police was on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOTORCYCLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  lane... I REPEAT!! ON THE MOTORCYCLE LANE.... doing what they do best. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE STUPID CHRONIC IDIOCY &lt;/span&gt;of the whole thing was that they left the HUGE ROAD BLOCK sign on the bus stop lane where they had setup HQ which for some bloody reason slowed down 4 lanes on federal highway to a crawl. Or was it due to the fact that there was police around that everyone decided to slow down? What should have been a 15mins drive to work took 45mins instead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-3079517520449247921?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3079517520449247921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=3079517520449247921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3079517520449247921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3079517520449247921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/12/malaysian-drivers-r-us.html' title='MALAYSIAN DRIVERS &apos;R&apos; US'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-8857370266476444415</id><published>2007-11-30T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:44:20.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Nyamuk Starbucks</title><content type='html'>Was working peacefully in our room when suddenly i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flinch&lt;/span&gt; and reacted to some thing. My colleague looks at me strange. I msned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mr. Elmo to you... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nyamuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fendy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mr. Elmo to you... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was going for my coffee cup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mr. Elmo to you... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha... first time see nyamuk high on coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fendy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mayb the nyamuk from starbuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fendy says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;loves coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Mr. Elmo to you... says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell broke loose in the quiet office with crazy laughing from both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-8857370266476444415?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8857370266476444415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=8857370266476444415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8857370266476444415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8857370266476444415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/11/nyamuk-starbucks.html' title='Nyamuk Starbucks'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-3845430531367047746</id><published>2007-11-30T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:17:36.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Is the saga over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A quick update to the whole bojiman saga and my salary. Just yesterday after learning that the staff at the old job had already gotten their payment on the 15th I was bloody furious and when I got in the office I sent a not so nice text message to the old dog demanding for my salary. My exact words were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mr &lt;beep&gt;, i want my salary cleared end of the month. I don't want to hear excuses that there is still incoming pending payments. That was already said at the start and up to the second week of this month. Now its end. When i left Bojiman said i had disturbed his family rice bowl. What is he doing to mine now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never received a reply back but just after lunch time I received a message from the female one on msn saying that she had already banked in my salary but the figure looked weird. She didn't deduct epf and socso and it never occurred to me until I went to the bank to check the balance. I was of course ticked off but I decided to let it go. I got my salary after all but at the expense of my ex colleague. The old dog called her up to ask her to bank in her PD cheque after the 6th of next month when it should have been end of this month. You know who you are... I am so sorry if it turned out this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But wait is this considered over?? Nopes, they do still owe me EPF (employee provident fund). Guess what! I then suddenly thought of socso. They have been deducting SOCSO from my pay for some time now but I never thought of checking up on it so I headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.perkeso.gov.my/"&gt;SOCSO&lt;/a&gt; website to dig up info on how an account is created and who's responsibility it should fall onto. It turns out that it was the employers (obviously) and for that we would have a employers form and a FORM 2 for employees which i would have to fill in and sign. But I have never signed any documents before so I suspected that the company never did pay SOCSO. I shot an email to Perkeso with my NRIC number and this is their reply:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuan, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Berdasarkan kepada maklumat yang tuan berikan, tuan belum berdaftar di PERKESO. Sila semak dengan majikan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Base on the information given, you are not registered with PERKESO. Please check with your employer*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harap maklum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To which I replied back asking for information on how to lodge a report regarding this matter. Lukily I decided to talk to my colleague about the matter and he so happen to have a friend working at PERKESO and a call was made to ask questions and just like that he put me in touch with the right person to meet regarding the matter and what documents i needed to bring. Muahah! But before I take action I want an explanation from my stupid old comp why THEY KEEP CLAIMING THAT IT IS A MUST FOR SOCSO AND EPF WHEN THEY DON'T PRACTICE IT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-3845430531367047746?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3845430531367047746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=3845430531367047746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3845430531367047746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3845430531367047746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-saga-over.html' title='Is the saga over?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-7448068762659116863</id><published>2007-11-22T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:00:22.382+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>ShoutOut Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YAWNS! It's 11:13pm officially and have been sitting in front of the pc for almost 2 hours now. I should be doing work but have not even begun to start up dreamweaver or sql server. I blame it on ShoutOut... Lasker is probably looking around for a knife right about now if he's reading this hehe... BUT IT IS SO ADDICTIVE! In a good way. Lolz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FREE PROMO CONTENT! &lt;a href="http://www.penangpenang.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 44px" height="43" alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/ShoutOutLogoWeb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you a blogger? Are you looking for some thing interesting to include into your blog? Some thing that is a bit more interactive for your readers and yourself? Spotted chatboxes on other blogs and said to yourself "I want a chat box for my blog too!"? But don't just go for any old chat boxes. Take a step into the new lime light of chat boxes. What you need is a ShoutOut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Introducing ShoutOut! It's &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*literally*&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*always is*&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;addictive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*believe me it is*&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chatting with other bloggers and readers directly in your blog. No more just leaving a message in a box waiting to be answered, instead shout it out with ShoutOut! Test drive it today @ &lt;a href="http://www.penangpenang.com/"&gt;PenangPenang.com&lt;/a&gt; or at any participating blogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FREE PROMO CONTENT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What i didn't mention in the promo above is the fantastic people you meet at ShoutOut. In less than a week since ShoutOut was installed on my blog i've met and chatted with many many bloggers a.k.a lurkers, mamee suppliers, ghosts, mamee eaters, coursemates, etc. *ummm SO nicks and jokes* from all over Malaysia and maybe a few from other countries as well. But ShoutOut members don't just chat with each other... we meet up too every now and then. Well i have not met them yet la... still new and so far away from the ShoutOut family. If you head over to &lt;a href="http://shoutoutfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;ShoutOutFamily&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.penangpenang.com/"&gt;PenangPenang.Com&lt;/a&gt; to see all the photos from the gatherings they've had so far. Check out the calendar of events just below each ShoutOut for the next up coming event. Nice happy family le! But don't take my word for it. ShoutOut is on my blog... start shouting away on it. Have fun... Shout &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; Out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;code&gt;"It has become more than just a community or a cafe, it has become a family."&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- WillaZz @ shoutoutfamily.blogspot.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;@@YAWNS!@@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's now what.. 3.13am FRIDAY morning and I finally finished writing this post. Not that it was hard to put together the post but rather 90% of the time i was distracted on ShoutOut and ended up shouting there. See what i mean by it being addictive especially with the nice people who are still up at this hour shouting and blogging at the same time @ daniel, angeline, itchy, michie, bone (sorry forgot ur nick.. hehe). If you want to catch me online on SO during weekdays i would be shouting on a on off basis due to work commitments and weekends if i am in front of the pc. Everyone else is pretty much on SO most of the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have got to get to bed... nitez...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"hahahaha .. want to write about the very thing that made it hard to write ... hmmmm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Lasker @ PenangPenang.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-7448068762659116863?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/7448068762659116863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=7448068762659116863&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/7448068762659116863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/7448068762659116863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/11/define-andrew.html' title='ShoutOut Part 2'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-3239936468808071334</id><published>2007-11-19T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:42:43.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>ShoutOut @ PenangPenang.com</title><content type='html'>cheers and kudos to the gents and ladies *umm got lady or not when i first shouted?* met on shoutout tonight. Unfortunately i found out abt shoutout a bit later but it was good meeting ya all. I have to work in the morning so nite nite to all of ya if you're reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-3239936468808071334?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3239936468808071334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=3239936468808071334&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3239936468808071334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3239936468808071334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/11/shoutout-penangpenangcom.html' title='ShoutOut @ PenangPenang.com'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-9112411507895597271</id><published>2007-11-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:19:56.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>And you call yourself man...</title><content type='html'>Hey all, I know i've not been blogging for a while now. Yes, I've been busy in the office and yes the new project has already picked up pace but that's not why i've not been blogging. It was more of a self control thing as i was really pissed off with the all mighty one. I shall take this chance to down grade his title within my blog. I shall now call this "Asshole, No BALLS All Mighty One" as "bo ji man!" (Hokkien Dialect). For those of you who don't understand Chinese that translate as NO BALLs MAN!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden change in names for the stupid fella, well here's the low down. For the past week or so i have been chasing the ASSHOLEs over at the old company for my rightfully earned wages. And it has been... ummm 1..2...3... 7...9...10... yes just about 2 weeks since i left the company and UNTIL today they've not paid up yet. When first confronted two weeks back the "bo ji man" claimed that he was not the right person and since he is not the right person i contacted the female one (whom will also get a new name at the end of the post) on msn to which she only replied back at almost 6pm to say that she will check with the old dog then went offline just like that. A day passed and i never got an answer. I was so pissed that i got Eve to get the old dog to add me on msn so i can give him a piece of my mind but the old dog was reluctant and was forced to call me back after much Kacau'ing Eve. The old dog finally called back and gave me the excuse that he didn't add because it was only to be used for within the company bla bla bla and that if i had anything to ask i should call him directly on his mobile. I blasted back "How the hell do you expect me to call you when i don't have MONEY to even reload credit for my phone. That is the only reason why i got Eve to get you to call me" and he replied "Eh you can sms mah, you using prepaid right.. Hotlink have the free sms thing and you can use that to sms me". I was boiling at this point and replied "You think everything is free ah. For that to work also my phone must have credit!" With that he had nothing to say except that he will call me back later that afternoon to update me to which he never did and Angeline had to sms the old dog only then he replied back to say that there was PENDING PAYMENT yet to be collected by the company. WTF! I had to wait the whole evening just for that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine that was last week. This week I so happened to see "bo ji man" on msn and I took the chance to ask when I could expect my pay because my rent was due and landlord was already chasing me for payment. Again he said he was not the right person bla bla bla then he started to play the "I WILL TRY TO SCARE YOU TACTIC" by saying that he was going to have a HOD meeting the following morning to discuss the legal issues in the case of a sabotage bla bla bla and that i have been cooperative during the handover bla bla bla i don't see any reason to hold up your salary. This conversation took place Monday this week. Tuesday *13.11.07* came and left without a word from the "bo ji man" so the next morning i sent him a text saying that i waited for his word and as usual no reply. Never mind, come Thursday evening i sent him another text saying that if i were not to pay rent by this week i would be receiving a eviction notice from my landlord and he actually replied back to say he would get back to me tomorrow meaning Friday and i replied back "Please remember that tomorrow is Friday. I do not have much time already and i can't talk myself out of this one as rent has always been late the last few months". Now... do I have to tell you if he replied or not?? Guess la!! Of course he did NOT get back to me the next morning so i sent him a bunch of text asking him why i have not heard from him and what was going on.. today is Friday already! I was so pissed that i suddenly asked my colleague for a smoke but he didn't want to give me one. haha... Never mind, that evening i sent another text asking him again if i could get my salary soon but no reply. Saturday morning rolled in and i sent another text to "bo ji man", "What is going on? Today is Saturday already! Are you guys trying to get me evicted? Don't tell me u will get back to me tomorrow because it will be too late." and of course he never replied. If you're wondering let me answer your question, yes i can still receive texts. Have been receiving text from Fungus, Cyzebra, my dad and Angeline. Oh oh, I suddenly thought of some thing, at times when my inbox is really loaded some texts don't make it to my inbox. Just did a quick on off and oh oh... still no text from bo ji man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what this tells me?? THEY ARE SO BROKE THAT THEY DON'T DARE TO REPLY OR ANSWER CALLS ANYMORE!! WHY? Because THEY ARE SCARED!!! Have you ever heard of a employer being so scared of their employees that they do anything to avoid calls and text and messages on msn?? Do you remember the day they laid me off, umm track back to "&lt;a href="http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-over.html"&gt;It's Over!&lt;/a&gt;", the letter was signed by the SO CALLED MD but yet it was the SO CALLED HR who gave it to me. So called because she does not have any HR qualifications and yet she is HR. If the letter was signed by HR then ok la accept it la but it wasn't! And where was bo ji man all the while... hidding at Oh My Juice at Kenari with the female one. Did you know that they actually asked the lady who came in for an interview to head over there as well to be interviewed. By the way this lady never got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i taking this personally? Well if the bo ji man didn't give me attitude and threathen me on the day i put in my resignation maybe i would not be so angry today First round was during HOD meeting where he declared to everyone that I HAD DISTURBED HIS FAMILY RICE BOWL. Quote "Andrew, you have disturbed my family rice bowl? I can not accept anyone disturbing my family rice bowl." Deep inside i was thinking WTF has my resignation got to do with HIS family rice bowl. I have been working there for 17 fucking months and has he ever looked after my rice bowl. Every month my salary is forever late. I could maybe accept it i was the only one in the company who brings in their millions of ringgit every month but no... that's not me. I work my ass off so that he could go out into the battle field to bring in the millions. Then he played the I WILL SCARE YOU tactic when he called me up to talk to me personally where he said that if i was found to have joined in with the ex staff to lodge reports at labour or epf they will take legal action against us. Wait a minute.. who is at fault le? So i let him talk all he wanted. Oh best was that he found out that my dad was in medical so he continued to say that i didn't want to be his competitor because i knew how he treats competitors. OOOOOO I'M SO SCARED BO JI MAN!! If you knew anything you were doing then maybe i would have some thing to be scared of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember i said that i believed in Karma, well they are going to get theirs one day. I don't know when but they will get it sooner or later. Maybe it's already in the process. You're wondering what kind of people they are... well... they are the type who will put on a good show in front of everyone else but in the background all of us suffer. Not rich but want to show to the whole world they are. That's who they are. What i hated most while working there was how they could actually tell us that they had no finance to pay salary yet the very next day.. and i mean the very next day they could be seen with some thing new. I still remember the day everyone asked about salary and the answer was no finance then next thing u know the following morning a brand new fax machine sitting there for the female one to use *which was chucked aside for several months later because it was not compatible with her pc*, then another incident was during one of the exhibitions and all of us had not gotten our pay yet.. suddenly bo ji man was spotted with a BRAND NEW MOBILE PHONE and A BRAND NEW LAPTOP! WTF! Ok fine... but the following week back in the office bo ji man was spotted with another brand new laptop and his was passed on to the female one. His reason for buying new one was because the female one needed one as the old dog was using her pc to do accounts. Ok fine... then around that time Cyzebra needed a pc.. so they took HR's brand new desktop pc and gave that to her where bo ji man bought another laptop identical to his and gave that to the female one while HR got the first one that bo ji man bought. 3 fucking brand new laptops in a span of 1 week and talk about no finance for salary. Where did all the notebooks come from???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! Finally feel better getting all the frust built up the whole week. I will not say what i will do next... all i want is for those who has helped in financially this month to know that i am really really really grateful for the help you have given me. I will repay all of you when the time comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies to all my regular readers for this fowl change of nicks for the asshole. But that is justice for ya and I do hope that none of you ever cross path with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-9112411507895597271?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/9112411507895597271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=9112411507895597271&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/9112411507895597271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/9112411507895597271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-you-call-yourself-man.html' title='And you call yourself man...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-9090137744341787090</id><published>2007-11-09T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T13:49:48.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>USB Teddy Bear</title><content type='html'>Taking a quick break from coding to post this. Earlier this morning Gilbert a.k.a gilBear came in the office and was talking about this usb thumb drive that he saw.. or was it read about? Anyways you know the newer thumb drives now that scores a removable skin which you can swap and replace with other types of skins. Well the one he saw/read featured two dogs. Take a moment to widen your thoughts and try to picture what the thumb drive looks like if it had two dogs... can ya picture it? hehe.. Think cheeky a bit and imaging doggy style. Yes.. got the picture now? haha.. If he had read it some where i will save the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this conversation happened earlier this morning. About 30mins before i started writing this post i was doing research on the net and one of the results looked very strange. The title was USB Teddy Bear and i couldn't resist clicking it. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/teddy_usb_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/teddy_usb_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As cute and funny as it is... this is just twisted and sick! haha.. If this was sold on the market i would definite get one but it ain't too hard to make i reckon. Just have to sacrifice a sweet bear for it. You can read more on this at &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2006/06/18/usb-teddy-bear-holds-data-scares-children/"&gt;engadget.com&lt;/a&gt; and knock yourself out laughing at the comments found there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-9090137744341787090?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/9090137744341787090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=9090137744341787090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/9090137744341787090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/9090137744341787090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/11/usb-teddy-bear.html' title='USB Teddy Bear'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-3440808311104744054</id><published>2007-11-07T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:02:46.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>The Boss</title><content type='html'>I have no idea where this joke came from. Was on Angeline's comp and it was a open page in IE. This joke is too funny to pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A guy phones up his Boss, but gets the bosses' wife instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid  he died last week." she explains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the man calls again  and asks for the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you" the wife replies, "he died last  week."&lt;/p&gt; The next day he calls again and once more asks to speak  to his boss. By this time the wife is getting upset and shouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'VE  ALREADY TOLD YOU TWICE, MY HUSBAND, YOUR BOSS, DIED LAST WEEK! WHY DO YOU KEEP  CALLING?"&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;"Coz  . . ." he replied laughing, "I just love hearing it. . . ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-3440808311104744054?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3440808311104744054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=3440808311104744054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3440808311104744054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3440808311104744054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/11/boss.html' title='The Boss'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-6750971574795975203</id><published>2007-11-06T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:43:04.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>Old Meets New</title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Finally have some time to blog. Have been busy these two days in the office. We're starting a new project soon and all of us are in the R&amp;amp;D mode. Been scavenging all over the world reading up on program concepts, tutorials, white papers, black papers, restricted uni papers *google is kinda amazing if you know how to look for it*, pink papers, toilet paper, etc. Hehe... The strangest place i had to go was Spain and trying to make sense of the broken English in the comments area gave me a headache. Ask my colleague sitting next to me. He would know. Hehe... For the love and joy of programming any headaches, migraines, stress, mental blocks and bitching is ALL worth it. At UNO, the challenge for me is to get new things to work with old school language, AJAX technology with Classic ASP. Now classic due to the fact that everyone confuses ASP with ASP.NET. It's actually the same language concept but ASP.NET is far more advanced. Unfortunately Classic ASP is almost phased out of existence on the internet because of ASP.NET and what is strange is that Microsoft themselves have pretty much stop all support for the language when everyone caught on the .NET bug. Just search ASP in google and you get everything related to ASP.NET. That's how wide spread the language is now. A better way to picture this is to think of the first Proton Iswara in Malaysia, Iswara = ASP. Back in those days the Iswara was probably considered one of the best car around *i believe many people still do up till today* and was a popular choice amongst the locals. But as the years passed people started noticing flaws *Made in Malaysia* with the Iswara forcing the designers to come up with an answer. Come the 20th century with access to new technology and design concepts *yeah right!* was introduced and out came the Proton Iswara Special Edition (SE), SE = ASP.NET, jammed packed with a new look, upholstery, engine *i think* and price tag. If you step back to look at the SE you will notice *if you haven't where have you been mate?* that it is actually still the same old Iswara but high on steroids. And Proton saw that it was good so they rested. So now when you head over to Proton showrooms, showrooms = google, yahoo, .etc, you will only see the new SE version. Haha... So that's it in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's doing a bit of FREE PROMO for our company website. Head on over to www.uno.com.my and be prepared to jump back in time. Some of the things on the website animates when your mouse pointer is in the right places. The cup of coffee and pen in the way of your reading? Well do some thing about it. Move them! Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Our unofficial mascot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/blow-monkey-nail-dryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/blow-monkey-nail-dryer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is it for tonight. Was thinking of posting up last weekends road trip but photoshop is broken on this pc. Next round... i promise. Oh... Oh... Will let you guys know more about the project we're working on later on when we've been given the OK to discuss it openly on the net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-6750971574795975203?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/6750971574795975203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=6750971574795975203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6750971574795975203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6750971574795975203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/11/old-meets-new.html' title='Old Meets New'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-6213740301650838934</id><published>2007-11-02T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T01:28:00.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>The good old days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;code&gt; Looking for and enjoying beauty is a way to nourish the soul. The universe is in the habit of making beauty. There are flowers and songs, snowflakes and smiles, acts of great courage, laughter between friends, a job well done, the smell of fresh-baked bread. Beauty is everywhere. &lt;/code&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Matthew Fox&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple joys of life are the most beautiful things ever. A baby's first smile or laugh, kids talking gibberish and laugh together as if what they said made sense, baby's first step. In my days the simple beauty of enjoying a nice cup of coffee down at the local deli *umm this would be like back in Aussie* with my best mates was heavenly. Even a stroll through the park in the chilly autumn weather with leaves falling each time the wind blows is my idea of beauty. That was in my younger years where every day was a beautiful day. Remember the good old days when we used to play marbles in the school yard? Or a game of pens in the class room when ever we had a chance. For those of you who don't know what the game of pens is, the object is to knock your opponents pen off the table first by either striking your pen against your opponents or flicking your pen at the opponent. Not too sure if you have played that before but during my childhood years it was the best thing to play whenever we had a free period. Then there was speed *if you're from St. Andrew's School Brunei you would know this game*. Umm not too sure how to explain how speed is played but i believe here in Malaysia there is also a version of it. Ahh.. those were the days. Now a days i see that kids no longer have a life... after school it's either ECA or some school activity. Then after that later in the evening it would be tuition class. I just wonder where kids get the time to do the things we used to do. I wonder what beauty is like for them? hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-6213740301650838934?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/6213740301650838934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=6213740301650838934&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6213740301650838934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6213740301650838934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/11/fruitful-day.html' title='The good old days..'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-6866393385909015225</id><published>2007-11-01T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:05:24.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day at UNO</title><content type='html'>November 1st, 2007. Officially my first day with UNO and I JUST LOVE IT HERE! Finally to be around peers that speak the programming language. As a "supposed" tradition here at UNO all new staff *programmers* would have to set up their own computer at their workstation. Guess what.. i have a brand new pc with a stunning black samsung 19' flat LCD screen. Imagine a Samsung flat screen plasma tv and think of it in a smaller compact 19' version of it. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/02112007003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/02112007003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the chance of dropping by the new office site after lunch. It's not much right now but the bungalow is big! We would be occupying part of the bungalow on the upper floor where as the lower ground was to be converted into a restaurant. Apparently it's a common sight for restaurants to take over bungalows in DH and convert them into restaurants. PRICEY restaurants mind you. Oh ya Kaval dude.. if you are reading this, our new office in DH is just next to yours i think. You're at KPMG right near Help University correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i have spoken to a few of you guys telling that i was feeling scared starting at the new place. Well let me explain the scared part, as you know in my 17 months with the ex company i was forced to learn php from scratch and got pretty good at it too. Then this new place which still uses asp as their programming language i was scared that i couldn't catch up fast even though asp was my strongest language back in college. So yeah i was scared of that. But i did prove myself wrong though. My boss had asked me to come up with a converter script which will convert numeric currency into text form and within an hour or so *i think* wa la... a conversion script. Still a bit rusty around the edges and not as fast as i used to be but i survived the first test. lolz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i was wrong.. i didn't have anything to be scared of. In fact my first day here was a enjoyable one and like Dato said "it's a opportunity given to you, hopefully with time everything will work out". I hope so too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-6866393385909015225?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/6866393385909015225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=6866393385909015225&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6866393385909015225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6866393385909015225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-day-at-uno.html' title='First day at UNO'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-2767424866081224443</id><published>2007-10-31T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:03:46.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>It's over!</title><content type='html'>This particular post was suppose to be yesterday evening's update to complete the story of my awful time with the comp. Here is the final update of how i was NICELY released from the company a day early. 3R1c, December and FuNguS... i know you guys was hoping to find out what had happened when you came to the blog after i text ya. Sorry there was a lot of in betweens from office to Goodwill to eve place to my home to Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 5.50pm yesterday evening (yes i was still writing a post at that time) the unwilling follower came over to my desk and handed me a letter. A letter which was also unwillingly signed by Dato and our dear Eve as witnesses to the event of the letter. The very letter which i have been waiting for for about two weeks now. The very same letter which i had hope to receive earlier this week. The unwilling follower had but no choice to hand the letter herself as the female one and the all mighty one HAD NO BALLS to be around when it happened. The stupid thing was that the letter could have been given to me in the morning and not like 10mins to clocking off. I suppose the unwilling follower was still awaiting instructions only then she called Dato and Eve into her room. When i saw Eve's signature at the bottom of the letter i knew she was sad *you left without saying goodbye* and probably hurt as well seeing that the company pulled her into such stupid things. I looked up at the unwilling follower and said "Do you know how long i've waited for this letter! I have been expecting it for a long time now and it never came!". She of course was surprised by my response. She then continued by asking me to remove my password to the computer *which i had no problems doing so* then restart the computer to confirm that it has been removed *which i did*. After the restart i proceeded to clear the desktop and started removing all my files and programs the unwilling one suddenly spoke out, "Sorry to have to do this, but i have been given orders" to which i replied "You don't have to say sorry to me. It's not your fault so why must you say sorry on behalf of the company *by company i meant the female one and the all mighty one*... The letter is signed by the female one anyways, why you have to be the one to give me the letter and not her. You go ask her!". I didn't have much to clear on my table anyways as i had already done the same week they were in Vietnam so i took my time clearing thing. Rie had helped me carry down my pc down and while he was waiting for me downstairs at the gate i counted loudly the number of steps from the shoe racks to the front gate. And just like that I AM FINALLY FREE!!! Feeling sad but i was free!! It's kinda late if you asked me. Wasted my time only coming in this week if they had planned to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Dato and Cyzebra for drinks at Goodwill when Dato asked me to send a text message to the all mighty one to tick him off, "Your letter took two weeks to late to finally arrive. Would have thanked you then". I composed the message then i looked at Cyzebra and Dato, "Do you think it's worth my 20cents to send him such message ah?" and both of them started laughing. I can think of better things to screw him over but that message sits in my drafts folder. After catching up and reliving the moment i decided to drop by at Eve's place to check up on her. I knew her well and i knew she was definitely heart broken. Right about now Angeline received a text message from me saying that i was heading down to Klang tonight and will send her to work in the morning. She was shocked of course.. hehe... While at Eve's place i took the chance to finally explain to her everything so that she finally understood why certain events came about and what my side of the story was. I sure as hell know that the story the female one told her on Monday was far fetched and stretched beyond recognition. After all... it was Kama's word against mine and for them to believe the words that came out of Kama's mouth really tells me how much they are willing to trust an our sider over me. Just burns me up thinking about it. We parted with me ending up borrowing the complete season of CSI Las Vegas from her. hehe... thanks ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that brings me back to right about now writing the post at 1.58am. It's nearly 2am now. It's been one hell of a journey so far and hopefully working at UNO would bring be good fortune. As i wrap up for the night i was considering which labels this post would fall under. It's a mixture of happiness and stupidity on the company side... so rantings and celebrations it is. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... if i have not mentioned it enough... THE FEMALE ONE AND THE ALL MIGHTY ONE HAS NO BALLS!!! SCARED TO CONFRONT OWN STAFF WHEN THEY ARE AT FAULT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rie: Thanks for the comment on Friendster bro. All the best to you and hopefully we can catch again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-2767424866081224443?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/2767424866081224443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=2767424866081224443&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2767424866081224443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/2767424866081224443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-126942244499803665</id><published>2007-10-30T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T01:54:48.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Let the truth be told</title><content type='html'>Finally.. the final piece of the puzzle of why all my passwords has been changed and emails forwarded. This completes the story posted on Monday this week. I remember while writing that post i was going through the possibilities of such actions and what the comp people would have done to tackle the situation and true enough what i had expect had happened. I received a call from a source telling me of this phone call received asking very stupid questions. Questions which should have been directed to me instead.. after all i was the so called trouble maker anyways. Wait... in the all mighty words it would be "Play Politics". It seems that Kama had used my name to buy his way back into the company after discovering that his SO CALLED RM5k offer was no longer on the table. This could have happened over the weekend for all i know and i suspect it did. But it's ok.. back stab me for a company like this doesn't hurt at all. Oh yes if i was playing politics... why on earth would Kama have come back to the company begging back the offer? Right or not? If i had played politics like i was accused of don't you think i would have done a better job of it?? Don't worry Kama... you will get what is coming to you in the near future. I HAVE WARNED YOU! Yeah sure you got your job back but in the eyes of others... you are a shameless person! Using others for your personal gain (umm what personal gains? he's with the stupid company). Don't worry... time will tell. time will tell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-126942244499803665?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/126942244499803665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=126942244499803665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/126942244499803665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/126942244499803665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-truth-be-told.html' title='Let the truth be told'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-6780284923142116814</id><published>2007-10-30T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:22:19.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>msn funnies...</title><content type='html'>FuNguS: "So have you burnt the kenari and merc yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "No la!"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "I found out that even the cars for the prayers one is SUPER expensive as well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a d o i] : "loyalty is something which we'll not hope anything in return"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "except if you're a dog"&lt;br /&gt;[a d o i] : "no no"&lt;br /&gt;[a d o i] : "except if the someone didnt even pet u , but instead stab u again"&lt;br /&gt;[a d o i] : "then mchpkhkc"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "haha... ya ya..."&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "mchpkhkc??"&lt;br /&gt;[a d o i] : "dun ask"&lt;br /&gt;[a d o i] : "lol"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "so high tech..."&lt;br /&gt;[a d o i] : "mch - pk - hkc"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "no idea still... looks like code to me.. haha"&lt;br /&gt;[a d o i] : "lol"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-6780284923142116814?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/6780284923142116814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=6780284923142116814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6780284923142116814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6780284923142116814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/msn-funnies.html' title='msn funnies...'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-5303007777820910816</id><published>2007-10-29T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:07:51.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>What is loyalty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;code&gt;"The trouble with being loyal is that nobody's there to appreciate it"&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally this quote is of use to me today. This quote actually came from some one on friendster when i was passing by her account. It was her shout out. I knew it would come of use one day. I never did get the name of the person but if you ever come to this blog of mine and recognize the quote do let me know ya, leave a comment for me to find :) but thank you ever so much for proving that to be true for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need i say more about the company and what the all mighty one once promised us? Not worth the time. Nor is it worth the time suing the company. Yeah everyone keeps on telling me to sue the company.. even the car wash uncle next door tells me to do so. But what ever for... waste my time and money only. They already have no money to pay our salary so what can suing them accomplish except put a number of people out of a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their so called loyalty has been tarnished in the market. It's like what the Old Dog said.. if a employee kenot trust the employers how do you expect the employee to perform. WE IPKL WORK LIKE DOGS AT TIMES BUT DO WE GET THE THANKS FOR IT?&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/36095983-5303007777820910816?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/5303007777820910816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=5303007777820910816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5303007777820910816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5303007777820910816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-loyalty.html' title='What is loyalty?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-6532470375437934488</id><published>2007-10-29T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:24:01.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>shit ass start!</title><content type='html'>I've never been so hurt or pissed in my entire life. The very company that i have devoted all my time working late nights for... the scoldings.. the stress.. avoiding friends... the very company which i have defended as a loyal employee have back stabbed me destroyed the trust. Just this morning i walked in to suddenly see Kama sitting there at the sales table and later to find that all my passwords has been changed including my email password. Fuck if you wanted to change my password or the rest of the passwords at least have the courtesy to inform me that they will be changing my passwords. Not a big deal right, i would have said ok sure... no problem... after all i was leaving already and they had every right to. But they didn't have the guts to inform me over the weekend or even tell me when i came in this morning. The stupid female one walked in to the office when i was just passing and just looked at me. I was already with rage so couldn't be bothered saying good morning to her nor did she dare to tell me herself what they had requested Kama to do. If you wanted to get rid of me already then just inform me that i didn't have to come in to work today. Why play childish games like this where people's feelings are at stake. It really burns deep down.. right down to the bone! Really DEEEEEEEEEEP down. Talk about ethics and here is the all mighty one talking about politics and ethics in this company to me and how they want to change the way they do things. This is what you call change?? That's the thing about the company... the HEADS are all gutless and WITHOUT BALLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, without balls! Whenever some one calls to collect debts they all suddenly hide or avoid the phones call by not picking up. Then if they are in the office they would have the staff say that they are in a meeting or not in the office or what ever excuse they can come up with. If any of you reading this whom the company owes money to... forget calling them.. SHOW UP AT THE BLOODY OFFICE and sit in the SO CALLED HR's room. The female one is hiding in the penthouse anyways and so is the all mighty one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes they lost of their sales staff... kinda knew it would happen seeing that they were never confident that they could make appointments and close sales and now Kama is sitting over on that side away from this side of the room. Why am i not surprised... Kama if you ever read this blog again... so much for trusting you bro... thanks for stabbing me to death. The hell with you bro! Now when ever i pass where you sit you can't even look at me. So who is full of guilt now? I bet you they offered you more money right... GOOD LUCK TO YOU! I trusted you... Don't come crying to me one day if every thing they promised to you never came about. I've been here for over a year and all they have promised me is HOT AIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the only label i have in my blog is rantings... today's post.. this particular one... should and would come under &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super fuck you all ranting&lt;/span&gt;! I am so not done with this post yet. Will burn hell notes for them later... drop by the shop in Puchong later on to buy also a merc and kenari as well and burn that to hell too! 3R1C... remember to bring gasoline.. i will go over to IOI mall there and steal the model of this building then u can help me burn it down to the ground. so that it will end up in hell too! Won't bring December into this yet... she doesn't know what happened yet... but i have a role for her too if she is interested...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-6532470375437934488?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/6532470375437934488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=6532470375437934488&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6532470375437934488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6532470375437934488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-never-been-so-hurt-or-pissed-in-my.html' title='shit ass start!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-5448724576914176033</id><published>2007-10-24T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:25:08.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tale of a burger stall</title><content type='html'>I am sure that most of you frequent a regular burger stall around your housing area or shops right. There is this stall in my housing area that i have been going to whenever i crave for burgers and a coke. I don't know of that many burger stalls in my area except for his and you can count on him to be open most of the time except weekends i think. I wouldn't know, i am not in Puchong on weekends. This abang's burger is delicious and really popular! His exact location, umm.. i would have to get back to you on the exact address of the shops but his stall is usually right in front of this Chinese restaurant next to the only 7-Eleven in Pusat Bandar Puchong. Maybe on my way home later tonight would snap a pic of the location and the stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he has been closed for about a week for Raya and i reckon that everyone just had the cravings last night. There was this two Chinese fellas who ordered like 6-7 chicken double special burgers each *i suppose its for 6-7 hungry people??* and the orders just kept coming. You should see his pan full of burger patties and hot dogs. The funny thing was that among the chinese people who was standing there at the stall i was the only one who had ordered beef and didn't have to wait long after. Haha.. let's just say that after 5 years of frequenting his stall i know the Abang personally and even knows my usual order. lolz. But he is a nice fella from Pahang and pleasant to talk to. He operates his stall with the help of his wife and the duo works really fast. He cooks while she stacks the burgers up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/23102007001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/23102007001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I managed to quickly snap this picture before i left the stall. Unfortunately the 6 to 7 patties in the earlier order was already picked up otherwise you would see a full pan. Not that it isn't in this picture but the other was better. You can't miss him if you ever drop by to try his burger. There is another person selling burgers at the same location but his is on a van. His is not too bad either and the patties are fatter. Hehe.. but this abang's still taste better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-5448724576914176033?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/5448724576914176033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=5448724576914176033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5448724576914176033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/5448724576914176033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-sure-that-most-of-you-frequent.html' title='Tale of a burger stall'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-1183831290306211318</id><published>2007-10-23T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:26:07.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Lim has passed away</title><content type='html'>Right about now everyone around the world and in Malaysia would be probably blogging about Uncle Lim's (founder of Genting) death. I only just heard about it from Fungus and December not too long ago. In an article written by &lt;a href="http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601080&amp;amp;sid=aOG4UBFzDT4s&amp;amp;refer=asia"&gt;Bloomberg.com&lt;/a&gt; *thank u December for da link* it says that Uncle Lim was ill and passed away peacefully. Nothing more was said. I suppose we would have to wait for the evening papers and watch the news later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few questions popped up in the office, questions like who was going to take over the legacy, where his funeral would be, what would Genting do etc. My goodness this kind of questions also can be thought of. Though i have been to Genting several times and probably have spent like less than Rm50 (it's actually less than Rm30) in his casino in all the trips combined (i'm serious!), i reckon Uncle Lim has contributed much to our nation's success as a tourist destination. Sure.. we recently sent a Malaysian to space, big deal. At the end of the day i still consider things like who's space program was it to begin with and how the chance came about which gave Malaysia this chance. Think about it.. tax money well spent. If you have read Uncle Lim's autobiography you would really admire him and say that anything is possible if you have the guts to dream the impossible. But it is sad though... i can bet you that amongst the people of the nation he is probably more well known as the person who is responsible for bringing Malaysia's first and only legal casino. For me... i thank him for coming up with the idea of building a resort so high up in the mountains for us Malaysians to experience and enjoy the cool air *would u say it's polluted by now with all the cars going up?*. For most of Malaysian where chances of traveling to a cold country is impossible this is the chance to experience NATURAL cold air this is as close as it gets. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... Sincere condolences to Uncle Lim's family....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-1183831290306211318?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/1183831290306211318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=1183831290306211318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/1183831290306211318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/1183831290306211318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/right-about-now-everyone-around-world.html' title='Uncle Lim has passed away'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-4565621901606970008</id><published>2007-10-23T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:26:35.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Bank Kiosk Program</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been to the bank and used the cash deposit kiosk only to be FRUSTRATED with it after a few mins? I've never had problems before until last night where i had to deal with a STUPID machine that was for some reason particular about the notes we put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at EON bank near my place last night waiting for my turn at the machine and i noticed that the fella in front of me was having problems dealing with the machine. The notes he put in looked ok and was not soiled at all but the machine kept refusing it for some reason. Then finally after trying 5 times the machine finally took the stupid note and accepted the transaction. Then came my turn, selected the hire purchase option, entered my car registration number and dropped in the slot BRAND NEW notes that i just withdrew from the teller kiosk at HSBC. A few seconds passed and it started counting the money then i heard a familiar sound of the machine printer printing then i knew a few of the notes was definitely rejected and out came 5 x RM50. Took out the notes and flipped it over, a few seconds later the familiar printing sound was heard and out came 1 x Rm50. WTF! Flipped the note over and threw it in again. AGAIN!! It was rejected! I almost wanted to kick the stupid machine. The note was brand new! After trying 3 times i gave up and hit continue to finish up the transaction. I didn't want to take up too much time as there was people behind me. A few seconds after hitting continue u could hear the machine processing then suddenly on the screen it wrote "Transaction Canceled" and just like that it gave me back the money i had put in. Transaction Canceled! It didn't even say why it was canceled. Now i have to go EON bank at Kenari and pay over the counter. No choice. Haiz. Technology at its worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shorter version for the fun of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew: Arranges the money nicely and drops it in the slot.&lt;br /&gt;Machine: *counting*&lt;br /&gt;Machine: *Error* Execute reject note sequence and display error&lt;br /&gt;Machine: *Error* Open slot for rejected note(s)&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "Ok..." Arranges and flips the money over and into the slot it went&lt;br /&gt;Machine: *counting*&lt;br /&gt;Machine: *Error* Execute reject note sequence and display error&lt;br /&gt;Machine: *Error* Open slot for rejected note(s)&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "WTF! It's brand new you stupid machine! Take it"&lt;br /&gt;Machine: *Human anger level detected*&lt;br /&gt;Machine: *Execute piss human off sequence and reject transaction*&lt;br /&gt;Machine: Error_message = "TRANSACTION CANCELLED"; print Error_message;&lt;br /&gt;Machine: Piss_off_message = "Have a nice day"; print Piss_off_message;&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "@#*$#" *restrains himself from kicking the machine*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-4565621901606970008?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/4565621901606970008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=4565621901606970008&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4565621901606970008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4565621901606970008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-you-ever-been-to-bank-and-used.html' title='Bank Kiosk Program'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-8697565753395063072</id><published>2007-10-22T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:27:26.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Curry Fish Head din din</title><content type='html'>Finally have a bit of time to do a quick post today. Was looking through my blogger dashboard and i have a few unfinished posts saved as drafts. When i have a bit more time i will eventually finish each post. Lolz. For today posting a quick one on FOOD! Yum Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline and I was driving around Klang yesterday in search of din din that falls into the "YUM" category. I was craving for some thing which i've eaten before that is TOP of the list but have not had for a long time. So the search began with us driving around aimlessly weighing our food options and locations. That search brought us to Emporium next to Shaw Center Point (originally was looking for satay). According to Angeline, Emporium back in the old days was never like what it is today. Back in the days it was the busiest place in town with a mini supermarket occupying the first floor. Friends and family would meet up there for drinks and din din. The old timers would sit around to talk politics and probably rant about the government over kopi-o and tea. It was the good old days if you can picture it in your mind. I am sure you can, we've all had those kind of moments before. Unfortunately the nostalgic moments faded when bigger and better shops was built around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... here is a quick shot of the shop with my phone. Again i never seem to have my digital cam around when i am at places like this ;) hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/21102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/21102007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We weren't too sure what was good so we peeped at the next table and they had Claypot Curry Fish Head. So we decided to try that along with Fried Lala Omelet as a side dish. The service that night was not what i would call super fast with husband and wife taking turns at the wok for the different orders. Just before us was a couple of take away orders so we had to wait. That wait was about 10 - 15mins and we were hungry. Finally our order came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/21102007005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y77/drewandangel/21102007005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a too bad serving. I was expecting it to be a small serving since there was only two of us. Unfortunately we didn't take a picture of the Lala Omelet. We were too hungry by then. All in all both dishes weren't too bad although the curry could be a bit more spicy but it was definitely worth the 15mins wait. Half way through dinner i suddenly started to sweat bullets. I knew the curry was not spicy so why was i sweating so much. Then i looked up and noticed that the ceiling fan was slowing down. The Wan Tan mee shop where we sat in front of was closing up and so happened that the ceiling fan switch was found in their shop. Now in most places that i've eaten Curry Fish Head before it usually would cost me at least RM18- RM20 for two people. But this meal of two dishes and rice cost us RM17. Is that cheap or what! I wouldn't say that the curry dish makes it to my TOP list but it sure is a place to consider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-8697565753395063072?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8697565753395063072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=8697565753395063072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8697565753395063072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8697565753395063072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-have-bit-of-time-to-do-quick.html' title='Curry Fish Head din din'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-8198285383154372631</id><published>2007-10-17T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:28:24.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funnies'/><title type='text'>I'm calling to tell you, she died in January</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to pop into my hotmail account to peep at the mails that i receive there and amongst the many was one from &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T_Tmiao&lt;/span&gt;, an ex-colleague of mine. Take note that i do not know the accurateness of the email nor do i know if it had actually happened. It was just a forwarded email meant as a joke. So if you're from Citibank.. hehe.. enjoy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Cancel your credit card before you die (Citibank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about money for CitiBank Credit Cards when you die. This is too funny! It takes all kinds to make the world go round. Be sure and cancel your credit cards before you die. This is easy to see happening, customer service being what it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt died this past January. Citibank billed her for February and March for their monthly service charge on her credit card, and then added late fees and interest on the monthly charge... the balance had been $0.00... Now it was somewhere around $60.00. I placed the following phone call to CitiBank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I am calling to tell you that she died in January."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Maybe, you should turn it over to collections"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "Since it is 2 months past due, it already has been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "Either report her account to the frauds division, or report her to the credit bureau maybe both!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Do you think God will be mad at her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank:"...excuse me...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Did you just get what I was telling you... the part about her being dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor!" (Supervisor gets on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm calling to tell you, she died in January."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You mean you want to collect from her estate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: ".....(stammer)" ".... Are you her lawyer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, I'm her great nephew." (Lawyer info given...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "Could you fax us a certificate of death?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Sure." (Fax number is given)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After they get the fax.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "Our system just isn't setup for death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "I don't know what more I can do to help.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well...if you figure it out,great! If not, you could just keep billing her...I suppose... Don't really think she will care...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "Well...the late fees and charges do still apply."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Would you like her new billing address?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "That might help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nilai Memorial Park Cemetery (North South Highway and plot number given.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CitiBank: "Sir, that's a cemetery!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What do you do with dead people on your planet?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-8198285383154372631?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8198285383154372631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=8198285383154372631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8198285383154372631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8198285383154372631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-finally-decided-to-pop-into-my.html' title='I&apos;m calling to tell you, she died in January'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-6084269160813367553</id><published>2007-10-16T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:29:44.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Essentials of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;code&gt;       The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Allan K. Chalmers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;I couldn't resist this quote. Let's break it down a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something to do:-&lt;br /&gt;This is quite true. I find myself going nuts if i didn't have anything to do especially in the office. The true joy in my perfect day would be to write a perfect piece of code that does what it was meant to do the first time i thought of it. Umm... only at times la when i am in a good mood that codes flow smoothly from my mind to my fingers to my keyboard and onto the screen. Then of course are the days when the codes comes out perfect but the logic is wrong. Perfect example would be the redirect code i did for the @$#! website. The problem arose a few days after the cookie jar code was implemented. I had the code in mind but couldn't piece it together and it was after a week of not thinking about it it suddenly came to me and it was solved within 5mins of writing test codes then confirmed it in 10mins. It's the satisfaction of completion! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something to love:-&lt;br /&gt;While i love Angeline very much i don't think i can consider her as a "something" can i? I guess in this example/post of mine that something would be programming. I love to be able to write my thoughts in code and see it working in sync to what it was designed to work with. It's the passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something to hope for:-&lt;br /&gt;Again in programming context, i do hope that one day with my knowledge gained over the years i'd be given the chance to become a Project Manager and lead a team. It is a huge hope i know but i wouldn't want to be a programmer for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok so maybe that was a bad break down of the quote but that is what i felt and thought of when i put the quote next to my life context. I wonder what or how Allan came to the conclusion of the grand happiness theory. I might think over my answers a bit and post a updated break down of the quote not in programming sense but my life. So tell me... what is your something to do, something to love and something to hope for which makes your ultimate grand happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;5.54pm school bell is about to ring!&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/36095983-6084269160813367553?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/6084269160813367553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=6084269160813367553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6084269160813367553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6084269160813367553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/grand-essentials-of-happiness-are.html' title='Essentials of happiness'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-3831848019075042065</id><published>2007-10-16T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:30:45.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rantings'/><title type='text'>Play by play</title><content type='html'>GOOOOOOD MORNING!! What's left of it of course. By the time this is published it will be after lunch hour already. We are now officially in the 3rd week of October! Finally!! Yeah Yeah! But! But! Looking at the calendar now and it doesn't really look like we're in the 3rd week at all. In fact we're now in the middle of the month *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid month has 31 days! @3&amp;amp;#@&lt;/span&gt;* and i have 15 more days to go. Maybe i should whip up a small count down script to put as a widget here. Hmmm... Yeah i think i will do just that seeing that i have nothing to do again now. Even Eve is a little annoyed with me asking her if she has anything for me to do every 5 minutes. Wasted! Should have milked all i could from the 5 minutes of minor updates earlier this morning and drag it on for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;1.17pm back from lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps as predicted this post took longer than usual to write. For some reason this morning passed by just like that. But now it's bloody slow again! WHY!!!! WHY!!!!!! Received a text message from the female one and it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Helo, i already transfer 1k into your account. Balance most likely will be this week depend on payment in. thank you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF! Dragging one week after another, the all mighty one before their unsuccessful mission trip said that salary will be out before 7th. That came and went. Asked the female one for cash advance and she replied only next week maybe can to which she informs salary should be out too. That too came and went with a text message received by Old Man from the female one to inform us that only next week salary will be ready. Come this week only 1 F@#$%g thousand and balance if only there is payment. So now what do i pay first? Car loan? Rental? If pay rental not enough for loan, if pay loan i risk being evicted.  I have to call EON up and ask them how much is my accumulated interest so far and put in a claims with the company. Yeah will ask Old Man how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;1.50pm Talking to fungus on msn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;fungus sent 10/16/2007 1:50 PM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;working meh today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;fungus sent 10/16/2007 1:50 PM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im still off..hehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's Mr. Elmo to you... says (1:50 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course la.. this stupid company FOLLOW LABOUR LAW ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;fungus says (1:51 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wah wah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;fungus says (1:51 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so sarcastic  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's Mr. Elmo to you... says (1:53 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha.. of course... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's Mr. Elmo to you... says (1:53 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we follow labour law one.. you didn't know meh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;fungus says (1:53 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;fungus says (1:53 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know i know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;fungus says (1:53 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good employers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;2.00pm good music playing in the background&lt;br /&gt;2.15pm finally finished goofing around in production room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going over to Uno IT Solutions later tonight to pick up my offer letter. The only thing that i can look forward to later this evening. I still worry about myself whether i would survive or cope with the working environment there. Ever since i joined this hell hole it has been a one man show all the way with the guidance of CSLAU every now and then when i needed a logic fix. I seriously question if i can catch up in the new work place even though i would be working with a newly assembled team. I never had a senior programmer whom i can consult with or ask for help during the time i learned php. How??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2.27pm it has started raining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood has changed now in the office especially with the new BORED staff who just joined us today. They are now like standing around at the sales table there chatting to each other. On top of that the new appointment letter was issued to the staff *&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;excluding me of course&lt;/span&gt;* along with a new employee handbook. WAH! got handbook for employee oh. Was flipping it through and it was more like RULES AND REGULATIONS of the company which is standard nonsense if you've been here long enough but the one part that caught my attention was a new section on Moonlighting. It states that no employee can moonlight for other companies or take on personal projects while employed by the company. I have never heard of such clause before especially when it doesn't state that you can not moonlight for our direct competitors. The new change came with another warning, the production now can not go out for lunch with me. WTF kind warning is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;2.43pm it's raining cats and dogs outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-3831848019075042065?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/3831848019075042065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=3831848019075042065&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3831848019075042065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/3831848019075042065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/gooooood-morning-whats-left-of-it-of.html' title='Play by play'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-7197570523351608996</id><published>2007-10-12T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:31:06.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Raya wishes</title><content type='html'>I would like to wish all my Muslim friends a "Selamat Hari Raya". Have a save one especially en route to your home towns. Be safe on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i don't really know how i feel right now. I just received bad news from Lee that the salary will be yet again delayed to next week. That's when he and i sat down in his room and had a proper chat about things. It was surprising to hear what he had to say especially since all of us took him for a supporter of the company. I won't disclose the topics we discuss for his privacy but at least now i know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather outside has turned from sunny to super dark clouds. Good timing too as it really reflects my mood at the moment. Maybe the weather turned because i'm feeling sad and angry right at this moment. How i know the weather is angry, because there is a storm coming. Continuous drumming of thunder can be heard even with the music on in the room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like cursing out loud now... maybe scream at the weather outside *it's pouring now* and hope that lightning strikes me. Better still strike the stupid Kenari that the female one is driving around and hopes that upon contact the car sparks and blows up the gas tank. What a sight that would be. It would be 10 times better than the fireworks competition which was held at Putrajaya late August. I would definitely pay RM38.90 to watch that. Maybe since i am cursing, i hope that the stupid all mighty one's merc breaks down now and is stranded some where without an umbrella and cell coverage. Wait a minute... not a good curse. If that stupid merc breaks down it would mean that they have to send it to the garage to get it repaired and that would mean using my salary to pay for the service. In that case i sure as hell hopes it falls down a drain some where and blow up! Submarine! What do you think? How should the Kenari and Merc die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fungus, you were asking me why all my posts are sad posts... I think right about now you would know why. ;) It was never meant to be this way was it when we first joined the company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-7197570523351608996?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/7197570523351608996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=7197570523351608996&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/7197570523351608996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/7197570523351608996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-would-like-to-wish-all-my-muslim.html' title='Raya wishes'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-8788969581430222317</id><published>2007-10-11T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:31:45.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Do you have the guts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;code&gt; You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, "I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along." . . . You must do the thing you think you cannot do. &lt;/code&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;-- Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think for most people who has gone through a great deal in their lives can relate to the quote. Some say that all bad things that happens in our lives are written in our stars. Some say that it is God's will and that he has a bigger plan for you and for you to prepare for His plan he wants us to understand and learn. Others on the other hand say it's karma and that it would follow you no matter how far you try to run away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well i for one sure as hell have gone through a whole lot of crap in my time. Whether it was meant to be or God had a plan for me i would never know. If it were true and that it was God's plan.. what a way for us to learn. I mean he could have sent us an email to forewarn us that tough times are ahead and to download the latest anti-virus definitions and prepare. That would have definitely saved us time from reading our stars scopes in the papers or having our fate revealed in tarot cards. Those of you who are planning to comment on this silly statement i just wrote, I WAS JUST JOKING! Don't come and preach to me about God's will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is probably a fact that a lot of people do ask that question some times. Why me? Why God why!? Whether we really question it or just thought of it at the point of time some thing bad had happened almost everyone would have asked that question. I honestly have asked that question numerous time and will still continue to do so for the rest of my life. I am only human and i certainly am not perfect in any way. Life to me is like a chess game. The object of the game is not to just win but win with the perfect move. We will definitely loose a few rounds but each time we start a new round we prepare ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Question: Is God the one who makes the choices of moves in this game?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God did give us freewill and it's up to us to make the right choices in our lives. A lot of people tend to forget that. I have forgotten that too at times and have made many mistakes in my last couple of years of my 26 years of existence in this world. And in that many years of mistakes I have grown and learned to be the person i am today. I sure as hell still make mistakes but not as carelessly as previous. I guess the difference between myself in my yesteryears and myself today is that i dare to challenge myself to push forward. I dare myself to dream dreams that was thought impossible in my younger years. Why shouldn't i? I already went through shit, what else could happen? Unfortunately still a lot but we can pretend can't we? Then i came upon this quote many years ago and it has been my inspirational quote to push me on. I would like to share it with all of you as i've shared countless times with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;The future belongs to those who believes the beauty of their dreams&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My dream that time before i joined this ill fated company was to be the best of the best programmer and do wonders. It was my dream since i was 12years old. So did i make the wrong choice of staying with this company? Yes, at first. It was my first job for goodness sake and it was already one of my worse working experience ever. I wanted to quit but CSLAU didn't give up on me and persuaded me to stay on a while long. Then i got to know him well along with Cavan and JoJo and together we fought on to make the best of the situation at hand. Did i become the ultimate programmer while with this company? Probably not but i met great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i never did give up my dream of being the ultimate programmer. Maybe it's a second chance given to me to pursue it with Uno IT Solutions. Making the choice to leave the company was a hard one (if not a political one) having to leave behind friends but i couldn't let the company or friends stop me from achieving my dreams. Eve fought hard to try persuade me to stay a while longer. I sincerely do hope that one day when she finds this blog of mine she will truly understand why it was important to me to move on and that if i continued on i would not get any where in my carrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am tired... it has been a long journey...&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/36095983-8788969581430222317?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/8788969581430222317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=8788969581430222317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8788969581430222317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/8788969581430222317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-gain-strength-courage-and.html' title='Do you have the guts?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-4233799963169688404</id><published>2007-10-10T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:32:28.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IPKL'/><title type='text'>High Tech Gate</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought that the last two remaining IPKL members is still needed around the place. In order to combat the terrorist cat that came and left a watery present in the all mighty one shoe's we had to put up a wire mesh onto the high tech gates we have downstairs. The minute we came in the office the female one  instructed Dato to put the mesh up to stop the terrorist cats from coming in to do their damage. Personally i think the all mighty one had it coming because cats don't usually do their business in people's shoes irregardless of whether they are homeless or not. So yeah he had it coming i reckon. Seeing that Dato had a stupid task to do I decided to lend a hand. Why not right, anything to waste precious time no matter how stupid it might have looked and as if the gate didn't look bad on it's own the white cable ties made it even more hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why call the gate high tech? Picture your average gate in most stairwells with a key pass system installed onto it. Yes, they decided that paying employee could wait and that the safety of the employees in the company couldn't. I bet you the company who came in to install it never expected it too. Who on earth installs a high tech key pass system on a gate when it's meant for a heavy door. Oh well anything to make money they went ahead and installed it for the company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-4233799963169688404?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/4233799963169688404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=4233799963169688404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4233799963169688404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4233799963169688404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-would-have-thought-that-last-two.html' title='High Tech Gate'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-6564405039810190297</id><published>2007-10-09T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:33:17.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IPKL'/><title type='text'>Sharks every where!</title><content type='html'>Lunch hours now a days aren't what it used to be. There used to be laughter all around but these days the atmosphere has changed. No one bothers to say anything to lighten up the mood, who could? The pay is out late yet again. Enough said, we all have our commitments and we're out of options. Rob the bank maybe? No, that wouldn't work what with the afternoon traffic around the area. We would need a swift get away. Hey! If we're desperate enough we could be regulars with loan sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/RwsY45HDQvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q4DNcyS0zJ8/s1600-h/shark2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/RwsY45HDQvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q4DNcyS0zJ8/s320/shark2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119212767118836466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still remember this line from a conversation with Dato. He was telling me that he got to know of this loan shark fella who has been calling him up every now and then to ask of his well being and he actually said that he had a lot of money and if Dato wanted some of it. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss this place. Yeah it's been a rough 17 months but a lot of good memories here. One of which was the formation of I.P.K.L community and the induction of Dato not too long after IA Exhibition if not mistaken. Here is a snap shot of the many name tags we tried to collect with IPKL at exhibitions. Blanked out the company name to respect their privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/Rwsc75HDQxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AgyImiR82cc/s1600-h/gallery_338_43_150340+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/Rwsc75HDQxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/AgyImiR82cc/s320/gallery_338_43_150340+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119217216704955154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did take a picture together at the recent bowling tournament in Sunway Pyramid but i have yet been able to track down that picture. The all mighty one has a copy of it but no one seems to be able to get a copy from him. Will try track Jay (then our events photographer) down and get a copy from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we going to do? I used to say that even being a Toilet Assistant (TA) at KLCC i would still get my pay on time. What i hate most is that the all mighty one before leaving for the trade mission promised that pay will be out before the 7th. Even that came and left and we're still waiting for our pay. Raya is just around the corner and although i don't celebrate Raya it would be nice to go around and do things together with Angel. It is after all a long weekend. Haiz.. what to do... what to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-6564405039810190297?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/6564405039810190297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=6564405039810190297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6564405039810190297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/6564405039810190297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/lunch-hours-now-days-arent-what-it-used.html' title='Sharks every where!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/RwsY45HDQvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q4DNcyS0zJ8/s72-c/shark2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36095983.post-4544934867297795418</id><published>2007-10-08T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:33:37.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mission Impossible!</title><content type='html'>I have a mission, to not rot in this one month of doing nothing. Well not completely nothing but it sure seems that way. I wish every day was the day i tendered my resignation - October 1st 2007. That infamous day the hours seemed to just fly by without a thought. After the quick tiu tiu session with the all mighty one, i had only just gone down to my desk for a few mins (so it seems) then it was lunch call from Cavan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavan: "Come let's go lunch"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "Huh... it's lunch time already?" (looks at the clock on the outside wall)&lt;br /&gt;Cavan: "Yeah la! You resign until blur already ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later after lunch, Cavan and i went our separate ways. He was deemed dispensable and was dispensed. But it is all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with a new dawned day, it marks the start of the second week of my 4 weeks torture and honestly it has been a weird start with plots and plans by the all mighty one. The best one was that i was instantly demoted and doomed to spend the rest of my days in another fish tank. On top of that i was being monitored by a private who was a lower rank in seniority. If you're wondering why i use army posts, that's how the all mighty plays his games in his business. Why monitored? It's their sadistic way of playing mind games, to get you to make noise and thus terminated. Am i going to let them have the pleasure of doing that? no way! I was once their big ass canon who flanked the battle fields for them. I feel so used now and violated. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back in the last 17 months, I've seen so many come and go and those who has actually stayed and fought in the war together. If you've been with me in the last 5-6 months you would recall this fella who was officially employed then officially TERMINATED after 3hrs. He currently still holds this record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: "You surely must have learned some thing in the last 17 months?"&lt;br /&gt;Drew: "I am sure i have although i am not exactly sure if any of it is of use to me. I did however learn the real value of friendship and guidance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been writing this last paragraph a few times now. Not really sure how to end this post when it really hasn't reached it's end yet. The lunch bell has rung so will head off with Dato for a good meal (cheap) and back again to trot on for another 5 hours till the day ends. It's going to be a LONG day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36095983-4544934867297795418?l=saturnx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/feeds/4544934867297795418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36095983&amp;postID=4544934867297795418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4544934867297795418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36095983/posts/default/4544934867297795418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saturnx.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-mission-to-not-rot-in-this-one.html' title='Mission Impossible!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12992764851908550275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpx1q5LuKLg/SEjsEXIg6YI/AAAAAAAAACU/PoDQSe8nD8w/S220/Elmo+Small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
