<?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-16292733</id><updated>2011-11-10T18:54:42.543+08:00</updated><category term='definition of rich'/><category term='ntv7'/><category term='kuala lumpur'/><category term='Altantuya Shaaribuu Murder Case'/><category term='All men lies...'/><category term='computer table'/><category term='rich'/><category term='shitty day'/><category term='activity partner'/><category term='Anwar making a comeback?'/><category term='smdu'/><category term='proposal'/><category term='orang tua gatal'/><category term='accident'/><category term='Building a desk for Idiots'/><category term='anwar'/><category term='school reunion'/><category term='V day'/><category term='putrajaya'/><category term='Ketam Village Steamboat'/><category term='earthquake'/><category term='impromptu date'/><category term='billionaire'/><category term='lame line'/><category term='corner desk'/><category term='proposed'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='pkr'/><category term='secret admirer'/><category term='This is my idea of heaven...'/><category term='keadilan'/><category term='stranger'/><category term='school gathering'/><category term='desk'/><category term='same old shit different day'/><category term='smdu 96'/><category term='case of the ex-es'/><category term='tsunami'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='ijok'/><category term='joker'/><category term='selangor'/><title type='text'>walk a mile in my shoes...</title><subtitle type='html'>My rants and my bleeding... 
No no.. It's my humour and sarcasm...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590166763172497306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cump6_AWb5I/TqdLE21GkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/70CXK33jsXY/s220/Dream-Homes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-372486935339722616</id><published>2011-10-30T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T18:53:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder". Yeah, and I feel like whacking 'Sextus Propertius'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;head. Well, the missing parts makes me go crazy. I can't bare it... but I'll just have to play it cool although I am dying inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, my next trip would be 2-3 weeks of absence. See if that would make his heart grow fonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Damn you cupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-372486935339722616?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/372486935339722616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=372486935339722616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/372486935339722616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/372486935339722616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder...'/><author><name>the writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590166763172497306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cump6_AWb5I/TqdLE21GkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/70CXK33jsXY/s220/Dream-Homes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8780017118819767249</id><published>2011-10-27T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T18:52:55.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Shortcut To Become A Successful Wealthy Person...</title><content type='html'>There's no shortcut to become a successful wealthy person. Secret ingredients are:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;setting the goal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Execution&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn From Failures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adapting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moving Forward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improvised&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrate the Success&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no such thing as shortcut to become a successful person. Don't believe a in quick rich scam, a guaranteed returns investment or making quick bucks by doing an illegal favor. There are no free rides in this world or free lunch. It's all about hard work and working smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we heard about it, we know about it but we still fall for the believe of getting rich quick, an easy way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8780017118819767249?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8780017118819767249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8780017118819767249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8780017118819767249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8780017118819767249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-shortcut-to-become-successful.html' title='No Shortcut To Become A Successful Wealthy Person...'/><author><name>the writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590166763172497306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cump6_AWb5I/TqdLE21GkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/70CXK33jsXY/s220/Dream-Homes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-4864479333767006149</id><published>2011-10-26T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T18:54:42.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure Continues...</title><content type='html'>And so the adventure continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and him? Well, we are still at the level where we were. We had our first communication breakdown and being a girl/woman, I will always over react and over analyze the whole situation. But it didn't scare him away (although we are not a couple yet, but the friendship seems to be a little more than that). He still calls..he apologize, I apologize (though he thinks I shouldn't)... I missed talking to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has introduced me to his circles. Nice circles he has. They are those who have positive energy and has learned life the hard way... as what I have been facing previously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll be away for few weeks. And when he's back, I will only have a week to spend time with him before I leave for my trip - business + holiday. Then back to the country before Christmas... then off again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've checked at the forecasted weather, when I'm there..it'll be around 6 degrees. Ai Yiy Yiy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/16292733-4864479333767006149?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4864479333767006149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=4864479333767006149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4864479333767006149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4864479333767006149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventure-continues.html' title='The Adventure Continues...'/><author><name>the writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590166763172497306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cump6_AWb5I/TqdLE21GkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/70CXK33jsXY/s220/Dream-Homes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8245815788248950339</id><published>2011-10-26T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:02:18.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Pain Hurts...</title><content type='html'>I'm having back pain. Haven't got to the clinic yet coz I can't drive. I can't sleep well coz it hurts when I lay my body down on the bed or tried to change position. It hurts even more when I try to get up from bed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suspect it's wind but how can a wind cause this type of pain to one's body?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8245815788248950339?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8245815788248950339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8245815788248950339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8245815788248950339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8245815788248950339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-pain-hurts.html' title='Back Pain Hurts...'/><author><name>the writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590166763172497306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cump6_AWb5I/TqdLE21GkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/70CXK33jsXY/s220/Dream-Homes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-2126239315689393455</id><published>2011-10-18T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:43:33.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think This Is Love?...</title><content type='html'>The more I learn about him, the deeper I fall for this guy. He is an amazing person and an amazing friend not just to me, but to his own circle. His humble profile leaves me at awe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I do to find this wonderful man to be in my life? Perhaps I did something right... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, we haven't DTR, but we are already acting like a someone special to each other. He knows my schedule, and I know his. We try to make the ends meet. There are some sacrifices needed to make this work, and I am all for it. Even though, it means I have to sacrifice my time with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like a fairytale - one find love with another friend.. who happened to be someone she knows from the past and currently living in her present address. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to believe in fairy tale, till I think it only exist in fairytale. But it may happened to the special one if He wants it to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think this is love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-2126239315689393455?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2126239315689393455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=2126239315689393455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2126239315689393455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2126239315689393455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/think-this-is-love.html' title='Think This Is Love?...'/><author><name>the writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590166763172497306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cump6_AWb5I/TqdLE21GkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/70CXK33jsXY/s220/Dream-Homes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6382984951192292960</id><published>2011-10-01T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T22:31:07.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pilihanraya Malaysia 2011/2012</title><content type='html'>Looks like it is happening very soon because I noticed there's a lot of 'support' campaign going on around town if you noticed. They even put up flags around some of the KL area because on that weekend, the PM will be in the area.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder when will be? Nov/Dec 2011 perhaps? Or Jan/Feb 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6382984951192292960?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6382984951192292960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6382984951192292960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6382984951192292960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6382984951192292960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/10/pilihanraya-malaysia-20112012.html' title='Pilihanraya Malaysia 2011/2012'/><author><name>the writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590166763172497306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cump6_AWb5I/TqdLE21GkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/70CXK33jsXY/s220/Dream-Homes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-1476267369705574185</id><published>2011-09-29T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:10:41.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Going Somewhere?...</title><content type='html'>We went out more than 3 times. At least, we will meet up / or try to meet, at least twice a week. We went out for dinner few times - the 1st two, involved other people as well. And they were my Angel and some friends (at least he showed up, make them comfortable and tried to be their friends). The third time, would be just us. We went to a movie. It was impromptu. We've decided to watch a movie, whatsapp him to ask him if he still wants to watch that movie he has been wanting to watch and he replied he was thinking the same thing too (coincidence?). He said he will message me back coz he was driving (after work). Then it was 8.40pm, I was at the local pharmacy to get some meds for mom, and he called asking me what I was doing. So I told him I was outside getting meds, he asked me that there's a movie we can catch at 9.30pm. I thought it was for the weekend but it was for that night. So, yup. I said YES! (i would do anything to spend more time with him). I quickly drive home (I was wearing my slack baby tee and jeans), changed (within seconds) and off to the cinema to meet him. He was coming from his house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a thriller and full of suspense storyline. He kept looking at me to see how would I react to all the suspense scene ( I was hiding my face behind the popcorn box, literally). That is the first time I notice a guy would take that much interest in me. Sometimes, he would poke me with his elbow and say "It's coming.. get ready..it's coming' through half of the movie suspense scene. I thought I was the only one who is scared to watch it.. Guess who needs the popcorn to cover his face too at the last scene? Yupp.. you guessed it. We were chuckling and giggling away when we saw each other covering our faces. And I didn't want the night to come to an end, but it did....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the week after, we went for a special private dining where I have pre-arranged for him. Special treatment and personal touch from the chef himself. He was so surprised with the arrangement. He had the best dining (at least one of the best) experience. I've arranged for the Chef from a well renowned hotel (5*) to personally meet him and give him a tour or briefed about the restaurant and how he beginner his career as a Chef. I only arranged a dinner for him, and thought after that dinner, I would take him to my best hawker joint experience in KL for supper (if he still have room), but he suggested to go for a movie after dinner. He asked me to choose from the 5 movies that is screening in less than 1hr. Luckily, I remembered that he told me he has been wanting to watch this one movie that has great casts but he thought it has stopped showing. (It was among that 5 movies). So I picked that movie (altho I have no idea who are the casts, what the show is about) I told him I don't need to know what it is about, I only picked it up at random, and let's be adventurous about it. Turns out, it is a great movie. After that movie, it was already past midnite, after 1am but I had to go somewhere to meet my friend because she needed some help. I asked him if I should dropped him off (we went in one car, I volunteered to drive), but he wants to stick around. And so we went to help my friend out, then I sent him home :~(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, did I tell you that my friend - the Chef, told me he approved him.. in fact he made it very transparent and say I picked the right guy. It was not embarrassing because I agreed with him but I was only shy because people start to notice that we look like a couple that is trying to get to know each other - the 1st stage of dating. And.. his cousin - who happened to be dining at the same place, was just a table a way.. Oh dear.. all the coincidence that conveniently happened in one nite. And so, the news spread.. a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where this is going, but I have a feeling it is going somewhere. Don't you think so? Can't wait to see him again. I saw him twice, this week alone. Starting to miss him every minute. Like when I'm home or at work, I can't wait to be with him, can't wait to see him, can't wait to message him, can't wait to hear his voice.. just can't wait to spend every minute of my time with him. It kills me to play it cool. I don't want this to screw up, he means that much to me. So I decide not to whatsapp him for a while. Just to give him that space... enough space for him to miss me. Because I do not know if he likes me as a friend or more (I do think his mom knows about me..but I do not know to what extend).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am planning to take this course in London next month, about understanding men. Yup, I am into deep with this feeling that I would want to understand men, completely. Actually, I am there for running some errands and vacation (and took some europe tour), for few weeks, I came across the course, and thought - what the heck. I hope this time, I will be able to finally take the plane ( last year, one of my aunt was sick - breast cancer ) so we had to cancel the plans to London, till she is alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He likes to give me this information that I never asked like his next vacation plans, and etc etc. I know that is one of the signs he likes you, right? He also likes to ask my interest, like whats my favorite type of movies, what I like to do during my free time and etc. I think I know that he does like me, but I wasn't sure if he likes me for the right reason - like me, like me or like me so that I can join his coy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking at my whatsapp on my iPhone, checking his last online time. Just wondering, who is going to break first.... him or me (no need to bet, I think it would be me..) I will try my best to resist coz I promised Angel, I would.. I would... I would... (trying to convince myself).. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I?.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/16292733-1476267369705574185?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1476267369705574185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=1476267369705574185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1476267369705574185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1476267369705574185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-this-going-somewhere.html' title='Is This Going Somewhere?...'/><author><name>the writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590166763172497306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cump6_AWb5I/TqdLE21GkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/70CXK33jsXY/s220/Dream-Homes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3814423873433125748</id><published>2011-09-16T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:02:11.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So We Met...</title><content type='html'>Back to my previous topic about this guy I met. Besides we have the same goal, working in the same line, we chose the same color for our car, his office is just a walking distance than mine, less than 10 minutes walk, and we didn't even know we work in the same area, same proximity. Annddddd... he stays in my housing area. And yet we never knew it till we met few weeks back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were from the same school but we never talked to each other before or at least what I can recall, I always see him from a distance. It helps to reconnect cash when we know the same people in each others circle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, the reason we met was because he wanted to offer me a job when he found out that I am looking out for a job and mostly looking into his industry. I know that I have this chemistry whenever I talk to him online or on FB, I knew I kinda have a crush on him when I saw some of his photos and he looks amazing. He added me on FB couple years back, but I never the type of person that goes into everyone's FB and start exploring their info and photos or walls. But when we updated each others status on FB, it appears in our newsfeed and sometimes he would comment. That's how he found out about me wanting to move on to another industry. Few months back, he tried to meet up with me to talk about his company and services, we sort of have a tentative planned on it, agreed to meet up on certain date and time, but I never happened because either one of us has a clash of appointments that needs priority. At first, to tell you the truth, I wasn't keen on meeting him because I knew I had a crush on him. Normally, I would try to avoid meeting up the person I have a crush on. As I type this, I just realized my mistake, I should have pursued the guy that I have a crushed on instead of avoiding him, damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fast forward to few weeks ago, he messaged me when he saw me online and he apologize for not being able to meet up earlier. And when he found out that I have received another offer from his competitor, he eagerly wants to meet up because he knew he is running out of time. That is how he learned my achievement and how I have been scouted around and the options that I have that is currently sitting on my table for me to choose from. So we decided to meet up during the coming weekend, it was fasting month. He wanted to come over to my house instead of meeting up at any coffee shop. I was reluctant at first, because I only invite friends to my house, at least someone I trust. So happened there was so many plans I wanted to do on that Saturday, so he asked me to proceed with my plans and when I'm done, just text him. I tried to ask him to see me at the shopping mall where I was doing my shopping, he rejected because he wants to avoid the heavy traffic and still prefer to meet me at my place. Since, I can't persuade him to see me elsewhere, so I am back with the original plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was done with my shopping at 3 ish, so I texted him. Around 4 ish, I tried to call him, he didnt pick up. He return my call at 5.30pm-5.40pm, and apologize because he was taking a nap and lost track of time. He came to my house, at around 6 ish, I was babysitting my sister's baby at the time. So when he saw me, with a baby, he was surprised. He asked who's baby was this, and I explained to him then I asked him if he wants to carry the baby. He took the baby from my arm, and that is when we first touched. I felt this electric when we touched. So anyway, he was explaining to me about his company, and most of the time I wasn't focusing because I was checking him out. Check his hair, his skin tone, his eyes, his nose and lips, the way his face light up, his facial expression, and how he speak. I was just captured by the way he looks and when he looked at me to seek for my response, I quickly look back to his laptop screen and asked him to repeat his question. We hang out a little bit, and get to know each other a little better and do some catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He left my house 5 minutes before Iftar. That was a long first meeting. That night, we texted each other, I can't recall who text who first, I think it was me. Since then, we've been texting each other so much, I'm practically having a relationship with my Whatsapp. Few days after that, we meet up again because another mutual friend of ours wanted to meet him (no idea why). So we decided to meet on Tuesday nite for Iftar. So happened, our mutual friend couldn't make it and I thought the plan is off. So I made another plan for Iftar with my BFF. So when I check with him whether we are still meeting on that day, (because I wasn't sure if he wants to proceed meeting me without the other friend), he said he will becoming and just tell him where to have Iftar. I decided to kill 2 birds with one stone, I merged the dinner plans and it turned out a great Iftar. ( I wasn't sure if he would be able to fit in).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the texting on Whatsapp continues. There have been few meeting up after that which I will update later in the next post. I would need your participation and advice on the situation that I am in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3814423873433125748?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3814423873433125748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3814423873433125748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3814423873433125748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3814423873433125748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-so-we-met.html' title='And So We Met...'/><author><name>the writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590166763172497306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cump6_AWb5I/TqdLE21GkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/70CXK33jsXY/s220/Dream-Homes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3303833648922944488</id><published>2011-09-01T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:29:17.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Weird... Oh and Selamat Hari Raya Eidulfitri</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Malaysia just celebrated Eidulfitri or the locals called it Aidilfitri. And today, we're celebrating our Independence Day. Merdeka! Merdeka! Merdeka! or to translate it to English, it means Independence! Independence! Independence!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I forget, Salam Lebaran Eidulfitr. Maaf Zahir &amp;amp; Batin to all my muslim friends and readers. Please forgive me if I have hurt your feelings in any other way, please be sure that I didn't mean to cause all that intentionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As per my subject of the topic today, I wanted to tell you that I met someone. Few weeks ago, I got re-connected with my old friend. So happened, we're in the same line of business, we have the same interest, we dream of the same thing - main goal, and we want the same thing in relationship and life. How weird is that? Wait..you think it doesn't get any weirder than this, wait till I tell you the rest of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We... (hang on.. I got a phone call. Who calls at 12.28am??? Dem, it's this guy I've been trying to get rid off) One sec...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3303833648922944488?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3303833648922944488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3303833648922944488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3303833648922944488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3303833648922944488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-is-weird-oh-and-selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Love Is Weird... Oh and Selamat Hari Raya Eidulfitri'/><author><name>the writer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01590166763172497306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cump6_AWb5I/TqdLE21GkLI/AAAAAAAAABU/70CXK33jsXY/s220/Dream-Homes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-2154993177393240599</id><published>2011-05-12T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:46:26.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Isn't Picture Perfect For Now...</title><content type='html'>I had a good feeling this morning. After my feel-good session with all the insurance agent and learning about the product presentation, I feel so light. Suddenly, my stress just disappear. And the problem I had with my current job, seems to be small and just *poof* disappear. It only happens when you don't care about your job or couldn't be bothered about expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last year, I moved to a new job with more responsibility. While waiting for few of my business to set up and one of the company I owned to stabilize, I decided to move to another what appears to be "stable-systematic" company. How I was wronged by the perception I had or by the brand. I didn't have so much problem with my previous coy except for my racist new boss. Now back to the topic, yes I have so much problem and hate with my current job. Yes, I have love/hate relationship with my job altho I have performed and closed about RM3 Mill worth of deals in such a short time. Sigh... life isn't picture perfect for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, I had a good feeling this morning, I was so pumped and energized with the new energy I absorb from the session last night. I feel like going out and just approach all the strangers and close as many deals as I can. While I was having lunch with my new colleague in Delicious, Bangsar, I received a call from my cousin up north. I almost dropped my phone when I heard the news. One of my close aunt passed away after battling with cancer for about 1 year. It started with breast cancer, then spread to her bone - one day, she couldn't walk and then when she tried to walk, she broke her bone. The cancer broke her bone near her left thigh. We didn't have the heart to tell her the news, that the cancer has spread. We kept mum. I guess, she never knew it till her last breath. She passed away this morning while taking a quick nap. My cousin will give her a bath every morning before going to work, since my aunt went for operation to remove her left breast. Then for breakfast, she felt like having 'roti canai', so my other aunt went to get it for her. We try to fulfill her every request the best we could. After breakfast, she said she felt dizzy and wanted to take a nap. After about 30 mins, my aunt went to check on her, thought she was still sleeping. Then my aunt came back to check again, tried to wake her up gently, no response. Then my aunt quickly get my uncle, he did the same thing, tried to wake her up. Nothing. My uncle called the doctor, and so he came to the house to check. Confirmed, that my aunt has passed away, leaving her only child-my cousin for all us to care and love equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ending the call, I was trembling, shaken by the news. Tears running down my face, I couldn't help it. I tried to hold it together again, I couldn't talk when my colleague asked me why I was crying. I told her what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am waiting to go for the burial ceremony. While waiting for the car to come, I quickly analyze my life and this is an alert for me. If there are things I want to do in life, never put it on hold especially if it is something I have been dreaming of, or been wanting to do. I guess, it's time for me to send in the long awaited envelope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-2154993177393240599?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2154993177393240599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=2154993177393240599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2154993177393240599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2154993177393240599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-isnt-picture-perfect-for-now.html' title='Life Isn&apos;t Picture Perfect For Now...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6936340798538321051</id><published>2011-01-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:31:16.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, It's 9th Day of 2011 Already...</title><content type='html'>Hope your new year was good, not stucked in the traffic jam like I did. I celebrated New Year at the Curve with some friends. I took some pictures and videos... wish I could post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have few good news which I am looking forward to see it bloom in 2011:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a new job (temporary plan till my other business is stable)&lt;br /&gt;2. My IT company has finally has its own home-grown product. It is called Tender Management System. It has a wonderful workflow engine.&lt;br /&gt;3. My humble food business (family business with a help from a friend) is finally up and running. Just need to tidy up some processes and hopefully it's all good to go. It has it's own blog. Will post it here somewhere, next time ;)&lt;br /&gt;4. My photography business is coming together soon. Just need some time to finished as "creativity never stops". Actually, this one business that I am taking one step at a time. I'm still trying to brush up some skills, learn new skills and invest more on equipment, tools and accessories. Hoping I will be Malaysia's favorite photographer. That's my long term goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to retire early... keeping my finger cross.... 8 more years to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6936340798538321051?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6936340798538321051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6936340798538321051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6936340798538321051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6936340798538321051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-its-9th-day-of-2011-already.html' title='Oh, It&apos;s 9th Day of 2011 Already...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3867430748620907191</id><published>2010-11-04T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:32:19.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Burns, It Really Burns...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I left my old employer just like that. The place where I sweat blood for a little more than 4 years, and I didn't even get to enjoy my farewell with all my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that little bastard. Who has ruin it all. Everything that I ever worked for.. for all the millions ringgit deals and projects that I've closed for the company... for everything I've built from scratch... from nothing... and do I deserve the way you treated me in front of everyone? You think you can manipulate me because I always prefer to remain silent and act dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your ego that is so way up high, you've ill treated me. That's ok... I have survived so far.. but there is a time where my dignity is being tested and questioned. This when you have really pushed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I hope you are happy with what you have done to me.. but just remember, someday..someway..somehow... it will come back to you when you least expected it. The world works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Office Victim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3867430748620907191?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3867430748620907191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3867430748620907191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3867430748620907191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3867430748620907191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-it-burns-it-really-burns.html' title='When It Burns, It Really Burns...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-4178779559944628489</id><published>2010-08-22T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T00:50:22.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And All The Plans Just Went Down To The Sink...</title><content type='html'>I'm still in recovery.. but at least I am recovering right? They told me I will need to have at least 90 days rest before I am 100% recovered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I would like to say thanks to my new readers - Bobby Shen, Alanjogja and Babette. Thank you for enjoying my story on - Hospitalized and Others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to buy few houses this year, but unfortunately all that plans just went down to the sink. There's some problems with our application - one of the partners supporting document was not presented. Well, I had to let go of one of my dream house in a resort for now. I'm planning to set things straight in the next applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TG_-NTKtW-I/AAAAAAAAA1A/io5L0xK8GyY/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TG_-NTKtW-I/AAAAAAAAA1A/io5L0xK8GyY/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front of the house&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TG_-d-5yxwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nltoNL5cfWM/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TG_-d-5yxwI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nltoNL5cfWM/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side View&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Sigh... I am dreaming of having a house, near the lake... A dream will become a reality if you believe in it. Have Faith. I do, I still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have put up some pictures of one of the houses I was planning to own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TG_-uXfXcCI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/2hy9h5RHsz8/s1600/IMG_0605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TG_-uXfXcCI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/2hy9h5RHsz8/s200/IMG_0605.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side view of the terrace&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TG_-6rL9_dI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/hwq24qhUdT0/s1600/IMG_0604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TG_-6rL9_dI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/hwq24qhUdT0/s200/IMG_0604.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big corner space for garden and small playground&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The security is tight and good. It's gated and guarded. If you want to come into the home areas, you have to have an RFID tag so that the barrier will lift, if not, well you need to get an invitation to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the place not so much on how upperclass the security is, because I might not have so much valuable store in the house, unless PS3 and the HD TV. But it was due to the environment - near to the forest. It's serene. It has lakes, we can do jungle trekking whenever we want to, there's a waterfall nearby, there's swimming pool, there's lake activities like kayaking etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back, I've whispered to my cat (that passed away few weeks ago) that he will be staying with my in the new house, he will be my bodyguard at our new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, that was the life I dream of. I just have to follow through with this dream of mine. Just need to make come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-4178779559944628489?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4178779559944628489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=4178779559944628489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4178779559944628489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4178779559944628489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-all-plans-just-went-down-to-sink.html' title='And All The Plans Just Went Down To The Sink...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TG_-NTKtW-I/AAAAAAAAA1A/io5L0xK8GyY/s72-c/IMG_0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8830142754092069703</id><published>2010-08-01T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:34:31.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitalized and others...</title><content type='html'>I've been hospitalized two weeks ago. Had laparoscopy done on me. They took out my appendicitis. The doctor showed me a picture of my swollen appendicitis, I couldn't believe how big it got. &amp;nbsp;Even the doctor says it looks very nasty, but thank god he able to take it out through the key hole. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I am at home. Resting. I get bored out of my mind. On 1st day, I got myself a little project video. I made a video of my still image for one of the event that was held by the company. It was ready the next 2 days. Following day, I got bored again, I bought myself a PS3. I already have Wii but the games are very limited and no one to play it with. So I bought PS3 and few games like Need For Speed Shift, Metal Gear Solid &amp;amp; Final Fantasy. Waiting for new games to come out. I am already getting bored with NFS. Grand Theft Auto was out of stock (can you believe it?). Anyways, it is also good for me coz I will get so addicted to the game that if I go out driving right after playing the game, I would feel like stealing cars and bike. Yes, I can get so obsessed with the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days back, I made a very authentic chinese dish called Kung Pao Chicken. The original recipe. It taste marvellous. So yummy, that I made twice that day - For lunch and dinner. My mom was impressed. Then my wound started to hurt abit. So I rest for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I made Kek Lapis Sarawak. It was a disaster. I bought Rabiah Amit recipe book, and few others. I referred to 2 recipe books and none of them can be trusted. Rabiah Amit book never tells you how long you have to cook for each layer and few tips on how to glue few cakes together to make a pattern. The other recipe book explains a bit but with the wrong timing. I feel like tore out the book and burn it. Stupid stupid stupid. I had to go online to find some tips and recipes. They look genuine. Will try that again... one day... when I have the strength. My appendicitis area is throbbing as I type this. I don't feel that is a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TFTpm-mbNoI/AAAAAAAAA04/kZSnYoR0e3c/s1600/n521219492_1843472_3083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TFTpm-mbNoI/AAAAAAAAA04/kZSnYoR0e3c/s320/n521219492_1843472_3083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I better go and rest. Oh, another thing, my cat died, two days ago. I couldn't stop crying every time I think of him. That is him, in the picture. Of course, that was when he was just a kitten. Today, it would made him 1 year and about 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a sight for sore eyes. He is the apple of my eyes. &amp;nbsp;He always makes me happy. When I'm down, I will look for him, play with him. Gosh, you should see all the toys I bought for him. How much time I took to teach him to never go to area that has water on the floor, how to stand up and etc. I am gonna miss him.. I already do actually. Momme will always loves you, Julius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me in heaven, and I promise you we will play hide and seek again and I will give you your favorite gourmet food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8830142754092069703?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8830142754092069703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8830142754092069703&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8830142754092069703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8830142754092069703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/08/hospitalized.html' title='Hospitalized and others...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/TFTpm-mbNoI/AAAAAAAAA04/kZSnYoR0e3c/s72-c/n521219492_1843472_3083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8656071316262156325</id><published>2010-05-16T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:14:28.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah... you're getting married but the world doesn't stop turning...</title><content type='html'>I'm pissed... I would like to use the four letter word but will try not to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister getting married, and I've been thrown out of my @#$!# room. (Actually, at first I volunteered for my sister to take my room but later, they treated me like a dog. I regret with my action but no turning back now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, she asked me to move all my stuff. Then I ask her back "Hey, Genius, If you want me to move my stuff, where should I put it? On your head?" We were supposed to be swapping rooms. I have my own room, she's been sleeping in my mom's room. Now, she wants me out of my room, so she also have to do the same thing. Clean up your goddamn stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8656071316262156325?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8656071316262156325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8656071316262156325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8656071316262156325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8656071316262156325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-yeah-youre-getting-married-but-world.html' title='So yeah... you&apos;re getting married but the world doesn&apos;t stop turning...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-5123263291790916664</id><published>2010-05-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:33:22.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lip Syncing To The Song...</title><content type='html'>Hey there. I've got my web cam recording. I've got my favorite song is playing. Now, watch me go.&lt;br /&gt;I point to the camera. And then make a fist at the camera. I look to the ceiling and then shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think of that coz I do what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lip syncing to the song.&amp;nbsp;I'm lip syncing to the song.&amp;nbsp;I'm lip syncing to the song.&lt;br /&gt;To the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there. I'm acting all sad now. I've got the pouty look on my face but it won't last.&lt;br /&gt;Now I bust down a gang sign. Eventhough I don't know gang sign. Look to the left then right, shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you think of that coz I do what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lip syncing to the song.&amp;nbsp;I'm lip syncing to the song.&amp;nbsp;I'm lip syncing to the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To the song.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Billy Reid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best shit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-5123263291790916664?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5123263291790916664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5123263291790916664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5123263291790916664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5123263291790916664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/05/lip-syncing-to-song.html' title='Lip Syncing To The Song...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3165340149353021309</id><published>2010-04-11T09:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:36:50.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Help Pos Malaysia?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Pos Group consist of 4 pillars. They are :-&lt;br /&gt;1. PosMel&lt;br /&gt;This brand is focused in providing day-to-day mailing services both general public and retail customers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;2. PosLaju&lt;br /&gt;Being the sole national courier provider, PosLaju aggressively aims to be the preferred courier service among its foreign competitors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;3. PosNiaga&lt;br /&gt;This unit is responsible in heightening the accessibility of the national’s postal services to reach Malaysians in every corner of the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;4. PosLogistik&lt;br /&gt;With the acquisition of Transmile, Pos Malaysia Berhad is extending its services to provide logistics solutions through this new brand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;The most profit generating unit of PMB is PosMel, which probably contribute more than half to the parent company – PMB. How can PosMel help to boost more profit or any other business units under PMB in that manner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;We heard or read that National Pos Mail Services all over the globe is facing financial trouble. Reported in March 25, USPS – Post Office in deep financial trouble, according to Postmaster General. Financial report from last year shows that the post office was $2.8 billion in the red, and the figure might not even look any good this year. They have decided to open their business to just 5 days a week. Will this help them? Not entirely. It may cut a few overheads or operation cost but it didn’t help to generate more business to the organization.&lt;br /&gt;UK Royal Mail is reported to be able to stay their head above the level; still surviving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;How did this happen? Thanks to the new technology of emailing, smsing, fax, cheaper call rates, VoIP, push sms / mail, Skype, Yahoo Messenger, MSN, AIM, IMs, Facebook, Myspace – we are able to stay in touch with our friends and family where ever we go. So the need of writing traditional mail is less required. We only use traditional mail for official letter for business or personal, sending greeting cards during festive occasions, wedding invitations or receiving parcel/courier. Don’t blame technology, technology is a tool or a solution to help us to be more efficient. As for any pos services, perhaps they should leverage more on technology as part of their business solutions. Convert Technology into business profit making for the organization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;It’s time for POS to wake up and smell the coffee. It’s time to change. The million question is how to change when you have a large number of people who is having trouble to adapt to changes. Looks like storm is coming up. POS would need to invest to send their people for training so that they will be able to work more efficiently. Start hiring new skills set of team. A team who can develop new ideas, have a better way or alternative ideas and don’t mind to speak their mind out on new ideas. Try to do a study or a poll with your current staff, try to get them to participate to give more ideas or ways to improve their daily work. How can they be more at your service or to the customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Measure your SLA / KPIs. Be more efficient. Understand what is the right or new services to offer in order to stay relevant, to reach the public or expand your customer database.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Track and Trace the mail / package / parcel / vehicle / post box / posmen / stamps. Use RFID and GPS as part of your modus operandi. No doubt it is an expensive solution, but if you are able to justify the ROI, I don’t see why you shouldn’t have it as your daily operation tools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Monitor your SLA. You have a transparent SLA to your customers. Improve your helpdesk. You probably have the worst Help Desk in the service industry, and don’t even know it. How fast can a customer reach you? How fast can you escalate customers problem? PMB need to improve on their telecommunication line. Everytime I call PMB, I would have 95% chance of experiencing call problem. Either you can hear other peoples conversation at the same time you are talking to the operator. Or the call somehow magically goes to other company for example I am dialling PMB General Number, but suddenly you are connected to PDRM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;As my contribution to POS Mail Berhad / PosMel, I’d like to share some of my ideas. I understand some have been done in other mail services. It may not be the most brilliant ideas but it is an idea for your thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;New POS Services Ideas and Business Strategy:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Door Step Services&lt;br /&gt;Posmen will be equiped with mobile reader where it will be able to make transactions online for customers. i.e&lt;br /&gt;Pay Bills – Phone &amp;amp; Mobile Bills, Electricity Bills, Water Bills, Cukai Taksiran, Cukai Tanah, Local Council&lt;br /&gt;Pay Summon – PDRM, JPJ, Local Council&lt;br /&gt;Send Parcel/Mail – Send parcel/mail where there will be weight machine made available&lt;br /&gt;Buy Stamps – customer able to buy stamps through posmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;2. OfficeBoy Service – To business clients that in need of officeboy services to send/pickup documents etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;3. Self Service Kiosk – Stamps, paybills, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;4. Banking Transaction Services on weekends; however need Banking Solutions, AMLA (anti money laundering solutions) etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;5. Unit Trusts Fund Payment over counter / door step services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;6. Insurance Payment over counter / door step services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;7. Commissioner of Oath Services made available City Pos Branches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;8. Personalize Greetings / Wedding Cards / Business Card / Envelope Design and Print Out and Delivery Services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;9. eBay / Amazon Online Trading Services &amp;amp; Delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;10. PayPal Services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;11. Stamp Duty Services to be made available at Pos Branches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;12. Reach out program – Join Jom Heboh or do more marketing events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;13. Event Tickets – Concert Tickets, Musical / Theater Tickets, F1, MotoGP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;14. More Online Services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;15. Hologram stamps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;16. Introduce More attractive Stamps. I am not even one of the people who would collect stamps. It’s a dying hobby I would say. Now to attract the XY Generation, I would suggest PosMel or PMB to have a better collection of stamps as a collector’s item. World Cup South Africa 2010 is just around the corner. Sell all the world cup / soccer stamps. I’m sure all their die-hard fans wouldn’t mind collecting it. i.e France, Brazil, Italy, Madrid England,MU/Liverpool/Malaysia FA cup stamps. I would say – Why not? (your current collection of stamps seriously need improvement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Now in order to support the above new services, PMB has to be able to deliver and meet SLA. To meet the required SLA, you need to have reliable Infra and System which means you will need a technology solution i.e application software or tools to support or handle your new services. But do study the prons and the cons of each new services and forecast the ROI / Profit you can make in the next 5 years. And at the same time, you might want to plan ( or you might have done it) a 20 years business strategy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border- border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.2em; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0.6em; vertical-align: baseline;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;By the way, PMB has one more resources that they probably have forgotten. They are sitting on the largest gold mine compared to other private mail services / telecommunication services. I can’t reveal it here, but do think about it. What would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3165340149353021309?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3165340149353021309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3165340149353021309&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3165340149353021309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3165340149353021309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-help-pos-malaysia.html' title='How To Help Pos Malaysia?...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6019900302954897224</id><published>2010-04-08T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:24:00.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching out for Tiger From Mizzou....</title><content type='html'>Dear TFM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you. If you are TFM - FYI, &amp;nbsp;I've been looking for you. Please check your email. If you have forgotten your email account password, do write to me - walkamileims@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;WNA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6019900302954897224?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6019900302954897224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6019900302954897224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6019900302954897224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6019900302954897224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/reaching-out-for-tiger-from-mizzou.html' title='Reaching out for Tiger From Mizzou....'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-5040538205058702488</id><published>2010-01-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:52:53.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Attempt of Cooking A Chinese Fried Rice...</title><content type='html'>I may have a diploma in Culinary Arts, creative decorations - sugar artist but this project I failed - Big Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I put in water for the rice more than I should. The results - The rice becomes very very very soft. It's half cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I insist to use the soft rice. It turns our to look like a porridge. But the taste is good. I put in shallots, shrimp, mixed vege and, red pepper, soy sauce, salt and white pepper to taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-5040538205058702488?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5040538205058702488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5040538205058702488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5040538205058702488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5040538205058702488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-1st-attempt-of-cooking-chinese-fried.html' title='My 1st Attempt of Cooking A Chinese Fried Rice...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-4936592091708250038</id><published>2010-01-04T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:03:09.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Makes Perfect...</title><content type='html'>"Practice Makes Perfect" they say. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am perfecting my piano skills for:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Imagine - John Lennon&lt;br /&gt;2. Take A Bow - Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;3. Halo - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;4. Love Song - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit slow and always out of tempo but hopefully I will pass that stage in the next couple of months. Oh and yes, I can read notes (beginner level).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-4936592091708250038?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4936592091708250038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=4936592091708250038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4936592091708250038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4936592091708250038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice Makes Perfect...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6959533441280109556</id><published>2010-01-02T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:05:54.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted...</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted. Out of breath. Tired. Hungry. Thirsty But satisfied after looking at the results of how good my room is looking now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been ignoring one of the task in my to do list - "Cleaning Up My Room" for few months. So today, I decided to clean up my room. Before that, I was cleaning up my cat's poop. Yuck! It's so smelly... Nasib baik comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cleaned up my old junks that had been piling up in few of my drawers. I just had to close my eyes and just throw away all the junks. I manage to cleanup 3 drawers. Yey! More room for my clothes. While cleaning up, I saw few birthday cards, raya cards and letters from my school friends. I'm keeping it and going to put in my Scrap Book. Another things to do - A scrap book for myself ( been putting that off too). tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have a table in my room. Yey! No more sakit belakang. I have been doing my work on the floor, on my bed and everywhere else in the house, but mostly on my bed and it has caused me a serious back injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to curi my sister's table. Hehehehe... Well, it was not being used anway and I put lots of junk on it, might as well put it to a good use right? I bought a high back chair from IKEA for like 7 months but I haven't really use it and I had been planning to curi my sis table and put it up in my room but I haven't really got around it till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no more back pain! Yey... Ok. Got to go. Got to take my new Mini for a ride. Going to KL for dinner &amp;amp; desserts with a very close friend. I haven't seen her in ages :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later alligator...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6959533441280109556?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6959533441280109556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6959533441280109556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6959533441280109556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6959533441280109556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/re-organize-my-room-day.html' title='Exhausted...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6181156214811546919</id><published>2010-01-02T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:03:05.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Been Served by Her Majesty's Perfect Cutter and Princess Diana's Personal Chef...</title><content type='html'>"From Farm To Plate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the tagline of the halal bistro I went in Ampang. Located in a one of the most popular food haven, this is definitely a must try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Best Steak In Town". As I was told about the place by Mr. CEO. Medium height and built, always cheery and smiley, friendly and has this incredible warmness that makes him approachable by many. We met couple of years back. His PA called me and said that her CEO of this well-known brand company wanted to see me, pronto. Long story short, here we are in Trader's Hotel, enjoying our Earl Grey Tea and Mini Hamburger with Fries, and catching up. This is when he told me about this great eatery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Our very own Malay, Malaysian worked for the Queen of The Great Britain. Helper to the Chef to served the Queen and he is also Her Majesty's perfect cutter and Princess Diana's chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the most heavenly meat I have ever tasted - Wa'gyu beef steak. I chose the striploin part. Did I say heavenly? Well, here it is again. It was just heavenly. Not too pricey either. After having Wa'gyu steak, I don't think I can even enjoy US Prime Beef. Step back US Prime Beef, make way for Japan Wa'gyu beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked him what is Her Majesty's favorite dish. He smiled and immediately disappear into his kitchen. I thought he was taking one of the beef part of Her Majesty's favorite. It took him few minutes, we saw him going out of his kitchen, took a slice of meat, took it the machine and began slicing it as thin as possible. I thought there was an order from a customer, thats why he was preparing the food. While waiting for him, I was looking around the Ranch-looking bistro and admiring the photos that was spread on the bistro's wall. Photos of cows at the ranch. Eating the Malt, bathing and just enjoying the life as a happy cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the chef (the real McCoy) came back from the kitchen, on his hand - he is carrying a plate of rolled sliced beef. It looks like a rolled sushi. Between the roll sliced beef, it has vegetables and cheese and topped with a drop of honey mustard. It has a toothpick inserted to the sliced beef, because it's easier to eat the mini finger food. I was speechless for the first few second, trying very hard to chew very slowly and enjoying the taste spread inside my mouth and onto my tongue taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him "what is this? It's amazing!".&lt;br /&gt;He just looked at me and smile and say "This is The Queen's favorite and it is what I serve her. her majesty eat in small portion but every 30 minutes. I call it the Chef's Special here in my bistro. We serve with either vegetables or fruits. Your choice. Depends on your liking. For you, I give you vegetables. But next time, you can try with fruits." he said, sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;I think he is the most down to earth, honest and sincere chef I have ever met. Not that I met a lot of chefs, but he is absolutely very grounded to earth.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. This is amazing Chef" I said while taking another bite of the finger food.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, thank you. Right now, you all are my Queen so I serve you like I serve the Queen." he added, saying it sincerely to me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It taste AMAZING! If you go the his bistro, please order the chef's special. And you will never regret it. It is only a matter of time that this little haven to be discovered by FriedChillies.com, Jalan Jalan Cari Makan (TV3 Foodster Show) and all the food bloggers from Malaysia and Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do - Thank Mr. CEO for introducing me to this great place. It is indeed The Best Steak In Town and furthermore, it's HALAL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6181156214811546919?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6181156214811546919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6181156214811546919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6181156214811546919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6181156214811546919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-been-served-by-her-majestys.html' title='I Have Been Served by Her Majesty&apos;s Perfect Cutter and Princess Diana&apos;s Personal Chef...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6573573446855434986</id><published>2010-01-01T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:29:53.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Risky Business...</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope 2010 will be a better year for all of us. 2010 means a lot to me because that means my business has to start to go on full throttle mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few good and potential leads but one of it is in different continental. And I have calculated the risk and it's risky. If we got the project, and in the middle of the project something were to happened, I know for sure it will affect greatly to the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to maximize my chance of success and minimize the risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6573573446855434986?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6573573446855434986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6573573446855434986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6573573446855434986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6573573446855434986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-risky-business.html' title='It&apos;s A Risky Business...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3241221628830788751</id><published>2009-12-27T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:30:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap Up For 2009 In Short...</title><content type='html'>While reading the newspaper today while having Nasi Lemak Bungkus for breakfast and sipping my favorite local coffee (which by the way was &amp;nbsp;prepared my lovely mom. Her coffee is absolutely delicious somehow, I could't make the same coffee as hers) I saw the highlights of 2009 that was going on around the globe. Then I start to see my life for 2009 in a glimpse. Then I had an idea.. why don't I do a summary of it and put it up in my blog? I don't know how to do this so I'm gonna do in a quiz sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;What Have I Achieved in My Career Dept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your 1st Million achieved?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Did that in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On track with your target for the year?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Finalizing. Hopefully I've done a lot better than last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Purchased any assets this year?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yes. Got a new sports car. But that asset depreciates. Now I have to maintain 2 cars (still keeping the&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;old one). Now, looking for a house or apartment for investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Got an investment plan?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yup. Insurance, link investment and set up a company which align my retirement plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have internal conflict at work?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I had a few. I got a con boss who went missing for few weeks and came back and said he has&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;chicken pox (for the 3rd time). Apparently all bad things happened to him. Well he got kicked out&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;of the company. The boss who hired him got sort of demoted. Now I am reporting to a new boss. So&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;far, he seems ok but I can't help to have this terrified feeling. Must be the phobia I developed from&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;previous company, fear of reporting to boss from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;What Have I Achieved in My Personal Life Dept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Health Improved?&lt;br /&gt;Emmm.. In a way yes, I didn't fall sick so very often like last year. I don't remember taking a lot MCs.&amp;nbsp;Most of the time even when I am on MC, I would still go to work. I didn't exercise this year though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Relationship with family improved?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think so. When I come back from work, I rarely go out. So I stayed home so that has&amp;nbsp;improved my communications with family members. But this month, I rarely at home after work,&amp;nbsp;because I have meetings at night with business partners and I work till morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Friendship improved?&lt;br /&gt;With Angel it has certainly improved. Started a week before her engagement, then I got distracted&amp;nbsp;with work. Few weeks before her wedding, I pop-ed back into her life to help her with her weddings.&amp;nbsp;But after she's married, I can see alot of improvement as we made more communications and we try to&amp;nbsp;stay updated about each other life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With M. Cros, I think didn't really need alot of re-work. It's what I love about M.Cros and Angel,&amp;nbsp;we don't really need too much maintenance in our friendship. There will be a period of time where&amp;nbsp;we will be silence to one another because of different priorities, but when we meet even after 8&amp;nbsp;months of non-communicando, we just picked up where we left off. I love them both with all my&amp;nbsp;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;a problem with &lt;/span&gt;no, I have to re-work on my friendship with few people. I don't like to lose a&amp;nbsp;friend. Love can never be broken, so does friendship. Friendship is meant to be forever. Some&amp;nbsp;friends need to have a little maintenance, I realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. I was going out with this guy and even his family already met mine during Raya (wasn't planned for, I was surprised by it. After 4 dates... well, I think it's a little too fast, but I like and respect his intention). But lately, things has been a little weird. I was busy with work, and he was busy with work, we sort off fell out of each other's life. So, I guess maybe I'll just drift apart so there's no need to have any closure. I called him to make plans but he didn't pick up and never bother to return any of my calls. &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Well, I hope ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;That's tough to answer. I'm not entirely happy I don't know what's the beef with some friends with me. I couldn't even keep a boyfriend. But on a different note, I am well, doing better financially, there's a plan to buy either 370Z, or new BMW launching next March in Portugal, or don't spend on cars anymore. Also happy and grateful that my company is up. Hopefully in the next few months, once the business starts to come in, I will have to rent an office space. I'm thinking Damansara Uptown, or near Curve (there's a office building there), or Kota Damansara. I like having office near shop houses, more variety. Easy to eat, cheap food and even better if there's a sundry and stationary shop near the area and a 24hrs makan place and 7-11 or KK Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends, sometimes I do cry thinking about it before I sleep. It makes me feel powerless thinking I can't control the situation. I could never control a human behavior or reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, got to go. I need to sync few of my recent articles to the other blog. Will do it later. Now I have to get ready to buy errr... a musical instrument and Angel is coming with me :) Can't wait to see her and share her about my recent development - My Company! Soon, owning my very own dream cafe, just like Flo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3241221628830788751?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3241221628830788751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3241221628830788751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3241221628830788751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3241221628830788751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrap-up-for-2009-in-short.html' title='Wrap Up For 2009 In Short...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-1281732618296799732</id><published>2009-12-26T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:47:02.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Dream...</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching Julia and Julie, and it has inspired me to write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello bloggers, whoever and wherever you are. I'm back. They told me that if I don't &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;keep&lt;/span&gt; maintain my blog, my readers would have run away. I know. I have been a disappointment to you, but please come back. Read me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things has been a little hectic for me. Day job and running my own company. Yes, it is up. My very own business. Well, I have another business partner. We both put a lot of thoughts and work in this. There might be another potential business partner, and I understand there are businessman who is willing to fund the money to our company. They have so much believe in our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ink has not even dry and set yet but now we are so busy coming up with the mock up / draft design for our High Class Prestigious Giant Corporate Company. I can't give the name now, but Insya Allah, if everything goes as planned -- We will be part of the history of the new launch of their latest design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next wednesday, we are going to walk into our potential client's office and present to him our design.&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so little time. I have finalize the draft of the design which I work on it myself from scratch. Yesterday was the first time I have purchased and installed Adobe InDesign CS4. I manage to finish with the artwork within less than 7 hrs (plus minus). With video embedded, mind you. Oh, I think it's a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought I would have my own company? If you ask me 6 years ago, I would say NO. If you ask me 6 months ago, I would say "I have a dream".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave my current job as I have few project deals I am already working on. Signed. Sealed. Not yet Delivered. Till then, I will have to sacrifice my sleep and rest, to build my own ROME. I always like this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; expression and I will repeat it again and again that :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"Rome wasn't built in a day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you, hopefully tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;"Bon Appétit" - Julia and Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-1281732618296799732?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1281732618296799732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=1281732618296799732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1281732618296799732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1281732618296799732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have A Dream...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-2379268317169067402</id><published>2009-12-18T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:53:10.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's our New Year, it's a new beginning...</title><content type='html'>Today is Maal Hijrah. I realized that I have left my blog for a long time. I have another blog (wordpress) to maintain which I've left for quite sometime. It's very hard to sync the two blogs at the same time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few days ago is Angel's birthday. I bought her a diamond earrings - heart shaped. It's evergreen design I was told by the girl who works in the shop. There's too many to choose from. I found the shop as I was about to leave Bangsar Village, to head home - right after my so-called-I'm-supposed-to-be-on-leave-but-had-to-work-so-i-cancel-my-leave meeting appointment with one of my business partners. There's the dangling type &amp;amp;, the stud type. I was also looking at diamond pendant and diamond rings.. Diamond rings is for me, of course. It would be totally weird if I gave her that right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh did I tell you that Angel is married now? Of course I didn't. Like I said earlier, I have not been updating my blogs for a long long time. What have happened to me in the past 1 year? A lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A life changing experience? Check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitter half? Check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of celebrations of success. Check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've changed. I've evolved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few business plans are in place and hopefully commencing soon. Found few business partners. I've got a business partner who asked me if I want to buy over his business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How much?" I asked smiling away. I smile alot when I don't know what is going on around me. (shhh.. it's my secret)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well... 38Mill" he said... laughing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at my other two business partners.. and they chuckled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How bout that?" he asked. "Well, it's only fair, I just secured a deal for 30 years from the state goverment with an income that is enough till your grandchildren and their children" he added.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled and sip my latte "Yeah, how bout that..." with a quiet murmur to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man is in his late 40s... few of my business partners are in the late 40s or late 30s. I'm still very new at this game. I'm trying to digest and learn as much as I can from the Business Veterens - the chinese and the malays. Mixing with socialite people is still very new to me. I often found myself being shy to meet the upper class people. Meeting their wife - the datins and the datin sris is another matter. I don't think I am quite ready to meet and mingle, let alone to meet their snobby children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is a new year to me, a new chapter, a new beginning. In few weeks it's the calendar NEW YEAR celebration. I hope I am on the right track to success and I am equipped to go into this battle of war. My own battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Don't wait until New Year to change yourself with creating a new resolution. If it is a good change, change immediately."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/16292733-2379268317169067402?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2379268317169067402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=2379268317169067402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2379268317169067402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2379268317169067402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-our-new-year-its-new-beginning.html' title='It&apos;s our New Year, it&apos;s a new beginning...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-2195897122901766691</id><published>2009-06-01T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:33:17.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Model and Good Influence...</title><content type='html'>I have never thought of myself as a good role model or a good influence to anybody. But I have discovered the otherwise yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a text message from my favorite nephew who is by the way a 13 year old boy who is currently been sent off to study in the Royal College.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Nephew : "What is your dslr model?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myself : "Canon Rebel XS 1000D. Y?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Nephew : "I bought Canon Rebel XSi just like you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then later, he asked for Lens opinion and asking me what kind of lens am I using. Are you kidding me? My 13 year old nephew got his 1st dslr yesterday while I had to wait for 29 years to get my first dslr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, I think I have been influencing him a lot, I didn't know I can give such effect on people or individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have started to recall all the things he has been following me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iPhone - "Papa, Aunt Wna said I have to get it from Australia coz it's cheap and I can get the one without the package"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iTouch - "Mama, I just asked Aunt Wna and she said we have to get it from this shop in Digital Mall coz it's a good bargain"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MacBook Pro- "Aunt Wna, I've collected few of Macbook pro brochures from all the Mac shop. Which one do you think is the best offer?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iPhone Applications - "Can I have all of your applications in your iPhone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all my song collections - "Aunt, can you help me upload all your songs to my iPhone?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TV Series - "Aunt, can I come over to your house. I am just around the corner. I want to watch all your TV series? I bought external hardisk like yours so I can watch it on my computer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guitar Heroes Xbox, PSP and Wii - "Hey Aunt, I'm getting one just like yours! Can you bring me to the shop you bough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He used to pop over at my house every weekend. Now he is in college and I rarely see his face this days. Poor baby, he is still small and had to learn to survive at 13.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should really be extra careful with the things I talk to him, because his mind is like a sponge where he absorbs a lot of information and starting to build his personality based on that information. I have always treat him like an adult, even when we talk about our interest. I was the one who thought him how to download TV series, take music classes and etc. Sigh...I have to stop messing with his head. Maybe I should talk to him about my new car. Hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/16292733-2195897122901766691?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2195897122901766691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=2195897122901766691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2195897122901766691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2195897122901766691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/06/role-model-and-good-influence.html' title='Role Model and Good Influence...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6196703440763265710</id><published>2009-05-25T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:24:34.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 30...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"I'm 30. What's next?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been in denial. I'm thirty. GREAT! What's next... ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrinkles? Unable to have a baby? Osteoporosis? Menopause?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then two days ago, I have been meeting a lot of people my age especially. And I am not even near looking like them who looks very matured. Be it Male or Female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look like I'm 22-25 asian age or I'm 19 compared to the caucasian, middle east or non-malaysian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuhh, awet muda wa cakap lu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can laugh or smile at all those people who is in my age but getting bald, getting white hair or look like they just left their youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I'm 30 and I'm feeling great!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/16292733-6196703440763265710?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6196703440763265710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6196703440763265710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6196703440763265710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6196703440763265710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-30.html' title='I&apos;m 30...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-9082427363761475049</id><published>2009-05-23T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:43:26.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It's Unreasonably Pricey For A Cupcake...</title><content type='html'>I was at Gardens for my stress buster nite out with my friends. While waiting for the party to start, I was walking around to see the shops.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stop by at this shop which I will not name it. I saw this cupcakes which is selling for RM 23 for 3pcs. What the hell am I paying it for? Perhaps the cost for the cupcakes each is RM5 - 6. Then, I guess I am paying for the nice little box and it's brown ribbons with their shop name and website printed on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is Unreasonably High... It's Exorbitant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt it taste good, but the price tag that high is just ridiculous. But then again, the shop is in Gardens so I am also paying their rent and salary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-9082427363761475049?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9082427363761475049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=9082427363761475049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/9082427363761475049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/9082427363761475049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-its-unreasonably-costly-for.html' title='When It&apos;s Unreasonably Pricey For A Cupcake...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-1815747620992982780</id><published>2009-05-23T02:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:44:46.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day : Why In The World Would You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/Shb1xISCXTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/8G9wusguX78/s1600-h/1231242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/Shb1xISCXTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/8G9wusguX78/s200/1231242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338724632679832882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, why in the world would anyone wants to take a photo holding a phone? Furthermore, it's a phone and not mobile phone? It's not cool unless you are a telephone model or telephone operator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-1815747620992982780?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1815747620992982780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=1815747620992982780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1815747620992982780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1815747620992982780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-of-day-why-in-world-would-you.html' title='Picture of the day : Why In The World Would You...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/Shb1xISCXTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/8G9wusguX78/s72-c/1231242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-7875869205315910020</id><published>2009-05-20T19:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:22:49.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macam Macam Ada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Saw this on online from a guy who posted it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I am a simple man, a doctor now living at Sydney. I like the simple things of life. I hate dishonesty and unfaithfulness in relation. I am looking for an honest girl to make rest of the life happy and peaceful with her. I want someone really honest in relation; I want a girl without paranoid ideas and suspiciousness. I want a girl who will love me not the money and social status or anything else. I have a 5 yrs old son though he is living with his mother but she has to accept him as well. If you are not family focused, argumentative, have low tolerance level, suspicious, paranoid and feminist and driven by your mother, then please don’t knock me. If you have a late night mobile male friend then, my dear I am not the right person for you. I had enough in my life.I want peace........... "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This statement can be interpreted into many things and angle:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Excess Baggage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Disheartened by ex-wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Still got issues with ex-wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. In love with ex-wife still but betrayed by her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Lots of hot air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/16292733-7875869205315910020?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7875869205315910020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=7875869205315910020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7875869205315910020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7875869205315910020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/macam-macam-ada.html' title='Macam Macam Ada...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-910550598004913882</id><published>2009-05-17T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:41:47.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official. I Am Dragging Myself To Work...</title><content type='html'>Yup! My title says pretty much what I am feeling right now -- Dragging myself to work.&lt;div&gt;Used to be.. well I want to say fun, but it never was, I never gossip and say bad things about my current job but right now, all I want to say is all negative thing about it. Everything and anything but positive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate when I feel this way. Because when I feel this way, I have to start looking for a new job, and the economy situation doesn't really help with my situation right now. I am going back to school, furthering my study in professional course either a degree, ACCA (the most boring thing to study and I can vomit blood but the pay is damn blardy good) or getting a Master. So I will be a part-time student for 2 years. Time to get a desk job. Yup! Back to my old JD, where I will get migraine almost every month and try to look intelligent by sitting in front of a pc and fill in the blanks and use drop down button to solve Profit and Loss and Reconciliation, Balance Sheet, do GST, Taxation, monitor the currency on Bloomberg, do VAT, prepare Aging Reports, do / submit some part of FASTER and FIRST portion, understand FRS 139, SOX and check if the blardy VESSELS has arrived in Peru or Japan or Papua New Guinea or arrange exchange petrol with other OP coy! Oh boy! And the late nights --burn the midnight oil and all the worries in the world like DID I ENTER THE RIGHT FIGURE! DID I POST IT RIGHT! WHERE THE HELL IS THE DIFFERENCE OF 0.01 cents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, that sounds more alive than my current death job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-910550598004913882?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/910550598004913882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=910550598004913882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/910550598004913882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/910550598004913882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-official-i-am-dragging-myself-to.html' title='It&apos;s Official. I Am Dragging Myself To Work...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8868929702285082854</id><published>2009-05-10T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:27:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day Ma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day Ma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want the world for you and for you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma is getting old. She has trouble walking. It's her leg I think. She refuse to go to the hospital. So all I can do is bring her to clinics, go to pharmacy and get her medicines or bring her to get some massage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed she sometimes forget and can be careless. Like tonight, she forgot to close the gate. She forgot to close the door. Most of the time now, I have to double check when she goes to sleep. Just have to make sure the house is secured and safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I worry, when I am at work or out. What will happen to her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8868929702285082854?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8868929702285082854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8868929702285082854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8868929702285082854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8868929702285082854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-ma.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day Ma...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-5878561657615416518</id><published>2009-05-03T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:39:58.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of the Economy Worsen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sign # 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Brapa potong rambut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hairdresser Ah Moi : Itu Director Cut rm80, senior cut rm60, junior cut rm50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : I punya rambut shoulder length same price?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hairdresser Ah Moi : Sama. Any hair length is the same price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Is this just cut or cut+blow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hairdresser Ah Moi : This is cut+wash+blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Brapa potong rambut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hairdresser Ah Moi : Director Cut rm90, senior cut rm65, junior cut rm55. Tapi ini price only for short to shoulder length. Long hair is a different price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Ok. I want to cut my hair and kasi blow and cuci tau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hairdresser Ah Moi : Oh, ini price tada masuk itu wash+blow. Itu different price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Haaa.. apa pasal different pulak? Dulu lu kasi sumer mah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hairdresser Ah Moi : Dulu mana ada punya. You sudah lupa lar. Kalau mau cuci sama blow, you kene add rm30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Like dat ah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hairdresser Ah Moi : Oh, satu lagi, kalau mau re-style tambah lagi rm30. Itu blow, kita only kasi itu blow straight, kalau mau blow curl, kene tambah lagi duit lah ini macam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : @#$#^@$^#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not just the hairdresser increased the price, she also insulted me by telling me that I am suffering from Amnesia. And worst, if they make a mistake of cutting my hair, I have to effing add rm30 for them to fix it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sign #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When PM says we are not affected by the economy crisis. But when you go to the wet market to buy fishes, chicken, meat, vegetables, coconut milks -- all price has been increased from 50 sen more and above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/16292733-5878561657615416518?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5878561657615416518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5878561657615416518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5878561657615416518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5878561657615416518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs-of-economy-worsen.html' title='Signs of the Economy Worsen...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6310543800707860925</id><published>2009-05-03T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:24:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many By-Election Do We Need?...</title><content type='html'>As a Malaysia Residence for somewhat 30 years, never have I witnessed so many by-election in a year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we really need another one? Is the MPs or chosen ones serious about their job or just think this is their temporary battle? We were serious and have put a lot of hope in you when we chose you during March General Election 2008. Now, it is your time to deliver what we have trusted you with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6310543800707860925?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6310543800707860925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6310543800707860925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6310543800707860925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6310543800707860925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-many-by-election-do-we-need.html' title='How Many By-Election Do We Need?...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8158286511949827285</id><published>2009-05-01T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:12:20.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queens of Langkasuka...</title><content type='html'>I was drawn to watch it because of the costume they are wearing and the title of the movie. I saw the ads when I was queueing up to get movie tickets to watch with some random guy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The protector of the Castle or Queens Fighters are wearing clothing from Hang Tuah's Era. Even their fights are using Silat method. Still watching it, hope it is a good movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updated - 1.08am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good movie to watch. I have understand abit of history of Langkasuka, also the Princess of Langkasuka (Queens Sister) married Prince of Pahang for the sake to save Langkasuka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all make a bit of sense to me regarding the story of "Singapura Dilanggar Todak". Well, if you can control all the species underwater, it is almost likely you can use it to protect or have war/revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/16292733-8158286511949827285?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8158286511949827285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8158286511949827285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8158286511949827285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8158286511949827285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/queens-of-langkasuka.html' title='Queens of Langkasuka...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-120388456948405915</id><published>2009-04-30T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:39:44.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Out Of Places To Eat...</title><content type='html'>I have been suffering from the syndrome called "Running Out Of Place To Eat".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I just choosy or Klang Valley has not much to offer when it comes to good Halal food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time when it  comes to making decision where to eat, I can't come up with anything new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-120388456948405915?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/120388456948405915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=120388456948405915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/120388456948405915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/120388456948405915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/running-out-of-places-to-eat.html' title='Running Out Of Places To Eat...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6351258100255156741</id><published>2009-04-27T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:43:21.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferiority Complex...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 106, 0); font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;An “inferiority complex”, or extremely low self esteem, is a concept we are all familiar with.  Chances are you, or someone you know, suffers from this complex.  Those with low self esteem are more likely to be depressed, irritable, or aggressive.  They may also be more likely to have feelings of resentment, alienation, and unhappiness.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 106, 0); font-family: Arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stopdepressiontoday.com/stop-your-inferiority-complex-now.html"&gt;7 Sign You Have An Inferiority Complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think sometime I do suffer from Inferiority Complex, but mostly I would keep it to myself and try to manage it as mature as possible. I used to be a "Loose Cannon" or easily fly off the handle, but overtime I believe I have grew matured and I know how to handle my frustrations.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I just realized how many of us suffers from Inferiority Complex especially on the road. I was driving my brand new car on the road since I got it, couple of days ago, and I notice the road rage of other drivers. First, I thought it was Road Rage, but till later, been pointed out by my cousin in law that it is not road rage behavior or signs but more towards Inferiority Complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am driving a Japanese brand car. I think it looks sporty due to the bodykit, spoiler and well.. the whole car design itself. So, as I was driving around town, taking my mom and relatives for a ride, I started to notice there are cars (national car driver or other smaller car or a different category of car - today few hours ago was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vios&lt;/span&gt;) was driving and came really near to my car rear. And I think most of them trying to agitate me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. how should I explain this.. well.. I believe the expression is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cucuk&lt;/span&gt; my car" from behind. They drive really fast, and came really near to my rear and start to rev their engine. Then finally, they will give me a beam and see if I'm not responding, overtake me by driving really fast, rev their engine, the driver will look at me and I can his mouth was saying something (I bet he was cursing), and just went off. Oh by the way, I was not on the fast lane! That's the thing that I don't get it. Why???? I am not interested in engaging a street race with you, so leave me alone! Why can't you just get it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I own a National Car and still driving it around even though I have another brand new car. But I think I never behave such way. Well, I have my own road rage but I never '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cucuk&lt;/span&gt;' other drivers or try to agitate them. I would usually curse at those who is driving carelessly or slower than the approved limits while they are on the fast lane, or especially those who cut queues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haiyo&lt;/span&gt;, how to handle these type of people? After what happened, I am very scared to drive alone in my car. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6351258100255156741?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6351258100255156741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6351258100255156741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6351258100255156741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6351258100255156741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/inferiority-complex.html' title='Inferiority Complex...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6926859045071235753</id><published>2009-04-26T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:17:13.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for the Kenduri Plan...</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah this year has been a good year for me and family. Health, opportunities and financial wise. I'm going strong, Insya Allah. I have reach my goal so far &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but weight aside, still haven't conquered the weight problem yet).. tsk tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st May will be 13 years exactly that my dad has gone back to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rahmatullah&lt;/span&gt;. I have alhamdulillah put some money aside to have just a small kenduri for arwah, together will all my loved ones - grandparents and relatives, who has gone back to rahmatullah. At the same time, I'd like to have this kenduri to do abit of what I call  spiritual cleansing and do some sedekah. I just want to get Al-Rahman's blessing as giving me permission to make some rezeki on His land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across few catering services offered in Klang Valley. Such as CT Catering, Warisan Baiduri, NH Delima, and few other caterer that I've never heard before. I always wanted to do something different for any get-together that I hosted. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(plus I always want to be different than the rest).&lt;/span&gt; The normal kenduri, they would serve either, nasi campur, mee hoon, nasi beriyani, nasi tomato and all the typical kenduri food. So, i think it's good to do something different for my kenduri this time. But the question is, is it appropriate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I came across Al Habib Catering - Arabian Food. INTERESTING, was what I thought. All arabian food that I never heard of or even tried before. All looks delicios, with the Arabian Whole Lamb Roasted. Click on this link to refer - http://www.alhabibcatering.com/menu.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Delicious? Over the top? I don't know, I think the price is reasonable, but depends on what the package comes with. Hmmm.. I should give them a call soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : I just bought a brand new MacBook 2.4Ghz ;).. I am actually blogging using my new MAC. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6926859045071235753?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6926859045071235753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6926859045071235753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6926859045071235753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6926859045071235753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-for-kenduri-plan.html' title='What&apos;s for the Kenduri Plan...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6222337352545718679</id><published>2009-04-11T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:40:36.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life In A Video Store...</title><content type='html'>Have I told you that I used to work in a video store somewhere in one of the elite area in Kuala Lumpur? It was back in 1996, when I just finished my high school. I worked there for about a year, then off to college. Then I came back for summer holiday and continue working as the video sales assistant. With a RM4 each hour, it was a good money. I work for about 8 hrs minimum, but most of the time I would punch in for 11am-11pm coz I needed extra money to buy books, study materials and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was quite independent at that area. I lost my father before sitting for my SPM but surprisingly I passed with Agg 15. Working in the video store was one of the best experience I ever had. I wake up early in the morning, and make sure I am all ready at 9am with a good full breakfast. Walk to the shop and arrives at 10.30am, wait patiently for my supervisor to come to open the store. He usually arrives very early or his other trusted assistant would. Wait for him to open the store patiently, take out a bunch of keys from his Ocean Pacific pouch, unlock the keypad, and release the aluminium door front - "zrruuppp,bang' and flash the sign - "We Are Open'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would put my bag behind the counter, go to the VHS (then), put in any latest release video especially those blockbuster movie, put it on mute, power up the sound system and amplifier. Put in the latest CD, I'd like to play Micheal Jackson's Gold CD record (History I and II), or Pink Flloyd - Sultans Swing, or any alternative music the was hot at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer's would rush in during the lunch hour. They would rent the movies, buy cassettes or CDs. At that time, I wonder, why would they waste their money buying original CDs when they can get pirated CDs at a cheaper price. Oh well, sometimes they just want to do the right thing I guess. Then the shop would be emptyy by 3pm till 5pm. Then another crowd would fill up the store, looking for something worth buying or rent. During the non-peak hours, I would spend my time re-arranging and do cateloging all the VHS. I would reorganize and index the VHS from A-Z, for each category. Usually the category that really needs reorganizing is Action, Cartoon/Animation, Sci-Fi and Comedy. And oh god, the customers would put the VHS anywhere and everywhere. My Action or Cartoon would end up in Chinese TV series, or Romance would be in Action, or my Sci Fi would be in Special Interest. Boy, do I have a lot to do at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night comes, customer come and go, I would take a breather and put the last Japenese TV series and watch it religiously. At that time, the best was Great Teacher Onizuka (GTO). It was the funniest Japenese TV series I've watched. We (me and the rest of the crew), would put it on every night till we finished watching all the series. And I will tell you, customers got addicted to it too. They had to queue up and rent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I always thought of getting a Second Job. Not for the money really, but to fill up time and learn something new. I think, if I have a lot of capital, I would put 'Rent-A-Movie Store' in my planning. You can make good money but you have to make sure you always have the latest movie. Not much profit you can get from it, but it is a service you are providing to the community and service satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, there are also many cases of customers that did not return the rent videos/DVDs after a while. I have a stack of lists. I would call each one of them to return, success rates only about 30%. Most cases, it's their childrens videos/dvd - cartoons, barney's and etc. Some, just treat it as their own properties, malas nak return back. Some return but with error. They recorded other TV programs on top of the Blockbuster movie they rent from us. Orang macam nie, memang tak guna satu sen. We would ask them to replace or pay for it, they just ignore or change their mobile no. You would be surpise that most of them are socialite, celebrities or VIPs (royalties). I met Erra Fazira, famous royalties from Teregganu, TV3 anchorman/personalities and etc. Nice people and who is satisfied with my knowledge and service to them. They would look for me everytime when they are looking for something. Like movies, they just need to describe some part of the movie, and i would give them the title fo the movie and guide them to the right shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either I am good at my job or I am just pathetic, coz my life was in the video store back then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6222337352545718679?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6222337352545718679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6222337352545718679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6222337352545718679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6222337352545718679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life-in-video-store.html' title='My Life In A Video Store...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-142995343791388082</id><published>2009-03-17T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:27:43.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Free Yourself From Credit Card Debt and Turn The Table Around....</title><content type='html'>I've been in this situation from many years of having owned the first credit card. That would be in year 2000. With approved spending limit up to MYR 3,000. I have successfully maximize my limits within the 2-3 years. Credit given was from EON Bank. My age was around 20 ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received another 'FREE' card from Maybank. Approved spending limit is between MYR 6,000 to MYR 10,000. This is when my problem starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely use it for shopping but I use it heavily on pumping petrol to my car. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.&lt;br /&gt;It was that easy. I don't have to carry alot of cash around plus I thought I can enjoy all the points collected. Yeah Right! Fyi, never have I once collected any points from any of my credit cards. Bunch of white corporate pirates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been dealing with debts. Total debts that I had to pay was MYR 12,000 - 15,000 and the interest is still calculating monthly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my earliest entries in 2005, my company has stopped paying my salary for few months before I resigned. And until now, the company is yet to pay my salary and EPF for 6 months! So, this was where it all started. I started to receive harsh calls from EON Bank, and later followed by Maybank. I have explained the situation that I do not have any cash on hand or even in the Bank. They just couldn't be bothered or sympathize with your situation. They demand the money. Interest is still calculating 1.5% each month. If you calculate in detail, I don't think it was calculated at 1.5%, it was more than that. You really need to understand your bills. There is always a 'interest free' period of 20 days upon purchase, but it will start calculating right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many attempts from Banks, and letters been sending in and out to the Bank. I have yet failed to give any payments. They've threatened, and send they demand letters. It's not that I ignored but I have replied to them to propose 'INSTALLMENT' payment and to stop the calculation of interest, they've rejected my proposal and demand on TERM LOAN. I ask them to go and fly kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many years of battle, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE FINALLY SETTLED ALL MY CREDIT CARD DEBTS&lt;/span&gt; from Eon Bank and Maybank. Each card with time limit to settle is at least 1 year. Not just that, but I manage to fight and demand for discount. I was granted to about 40% - 45% discount. Which probably has eliminated most of the interest accumulated in my debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am going to share with you how I did it. How to turn the table and make you on the bargaining side. With the economy situation we are facing currently, it would definitely help you to ease your pain on paying your credit card debt. Now, this is the method that I have used and proved working. It may not work on you, but at least you know how the deal is, what card you are holding and what are the cards you are hiding behind your back. This is not a fraud or trying to cheat the bank. I am giving you an option. I am creating awareness to everyone who is facing the problem as I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-142995343791388082?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/142995343791388082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=142995343791388082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/142995343791388082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/142995343791388082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-free-yourself-from-credit-card.html' title='How To Free Yourself From Credit Card Debt and Turn The Table Around....'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-1658348479379282055</id><published>2009-03-02T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:01:50.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UMNO ambush Karpal - The Video...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3B0hl9zQfX4&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/3B0hl9zQfX4&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the appropriate method or most polite way to ask Karpal to rescind his statement. Imho, Pemuda Umno has acted as if they are above the Law and it shows in this video. Shame on you. I feel disgusted when you say "memperjuangkan hak raja, agama dan bangsa". You and your UMNO who were the one responsible to take away our 'Hak Raja' in 1993. Refer - "Fasal 38 (4) Perlembagaan Persekutuan untuk mengkudungkan imuniti raja-raja Melayu pada tahun 1993 diluluskan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana perjuangan kamu bila kamu laung dengan megah, memperjuangkan agama. Have you practice 5 Rukun Islam? And that is just basics. You were the one who is corrupted, I say declare your earnings, assets in Malaysia and outside Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memperjuangkan bangsa? Keaslian dan sikap Sopan Santun Melayu semakim pupus. Melayu sanggup jual 'privilege' untuk kesenangan kaum lain. Hak bumiputera yang dimegahkan pun tak dapat dirasai oleh orang orang yang berhak due to Cronyism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-1658348479379282055?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1658348479379282055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=1658348479379282055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1658348479379282055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1658348479379282055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/03/umno-ambush-karpal-video.html' title='UMNO ambush Karpal - The Video...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-342676636670521315</id><published>2009-02-17T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:29:52.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Proceed Or Not, That Is Probably Not Merely A Question...</title><content type='html'>Not sure if I should continue pursuing my passion in Culinary Arts. Well, It wasn't a dream before I realize my passion or interest has been in Culinary Arts. Flipping through many channels on Astro, I've always love watching food preparation or traveling channel (to those countries who serves great cuisines, coffee, etc) or setting up a restaurants, cafe etc. I always amused by the preparations of food involved, the skills and techniques. No matter from the street hawker stall to a 6 star hotel/restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got an Education Consultant to help me out with my education interest. Guess what? My eyes grew bigger when I saw this bunting on Culinary Arts studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've offered me few courses that what have been my major in studies and work experience:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ACCA (hmm... yeah i dont mind doing acca, be chartered accountant. I got exemption for few papers already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. CPA (Well, my work experience previously with Australia Taxation, Accounting, and fill in the blanks might be handy for my CPA qualifications IF I WORK IN AUSTRALIA.. apalar mamat nie..., next) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MBA (interesting... he must have caught it when I was sharing him abt my ambitions.. having my own business... he did say I'm very ambitious, well... maybe inside his heart he says I'm a dreamer.. watever, put that into my consideration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Swiss Advanced Certificate and Higher Diploma in Culinary Arts (uuuoohhhh, what is that???? Tell me more, good kind sir?!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insitut Hotelier "César Ritz", Le Bouveret, Switzerland. It's the only way to go if you want to excell in the Culinary Arts Industry. You will learn two things together here - Cuisines and Pastries. It is one of the best place in this world and during your paid internship for 6 months, there will be people from the top hotel in the world will be handpicking, scout you for a job at their hotel. There has been few students from Malaysia who has been successful, at the age of 21, he has become the Assistant Manager for one of the top hotel in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow... Tell me more o good kind sir?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another student who is currently working at Raffles Hotel in Singapore as....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow... That's amazing. &lt;/i&gt;(My jaw dropped.. start to day dream what it would be like for me.... my fate, my destiny **drooll**drooll**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How much will that cost my wallet o' good kind sir? An arm, a leg, my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHF 13,500 per term. 3 terms will cost you about CHF40,500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off from my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regain consciousness... after few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, so where do I sign up????&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intake will be this July. Not sure if i'm mentally and physically ready for it. So I came back and told my mom about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mak, I'm going to Switzerland.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jgn nak ngade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few hours, after we had dinner, resting. Watching her news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mak, I'm going to Switzerland.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jgn nak ngade ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just few minutes before, I went to her room. On my bended knees....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mak, I'm going to Switzerland.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sambung belajar. Culinary Arts. Seeeee&lt;/i&gt; (pushing the brochure and materials to her on her bed).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to her dresser to get her reading glasses, sit back on her bed, reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah giler ye? Who is going to pay for this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emmm... me, myself and i.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah. Jgn nak ckp bende merepek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mak, I'm serious. I will use my epf, my savings, get some loan from Agro bank. Kita ikhtiar lar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will come back and take over the world. Yaaaa... Waachaaaaaa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah. Mak nak tido nie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alar, mak nie. Tak best lar. Ok, I will come back and..errr.. well.. I can concentrate on my cafe or restaurant lar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodoh, pegilar keje kat sana. Gain some experience. Apa guna belajar kat negeri orang, tapi tak nak keje and become a Chef one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ishhh..mak nie. Macam menghalau je, tak mau kasi balik rumah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu yang nak tinggalkan mak kat sini....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mak nie kannnnn..ini yang tak best nieeeeee.. boring lar cakap ngan mak...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah, aku dah mati nanti. Pegilar sana, suka hati kamu nak buat apa. Pikirlar, nanti balik, ada ke duit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alarrrrrrrrrrr...mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu tahan sejuk? Boleh? Tahu betapa sejuknye kat sana? Aircond bukak kat bilik sejam pun dah tak tahan. Ada hati nak pegi Swisszerlend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boring lar cakap ngan mak. Ok mama... bye.. nite niteeeeee... muaaahhhh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to square one, still starring at the form. Should I proceed or not? That is probably not merely a question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-342676636670521315?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/342676636670521315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=342676636670521315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/342676636670521315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/342676636670521315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-proceed-or-not-that-is-probably-not.html' title='To Proceed Or Not, That Is Probably Not Merely A Question...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-934096885889494260</id><published>2009-02-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:30:58.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Song On My iPhone iPod...</title><content type='html'>This song has been on my favorite this weekend. In so many ways, this song perfectly projected how I am feeling with my life this past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My respect goes out to one my favorite band - The Eagles. No doubt I'm going to be 30 this year,Young. &lt;i&gt;How could she knows about Eagles?&lt;/i&gt; Eagles has been my favorite band since high school. If you're wondering what song am I talking about - google for :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Eagles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tequila Sunrise &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another tequila sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;He was just a hired hand&lt;br /&gt;Workin' on the dreams he planned to try&lt;br /&gt;The days go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry night when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;Just another lonely boy in town&lt;br /&gt;And she's out runnin' 'round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't just another woman&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't keep from comin' on&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's a hollow feelin'&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to dealin' friends&lt;br /&gt;It never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take another shot of courage&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why the right words never come&lt;br /&gt;You just get numb&lt;br /&gt;It's another tequila sunrise,this old world&lt;br /&gt;still looks the same,&lt;br /&gt;Another frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-934096885889494260?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/934096885889494260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=934096885889494260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/934096885889494260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/934096885889494260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/current-song-on-my-iphone-ipod.html' title='Current Song On My iPhone iPod...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-2554733743163256838</id><published>2009-02-07T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:58:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rome Was Not Build In A Day...</title><content type='html'>I would like to express my deepest regret of what happened in Perak recently. A new power of change is slowly raising, moving like a snake, attacking it's victim who is powerless and who is not at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He will win who, prepared himself, waits to take the enemy unprepared"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many commotions. I noticed that BN government did not give space for PR government to raise. It's merely a year since PR was given mandate by the people of Perak to take over. Like marriage, it need time to understand the expectations, the responsibilities and work on the communications. Do you expect them to build a rome overnight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see many articles posted in MalaysiaKini and MalaysiaToday, they are angry, confused,  betrayed, and some are just grinning away to see PR wall tumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to be 'Satu Ummah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-2554733743163256838?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2554733743163256838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=2554733743163256838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2554733743163256838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2554733743163256838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/02/rome-was-not-build-in-day.html' title='Rome Was Not Build In A Day...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-7928702774262609318</id><published>2009-01-02T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:34:54.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Weeds…</title><content type='html'>Yes, I’m addicted to Weeds. No, not weed weed but the TV Series Weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the whole box set from Season 1 to 4. It’s fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Justin Kirk look a lot like Chris North. Yup,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Andy or known as El Andy looks like Mr. Big from Sex and The City. Are they related? Different mother and different father but looks almost the same. The lips, the eyes, the nose… sheeshh… I sounded like a physcopath. No, i’m not one their obsess loser fan, i just love men with good looks. Hey, which women doesn’t rite? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think i really starting to like El Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Luego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-7928702774262609318?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7928702774262609318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=7928702774262609318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7928702774262609318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7928702774262609318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/addicted-to-weeds.html' title='Addicted to Weeds…'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-2260305518762470454</id><published>2009-01-02T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:33:32.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Business Idea for 2009…</title><content type='html'>What is the best business to open these days? With the economy grey sky all one our heads, I’m wondering what would be the best business to venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year 2009…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-2260305518762470454?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2260305518762470454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=2260305518762470454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2260305518762470454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2260305518762470454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-business-idea-for-2009.html' title='New Business Idea for 2009…'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6820518516745670254</id><published>2009-01-02T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:31:52.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Independent (Excuse Me?)...</title><content type='html'>On Christmas day, I went out and had coffees with few friends of mine on . They were actually my co-workers, who now turned to friends. We watched "Australia". I weeped, the other girls weeped as well. But a little surprise when our Filipino friend weeped too. LOL! I guess he has no problem showing his sensitive side, but the other guy didn't. He almost dozzed off. Must be the late nite booze party he had. "Australia" was a good show i think. A bit draggy on the second half but it was worth RM10, I get 2 hrs out of it and I understand the history of Australia a little bit better. It surely does make me want to go to Australia for holidays again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the movies, we went for local coffee time. From 1 cup to two cups, three cups. We sat there for 3-4 hours just talking. It was a great time because I get to spend with them outside of office. One of the guys made a statement that really opened my eyes. It finally get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After knowing you I really think local guys are not suitable for you. You should go out with foreginors. Local guys are probably threathned by you because you are very much independent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Independent?" I blinked my eyes. Independent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah" he says while sipping his coffee and eating his toasted Kaya bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my other girl friends and they nodded. "Yeah, he's right. We are probably more suited for the whites or you know, other guys but not Malaysians or Asians" Lin added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so, my ex was White. Actually I prefer to date a local guy than date the white. Trust me. It is so much better" Hani replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite alarmed by the remarks still. I couldn't respond. Fuck, I've been trying to be independent, try to learn few things because I thought that would make me a better catch but turns out I make them run away from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange as it may sound but he is probably right. What is other reason for me  me to find a guy to have a relationships? Am I too depending... Am I too fussy? Err.. yes. I am, but that's not the point. The point here is, I've been dissed because I'm INDEPENDENT! That's sexist dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghhh.. I need a bottle of 'Good Fella' with Nicole Kidman. I don't mind if Hugh Jackman would like to crash in my party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6820518516745670254?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://walkamileims.wordpress.com/2008/12/28/miss-independentexcuse-memiss-independentexcuse-me/' title='Miss Independent (Excuse Me?)...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6820518516745670254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6820518516745670254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6820518516745670254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6820518516745670254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/miss-independent-excuse-me.html' title='Miss Independent (Excuse Me?)...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3573742403801528170</id><published>2009-01-02T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:28:21.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Get Some Mary Jane?...</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching Weeds Season 1 and I find it awesome. Disturbing but awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like punching Uncle Andy. He brings nothing but trouble to the family. Him and Doug combine. Poor Nancy. And Shane, oh dear. I wouldn't know what to do if I am in Nancy's shoes. Seriously, he is a troubled strange kid. He just need to learn how to let or express out his frustration and anger through the right outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Andy mentioned that he ordered "Chris Died For Your Sins" t-shirt from Malaysia (the malaysian screwed up his order - TYPO), I burst our laughing. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mceTemp mceIEcenter" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl class="wp-caption aligncenter" id="" style="width: 385px;"&gt;&lt;dt class="wp-caption-dt"&gt;&lt;img alt="Chris Died For Your Sin" height="500" mce_src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/242707128_36973aa7bf.jpg?v=0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/93/242707128_36973aa7bf.jpg?v=0" title="Chris Died For Your Sin" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="wp-caption-dd"&gt;Chris Died For Your Sin&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picture taken from Flickr - tymora42.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the whole season 1, I feel like trying out Mary Jane. I always stay clean from illegal drug. Never tried it once. I wonder how my life would change if I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3573742403801528170?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3573742403801528170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3573742403801528170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3573742403801528170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3573742403801528170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-i-get-some-mary-jane.html' title='Can I Get Some Mary Jane?...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3699736562920894301</id><published>2008-12-23T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:33:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Got Fired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One of my friend received a very unpleasant email from coy management. Summary of the content "You Got Fired! We are giving you less than XX hrs to clear out your desk".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It bothered me so much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think if you were to dismiss you own employee, at least have the courtesy to call your staff to the room. Explain the situation start with "We feel that you have under performed laa dee daa then hand in the letter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Would it be so hard to do that? I mean you already planned for it, at least do it professionally.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can be bias, however there's always 3 sides of a story...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;I better watchout for my ass or else I get the grill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3699736562920894301?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3699736562920894301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3699736562920894301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3699736562920894301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3699736562920894301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/someone-got-fired.html' title='Someone Got Fired...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-4158820601058118922</id><published>2008-12-21T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:11:33.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving...</title><content type='html'>Hi Walk A Mile In My Shoes Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be moving my site to a different host/site. I am still thinking about my options. However, if you would like to receive the new link, please leave your email add. You will be invited to my new site once it is confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I'm still uncertain, but will keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;WNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-4158820601058118922?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4158820601058118922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=4158820601058118922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4158820601058118922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4158820601058118922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving.html' title='Moving...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3605203665163079022</id><published>2008-12-21T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:40:28.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Come And Go...</title><content type='html'>Another year come and go. Another additional candle on my birthday cake. Another Wish. Another Relationship, heart stumped, another argument at work. Just another year, repeating it's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'd like to change that. No more 'Same Old Routine'. I'm gonna be 30 years old in next couple of months. I've got to do something. I always thought I was born to do something better, to achieve success. To do greater things and able to touch somebody's life. Come on, I'm 29 years old, and 95% of my time spent on doing something I've done before. Repeating process. It's a rerun, my life is rerun of the same episodes. I ate at the same place, I go out to the same place over and over again. I need to do something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I did something extra which I'm proud off and I actually applied it. Like - Taking Culinary Arts classes, went to the gym at least once a week (I quit the gym in October due to my work peak season), finished paying one of my credit card. 1 more to go. Went for vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I'd like to put my thoughts on paper. I don't want to say my New Year's Resolution as my entries last year, what is the use of making another resolution, if I'm not keeping it. So, I want to call it my plans for next year. My plans includes:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To be able to live my life fearlessly and to touch somebody's life.&lt;br /&gt;2. To go for vacation in either Europe (backpacking) or Australia if possible by March 2009&lt;br /&gt;3. Take guitar/piano lessons&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn more on cooking skills&lt;br /&gt;5. Take sewing classes&lt;br /&gt;6. Find out more about shoe designing classes if there's any available in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;7. Spend more time indulging myself with my hard earned money. I.e Spa, massages etc&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend more time with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a roller coaster ride for most of us in 2008. It's the ups and downs of life. But there's always more downs then ups, so whenever there is an ups, always cherish the moment because it doesn't last that long. It's Life's RECESSION. Oh and get ready for the deeper market plummet soon. Maybe I should cancel my trip and just keep it for latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3605203665163079022?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3605203665163079022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3605203665163079022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3605203665163079022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3605203665163079022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-year-come-and-go.html' title='Another Year Come And Go...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-2754318618634865868</id><published>2008-12-21T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:00:28.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Look...</title><content type='html'>I have finally 'korban' my long wavy hair. &lt;i&gt;(Nin called it "Farrah Fawcett's" but I personal think her sister hair looks more like Farrah Fawcett. It's timeless and elegant.)&lt;/i&gt; After so many years of being indecisive of either to cut it short of just trim it. I have made my decision to cute it really short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First attempt, impromptu visit to a strange unknown Saloon in Setiawangsa. Happened to be there with a friend for drinks. Decided to go in for hair wash, but came out with a short hair. It was not what I wanted. It was rather odd looking on me. But it looks good at first, the minute you walk out from that Salon, wind blows, raining, it becomes looking like a mop or a rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not satisfied with his work, I sleep on it for few days. Then, 3 days after, I asked my collegue for lunch but we're both feeling abit stuffed still. So I said I want to go and hair wash (but deeply, will get another hair cut if the price is right, just to fix this rug on my head.), my collegue joined me. We're both really enjoyed pampering ourselves I noticed. Last time, we went for threading together during lunch, now getting hairwash. We went to an absolute-never-been-to-saloon. Negotiated on pricing, she's getting a trim while I'm getting hair wash and massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were sitted on the chair, I looked at my rug looking hair. Argghh.. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna make another yet regret later decision. "I want to get a haircut. Fix this mop on my head". My collegue Jen, suggested I should get bob like Victoria Beckham. I wasn't sure at first, the previous Saloon suggested that, but I wanted to keep it a bit long - result -&amp;gt; the mop. So yeah, cut it. "Give me a new look. Give me Victoria Beckham." I told the Chinese Saloon Owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1hr and 20 minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE IT"... Jen loves it. Everyone I met raved about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so many compliments about my new look. They said it really matches with my face and personality.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, before they were being polite not to condemned on my mop look. ROTFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-2754318618634865868?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2754318618634865868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=2754318618634865868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2754318618634865868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2754318618634865868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-look.html' title='My New Look...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3594113796340067302</id><published>2008-12-21T09:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:43:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Missed My Friends...</title><content type='html'>"Shai is here" Nin told me when I went to her parent's place for Gib's early birthday celebration. "REALLY????" I replied. I can't recall when was the last time I've seen her face, it has been years. The last time I saw her, she's happily married and has started a new life up in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how much fun it was when all of us started to mass email to the whole group. My email usually would be "my rambling and yet again". It was so pathetic and so emotional when I look back at the mails I sent. Sheessshh.. I was more talking about my life updates rather than asking then how's their life going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walk into the hall room slowly and greeting everyone in the room, I was looking for my long lost friend. There's Nin talking to someone, who I only saw her back, carrying a cute a baby. She has beautiful curly hair. It's her. It's Shai. Then I slowly greeted her (slowly because I thought the baby was sleeping or caused him to cry). She looks slimmer than I remembered. She definitely lost her baby fat. Wow... I didn't know how beautiful pregnancy can be till I saw the result it can give to your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be absolute honest, this occasion makes me realise how much I missed seeing all of us again. To get everyone in a room would always be hard because there's a seat missing -Shai, and also for various reasons such us everyone was busy with keeping up with their current new life; career and family. The conversation was not as great if she's not around or anyone else that is part of this circle of friends. We manage to do that at Nin parent's place, a little but still, it means a lot to me. Baby E is so cute, I swear. I'd like to play with his chubby cheek, and his hair, oh my god, so cute. Baby's hair is one of the cutest thing, i think. He's so adorable that I can't put my camera down. I asked Shai for permission if I could take pictures, then .. habislah, I started my camwhoring. Always looking for that special moment to capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been taking a lot of baby pictures. From baby to toddlers. I think I find their expression and emotion is pure. Will post some here when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shai was here for merely 10 days, I only get to see her 3 times. A small number but was time we spend was quality time. Baby Eli's Akikah was the most time I spent with her and family, not just me, even angel and Kaleeda. Her husband is also into photography, which is so cool. AND he's using CANON. Because of this, I talk to him a lot of cameras. All this while, it was limited to "Hi K. How are you? and Goodbye". I think there's a lot of achievement and progress here. Oh ya, that reminds me, I wanted to share some tips on technique and skills to him so he can apply. Will send Shai and K the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity like this gives you time to rekindle the friendship that was lost, lost due to hectic life, career ladder, taking care of children, building a family. I truly missed my treasured friends.&lt;br /&gt;I never say this often enough, I love you and appreciate for having you as my friend. Nin, Shai, Een, Aud, Angel. Because it was proven that these are the friends that will help you when you least expected, when push come to shove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I join or restart the mass mail again? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3594113796340067302?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3594113796340067302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3594113796340067302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3594113796340067302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3594113796340067302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-missed-my-friends.html' title='I Missed My Friends...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-432489825527283056</id><published>2008-12-20T22:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:58:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Our Country Or We've Been Invaded?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restoran Mamak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look right, there's Indonesian woman taking my orders and giving me my check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look left, there's Nepali man serving my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Nevermind, I should expect that from any 'Restoran Mamak'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I'll be having my dinner at one of my fav dessert restaurant. It's not fine dining but I'll get a good service from my own locals who speaks my language and understand what was my additional request such as 'no ice, no sugar, kosong, pedas'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DELIcious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look right, there's Nepali guy taking my orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look left, there's that different Nepali guy serving my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up, there's Indonesian woman cleaning up the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look ahead, there's another Nepali guy sitting at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Maybe it's because this is a local restaurant, they are cutting their overhead expenses.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to have dinner with my date at an International Restaurant. Should be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bubba Gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look right, there's a Filipino guy taking my orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look left, there's that different Filipino guy serving my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up, there's a another Filipino guy cleaning up the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look ahead, there's another Filipino guy sitting at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I? Run Forrest Run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-432489825527283056?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/432489825527283056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=432489825527283056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/432489825527283056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/432489825527283056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/weve-been-invaded.html' title='Is This Our Country Or We&apos;ve Been Invaded?...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-5158215512834598912</id><published>2008-12-20T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:00:03.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When He Talks About His Past and Present....</title><content type='html'>How would you react when the person you are currently going out with, started to talk about their past relationships? I was never &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; at hiding my feelings or expression. A pang of jealousy suddenly rushed into me last night. I may not be good at hiding my feelings, but whenever I face a situation which I need to hide my feelings, I will quickly build up a wall around me. Sometimes will try not to react and just look away. My reply would be either 'repeating the key words of his statement but in a more sympathetic way and more like throwing back a question at him; i.e "She was devastated when we broke up, she called me 15 times and I never pick up, not once" - My lame repeating and questioning him back would be "She called 15 times after you broke up? and you never pick it up? hmm ... wow". Other than this, I would say "really?... hmmm... ok." Translation - "Whatever" or "I don't give a tiny rat's ass about it" - quote from Ross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I starting to care for this guy? Like they said "Even the hardest rock, over time, will crack eventually". Perhaps, I do care. He gets to me when I notice the little thing he does for me. Like the other day, I was scheduled to met him at Italiannies, as I was scanning for his face among the strangers in the room, he came a sneak up at me, cutely pulled the edge of my coach and whispered 'Hi' on my left ear. It happened again on a separete occassion. After the movies, he had to leave. After a few flights down with the escalator, he was going to the basement while I stopped at the Lower Ground. He hopped on the escalator to go to the basement and turned around, looking for me. I was standing there looking at him, just smiled and wave my goodbyes. He actually forgot that I'm not following him to basement, he went blank. Then I went to one of the restaurants, as I was walking alone, again i felt someone tapped on my coach from behind. I turned around and saw him there. Smiling sheepishly, blushing ( his fair so it's easy to tell). "Hi. Just wanted to say goodbye. Thanks for tonight. Sorry about just now" and still smiling, saw his white nice teeth. I replied with a smile "Hey, no worries." I felt so touched that he came back to just say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never talked about his ex or even other girls. Not for that so many years I've known him, not once. He never admitted he was seeing someone at any time. He kept saying he's single. So, is this a sign he is finally opening up? Perhaps he is. Other things, I'm starting to learn his favorite dish, like he loves Nasi Kerabu, Mee Sup or anything that is Noodles. He doesn't like Nasi Kandar (weird isn't it? I always thought he's gay or bi-sexual), he doesn't like Curry or spicy food. Gulai Lemak Cili Api is so-so, but again not so spicy. Hmmm.. he is even fussier than me. He kept asking or joking with me to learn how to prepare a Nasi Kerabu because he'd like to eat it every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction when he said that "excuse me?". Second reaction "i never understand how to eat nasi kerabu". Third reaction "I don't fancy the east coast people BUT I like their beaches and I like their culture, but not their character. I love Nasi Dagang, now that is something i don't mind learning the recipe". He laughed. That nasi kerabu teasing has been going on for a month, and recently was yesterday. First step from like to something more? Or he's teasing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, what is the right reaction when the person you are going out with (not exclusive), started to talk about their ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Listen to their story and show your concern. Like you are a good sport but actually you would like to strangle him with a barbwire because talking about his ex.&lt;br /&gt;b. Do what I usually, my lame repeating the keywords and throw back the question. But actually I would like to strangle him with a barbwire because talking about his ex.&lt;br /&gt;c. I don't give a tiny rat's ass. But actually I would like to strangle him with a barbwire because talking about his ex.&lt;br /&gt;d. Just strangle him with a barbwire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-5158215512834598912?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5158215512834598912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5158215512834598912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5158215512834598912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5158215512834598912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-he-talks-about-his-past-and.html' title='When He Talks About His Past and Present....'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-5707804460714057222</id><published>2008-12-01T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:25:54.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Looking For That Someone...</title><content type='html'>Many of my friends kept asking what it is that I was looking for in a guy, and I never had any specific answers. Maybe I didn't have the answer and I kept looking for something that I don't know or thought that I would need in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. funny guy&lt;br /&gt;2. nice set of teeth; smile&lt;br /&gt;3. someone who can lead me to become a better Muslim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these were not really the quality that I need till I figured out last night. I was doing some analyzation if I am interested in the guy that I am currently going out with. Do I see myself with him in future. Through the hurdle, stumble block and sweetness in life? He doesn't deserves to be given false hope, or being mislead; which I seems to be doing quite a lot to most of the guys. I do not want to disappoint him. I would feel i killed him by taking away his hope and dreams. I care for him; but I wasn't sure if I am in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I find myself always falling in love with the guy who doesn't deserve my attention. It always looked like I am always the one who struggles to meet his need, it was never a partnership. Always put their needs before mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I am looking for. Looking for someone who shares my dreams, believe in my dreams and understand my dreams. He will be there to support and give me that push, when needed. As I will be his muscle. His strength will be my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-5707804460714057222?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5707804460714057222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5707804460714057222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5707804460714057222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5707804460714057222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-looking-for-that-someone.html' title='Still Looking For That Someone...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3245381863847990737</id><published>2008-11-29T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:11:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Picture Tag...</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by Darlene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules of the tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1.Take a recent picture of yourself OR take a picture of yourself right now (&lt;i&gt;yeah, like I will let that happen to me)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don’t change your clothes, don’t fix your hair…just take a picture (&lt;i&gt;haha, booyah&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Post that picture with NO editing (&lt;i&gt;too late for that, I've put watermark on mine&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4. Post these instructions with your picture&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag people to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/STEf4F2pkoI/AAAAAAAAAyI/RDAf9qNnnlU/s1600-h/kulit+kacang+2-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/STEf4F2pkoI/AAAAAAAAAyI/RDAf9qNnnlU/s400/kulit+kacang+2-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/STEiDlgCX5I/AAAAAAAAAyY/60lXDvb5pZc/s1600-h/bokeh-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/STEiDlgCX5I/AAAAAAAAAyY/60lXDvb5pZc/s400/bokeh-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/STEh8vCf3VI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/HLdwxOiqoC4/s1600-h/5-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/STEh8vCf3VI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/HLdwxOiqoC4/s400/5-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry, no pictures of me but I'd like to share the above pictures instead. Love the simplicity. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'd like to tag&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://hushbumz.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Angel Bumzie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.lealaurielle.com/blog/"&gt;Lea Laurielle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://kueee.blogspot.com/"&gt;KuE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3245381863847990737?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3245381863847990737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3245381863847990737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3245381863847990737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3245381863847990737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-tag.html' title='The Picture Tag...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/STEf4F2pkoI/AAAAAAAAAyI/RDAf9qNnnlU/s72-c/kulit+kacang+2-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-1875012440019198012</id><published>2008-11-28T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:47:57.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ain't Over, Till It's Over...</title><content type='html'>I thought I could jump to joy when Friday approaches. So I can escape from being stuck in traffic jam from 7ish in the morning, pushing off to KL and leaving office at 8pm. WIth the rain pouring heavily in the evening is another additional factor that contributes to me-being-stuck-in-traffic for 1hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no... I still have to be in KL office till NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILL ME... KILL ME NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, actually it is killing me, the traffic jam will contribute to migraine, headache then pushing my blood pressure up and will slowly but SURELY silently KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicking and Screaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-1875012440019198012?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1875012440019198012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=1875012440019198012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1875012440019198012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1875012440019198012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-aint-over-till-its-over.html' title='It Ain&apos;t Over, Till It&apos;s Over...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-5569197837250760182</id><published>2008-11-26T20:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:25:48.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursing and Kicking... I HATE KL...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I hate KL. No need for me to mention that twice. My close friends knows that KL will be the last place I would want to go if given the options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I purposely chose to work outside KL, which sums up how much of hatred I have to be working in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I hate KL because of the traffic only and nothing else. Like few weeks ago, I had to be in KLCC office for a week. I was already grumpy like an old granny. This week, I had to work in KL the for the whole week again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Arrgghhh... komeng ahhhhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back home from a terrible traffic jam and tired because of my work and due to my cursing while driving. There's one big long trailer almost 'seret' my car with the trailer!!! My poor baby CLK. And I just washed him and sent for grooming, looking so hansom and almighty... and almost kene seret! Setan punya treler! Because of that, I drove back home in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day... an important day for me to finally know the a clearer picture and wrap it up on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again, Same Ol' Shit, Different Day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-5569197837250760182?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5569197837250760182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5569197837250760182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5569197837250760182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5569197837250760182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/cursing-and-kicking-i-hate-kl.html' title='Cursing and Kicking... I HATE KL...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-2513032549174840408</id><published>2008-11-25T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:03:34.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Side Effect of Cellular Phone - Laziness...</title><content type='html'>25th Nov 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wna : bla bla bla..hehehe... bla bla?&lt;br /&gt;him : bla bla ? yeah, bla bla... hahahaha Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Incoming Call - MOM CALLING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wna : can I call you back? my mom is on the other line.&lt;br /&gt;him : oh, ok sure. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wna : hey, sorry. I have to go. my mom just bought my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;him : oh.. ok. where are you?&lt;br /&gt;wna : home&lt;br /&gt;him : where's your mom?&lt;br /&gt;wna : errr.. home. downstairs. hahahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;him : ok. (???) ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-2513032549174840408?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2513032549174840408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=2513032549174840408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2513032549174840408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2513032549174840408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/side-effect-of-cellular-phone-laziness.html' title='The Side Effect of Cellular Phone - Laziness...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8814153919055584956</id><published>2008-11-17T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:21:34.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Are The Flowers In The Garden Of Life...</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://kueee.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendship-tag.html"&gt;KuE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start copying here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265908244019511522" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqvAUd9VMwM/SRRDpeCVgOI/AAAAAAAABgQ/9qLtspsCu3E/s200/friendsbig_flower.JPG" style="display: block; height: 140px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and lovely are the blossoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;that are tended with great care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;by those who work unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;to make the place more fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and, like the garden blossoms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;friendship's flower grows more sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;when watched and tended carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;by those we know and meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and, if the seed of friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;is planted deep and true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and watched with understanding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;friendship's flower will bloom for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ccff; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;here are the rules for this tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; copy the badge and put it on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; link back who pass you this special TAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; spread this tag to at least 7 or more bloggers who you think you are friend with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end copying here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to TAG my other bloggers ( unfortunately, I only know a few):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://hushbumz.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Angel Bumzie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.lealaurielle.com/blog/"&gt;Lea Laurielle - Bila Akak Kene Tag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8814153919055584956?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8814153919055584956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8814153919055584956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8814153919055584956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8814153919055584956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-are-flowers-in-garden-of-life.html' title='Friends Are The Flowers In The Garden Of Life...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PqvAUd9VMwM/SRRDpeCVgOI/AAAAAAAABgQ/9qLtspsCu3E/s72-c/friendsbig_flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-1130695915140441935</id><published>2008-11-16T10:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:44:37.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Coming Back!!!...</title><content type='html'>She's coming back! She's coming back! My heart is screaming on the inside. I jumped to joy when I found out my long long time friend is coming back and bringing her cute little son - Elyaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially failed to keep in touch with any of my close friends during high school which includes her. Maybe I failed to understand why it was so important to keep each other updates. They were abroad for few years, except for Shai, who is living abroad. I've also failed to understand (till years ago) that she has a new home now. Akron is her new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I think there's nothing much to keep them updated because my life isn't exciting. Come on, what is the latest news? They probably rolled their eyes if they heard about my list of weird men that I'm dating. I mean, I don't want to tell them that apart of the list of men, there is nothing else going on. The only change in my life is men, and the rest is constant, maybe minor updates. Actually, I dont want them to know that I dont have a life. I mean my reader would know, what else other than my dating life that I write in my blog? Well, there's a little on the politics, little on my family, little on my job. Just very little. Maybe if I were in her shoes, I would understand how important it is to have your old friends from back home still remembers you by keeping in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... maybe I should share more about my career. Nahh.. that's boring. Who wants to talk about their job after working hours rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry, back to my friend. Yes, I can't wait to see her. And I can't wait to take lots and lots of pictures of Elyaz. And of course the picture of the girls all together again. I know I have gone astray but do you think they would forgive me? Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-1130695915140441935?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1130695915140441935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=1130695915140441935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1130695915140441935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1130695915140441935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/shes-coming-back.html' title='She&apos;s Coming Back!!!...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-4017966050693386589</id><published>2008-11-15T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:50:49.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Hope...</title><content type='html'>I saw someone who looked like Red in two separate occasion within 3 days, both times was the same person. The guy who looked like Red also noticed me. First, I saw him in Bangsar, then 2 days after, I saw the same guy in KLCC (I finally sent my Tiffany's for cleaning, yey!). Due to that incident or sign (whatever), I called Red the other night, he picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in the midst of cleaning up his room and doing laundry. He said ever since our 'talk', there has been a lot of things on his mind, his mind becomes 'semak' and just like his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, well cleaning up room is like therapy. I do that when I'm upset or angry. Because I need to be in control of something, so I will clean up my room." I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, ya. I tau you memang macam tu. I need someone to help me, emmm you tolong lipat baju boleh? Hahaha..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ewahh, banyak cantik muka you. Lipat lar sendiri. It's not my job, get a girlfriend or wife lar. She can help you with that area."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ye ke. Jom kita kahwin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wna, elo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tok Kadi mana yang bukak malam nie? You think it's like 7-Eleven? It opens 24 hours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you nak I masuk minang you or you masuk minang I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emmm... you lar masuk minang I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think you are the prophet of Muhammad S.A.W? And I am not even Siti Khadijah" I answered with a smirk on my face. Although he can't see me, I bet he knows I'm making one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alamak you nie. Buat malu i lar. Kejap I cari Sejadah, nak kene sembahyang nie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both laughed. He knows what I am looking for, someone who will be together with me to become a better Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How's your head? Still semak?" I asked, quite concern with his well being. Red is not much of a talker or able to show emotions, but he will describe it. I think he has lost the touch of re-connecting to a human being. He works in the Aircraft Industry. Do you think he might change into a robot soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It disappears now that I'm talking to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me out to watch Quantum of Solace, but I already made plans to watch that movie with another friend. Then the subject of who am dating came up. Erkks, something I want to avoid from answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we made plans to go out and I guess he's considering of giving it another shot. Of course when he raised the subject of status and etc, I'm gonna drive his head and bang it to the wall. No Mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-4017966050693386589?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4017966050693386589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=4017966050693386589&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4017966050693386589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4017966050693386589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/theres-hope.html' title='There&apos;s Hope...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-2018138939408817104</id><published>2008-11-13T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:40:11.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Intersection Of Our Journey...</title><content type='html'>I have these questions still spinning in my mind. Did we try to reconcile? Did we try enough? Did you try to save what we had? How did we lost it? How did it start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're now at this intersection of our journey. What would you do? Road to joy and bumps in life or road to ignorance and deletion of all we had. I think I've tried, but now I had to draw the line. I had to put my feet down somewhere and this is it.I leave the decision up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never turn back the hands of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-2018138939408817104?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2018138939408817104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=2018138939408817104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2018138939408817104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2018138939408817104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/intersection-of-our-journey.html' title='The Intersection Of Our Journey...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-5694607886592187953</id><published>2008-11-12T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:26:40.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off To Somewhere...</title><content type='html'>Next week, I'll be off to somewhere near the Ocean. Yes, I can't wait to be welcomed by the cooling sea breeze blowing to my face and listen to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore when waking up in the morning or going to bed at night. I will be there for work but I will definitely have loads of time to enjoy the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... It would be so relaxing, pampering myself with all the hotel goodies and facilities. Maybe there will be Night BBQ then ending the night with a Karaoke session?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will bring my baby 1000D. You and me are so gonna spend some quality time together. Together, we shall take wonderful pictures and lets show our readers how a great team we are eh, camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, if I have extra money for the air tickets, I will be back to Teratak somewhere up north by end of November. Teratak in front of the ocean, clear watercolor blueish sky and a beautiful coconut trees. And I will finally drive a Latio around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-5694607886592187953?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5694607886592187953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5694607886592187953&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5694607886592187953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5694607886592187953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/off-to-somewhere.html' title='Off To Somewhere...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-1201167575976595716</id><published>2008-11-09T01:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:25:25.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketika Kematian Menyapa...</title><content type='html'>La Ilaha Illallah, Muhammada Rasul’llah...&lt;br /&gt;Sayup sayup alunan suara&lt;br /&gt;Bacaan Yassin terdengar&lt;br /&gt;Dari para anak isteri saudara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekujur tubuh, berbalut kain putih&lt;br /&gt;Tubuhmu kelihatan kecil didalam kain kafan&lt;br /&gt;Amalan didunia adakah cukup&lt;br /&gt;untuk bekalan disana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap insan pasti merasa&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kematian menyapa&lt;br /&gt;Duniawi ini sementara&lt;br /&gt;Kerna pasti akan ditinggalkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taklin dibaca syahdu terasa&lt;br /&gt;'Tika tubuhmu rebah diliang lahad&lt;br /&gt;Diiringi doa dan tangisan&lt;br /&gt;KepadaNya kita pasti kembali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently dealt with death of people I know and care, and just two days ago my friend's father passed away. Our prayers will be with you. I wrote this to remind me - 'ketika kematian menyapa'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-1201167575976595716?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1201167575976595716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=1201167575976595716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1201167575976595716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1201167575976595716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/ketika-kematian-menyapa.html' title='Ketika Kematian Menyapa...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-5694549079999919700</id><published>2008-11-08T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:26:58.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles...</title><content type='html'>Oh Red.. Red.. Red... You are one mystery puzzle quest that is yet to be solved. I waited for Red to utter the three words since 1993, and he finally did few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just recently he says we're DIFFERENT? This is Red for you. He had gone back to reality. He started to say things like we're worlds apart i.e, I'm better - financially (oh god.. doesn't he know me at all? if i only I could give him to see my Bank Balance...), Status, Qualities, Papers and etc. WE'RE THE SAME PEOPLE for god sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have agreed to take some classes together. He wants to learn Mandarin and he prefers to have me as his study partner. So, I went to look and search for Mandarin Language Classes. Things were doing ok. I wanted to take another Classes on top of my current Professional Course.I wanted to learn music (Piano and Guitar), and language classes was never in the picture for me this year. But because he wants ME to be in HIS Mandarin Classes, I put my initial Project Plan aside. He says he wants to spend more time with me. Then he said those gibberish statement. I think this guy is having menstrual cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You take your time to think this through. If you think this is worth a shot, let me know" I said finally to Red, one evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me, then he just stare into space. I hope he doesn't expect me to begged for him or cry. This was not a game or a question about my ego. Everyone who knows me will say I'm egoistic. But it was not that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said about we're worlds apart, I'm just sad. Not even upset or angry. Just sad and probably disappointed a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given that many many years of friendship, he still doesn't know me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well.. next please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-5694549079999919700?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5694549079999919700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5694549079999919700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5694549079999919700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5694549079999919700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/puzzle.html' title='Puzzles...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-7542901575758059216</id><published>2008-11-07T11:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:31:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought - Can A Family Man With Salary Of RM3k Survive In Malaysia...</title><content type='html'>ot this from my best friend - Angel M.Crosbie. Food for thought. I have also write an entry about my survival during my dark days in my early entries - 2005. If you want to read it, you can search in my 2005 entries on the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SRTtzgys20I/AAAAAAAAAx4/NNFQxkaek7M/s1600-h/download.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SRTtzgys20I/AAAAAAAAAx4/NNFQxkaek7M/s400/download.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-7542901575758059216?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7542901575758059216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=7542901575758059216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7542901575758059216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7542901575758059216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-for-thought-can-family-man-with.html' title='Food For Thought - Can A Family Man With Salary Of RM3k Survive In Malaysia...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SRTtzgys20I/AAAAAAAAAx4/NNFQxkaek7M/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3158435580245581549</id><published>2008-11-06T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:28:11.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explain To Me This Scenario...</title><content type='html'>I was having one of the most expensive lunch buffet recently in Sheraton Imperial (abt rm110 each mind you and when the bill came, my eyes almost bulged out of my skeleton head) the other day and I saw this very weird scenario and I just can't compute it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Americans (a gent and a lady) and 1 French Lady and 1 Bangladeshi (who looks like the guy who works in a petrol station as well..errr... cleaning my windshield).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 'mat sallehs' all having a hell of a good time, eating and drinking their fruit juice while chatting with this young Bangladeshi, he's about 22 yrs old (early 20's I presume). Wearing abstract pattern brown shirt, brown pants and a very very shining sheemy polished black shoes. His hair, looked like swim to the lounge. His thick black hair was either wet or he put the whole Brylcreem on it. Looked awfully oily too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came another 'mat salleh', who stays in the hotel and stopping at their table to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 4 'mat salleh' at the table introduced the young Bangladeshi (by the way was wearing a gold colored wrist watch). The other 'mat salleh' was obviously smiling and shaking the Bangladeshi hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's taking us around to show Kuwalar Loompor, Maleyshea. Yeah, isn't that fantastic?" the American lady told the other 'mat salleh' gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's nothing. Hahaha..." Bangladeshi laughs while replying in his rich Bangladesh accent and the way he pronounced the words 'nothing', just like you watched on Bollywood movie, it comes with the hand gesture and the head tilted one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ne Peuvent Pas Attendre, he's showing us Treng Ganu" the French lady laughed with her had gesture up on the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell of my chair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3158435580245581549?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3158435580245581549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3158435580245581549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3158435580245581549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3158435580245581549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/explain-to-me-this-scenario.html' title='Explain To Me This Scenario...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8836762688279500886</id><published>2008-11-01T23:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:28:29.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Review : Burger Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ29vJ2kZiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Yfejc_zOuSw/s1600-h/Burger+John+011108+11a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ29vJ2kZiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tmdPd9npzmg/s400-R/Burger+John+011108+11a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symbol of being an American is probably a picture of a burger, fries and a cola. Straightforward, egalitarian, substantial, and good-natured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's forget about Gourmet Burger you have eaten at any burger joints - TGIF's, Chilli's, Delicious. Big, frily, and fancy burger bun. Also fast food burgers which includes McDonanald's, KFC, Cral's Jr, Burger King. Focus on all the burger stalls you may can highly find at most corner row of shops and especially there's a 24hrs convenient store like 7-Eleven. Small stall, modestly located and unassuming, swaddled in a wax-white paper jacket, which probably a throwback for some of the white collars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great burger, regardless of regional differences, instills a sense of optimism and fulfillment, that all is right at the table, screwed-to-the-floor, fast-food booth, or the plastic table and chairs hawker style. No Kobe. No knife and fork necessary-just an alfresco table, a bunch of napkins, and a can of coke. If you are enjoying it at home at its best, it eliminates the need for conversation or the urge to glance up at the news on TV. If you find yourself eating silently, eyes closed, ignoring everything around you, even the unavoidable burger-joint din, you have come upon a burger that can be pronounced a success. Pretty much burger heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ299p-ceZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/qeLmP_e7AoU/s1600-h/Burger+John+011108+3+a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ299p-ceZI/AAAAAAAAAwU/h5cqgOifkpc/s320-R/Burger+John+011108+3+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ramli Beef Burger across Damansara Uptown is always packed with his regular customers. They would wait for Brother John or in Malay is called as "Abang John" or address him as 'bro'. Once the burger was put on the griddle, it makes the sizzling noise that makes you can't wait to taste the delicious burger. Served on a squishy, supermarket-style bun that quickly becomes one with the juicy, crisp-edged meat. As for extras and condiments , there is everything the burger classicist needs: chilli/ketchup, mustard, lettuce, tomato, American cheese and it is always the secret sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His menu comes in variety of options on how you like to have your burger. Double, with egg or extra cheese. I think one of the secret besides the secret sauce that makes this burger taste heavenly is the way it is grilled and they slice the patty at the side, in to half open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ2-5SvAPsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/iL9jEeq4re8/s1600-h/Burger+John+011108+6+a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ2-5SvAPsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/-CCZAmY7SMY/s320-R/Burger+John+011108+6+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ2_AM0ADKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/KDZK9A8__y0/s1600-h/Burger+John+011108+9+a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ2_AM0ADKI/AAAAAAAAAw8/p474c4NW9pU/s320-R/Burger+John+011108+9+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ2--jJ4dJI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ouCFb3e6vzQ/s1600-h/Burger+John+011108+7+a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ2--jJ4dJI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Wr6TLalQ05Y/s320-R/Burger+John+011108+7+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This burger stall tip came from Julz. We were one day discussing about food to eat and I told her how much I would want to go to her side of town - ampang to buy those delicious Sloppy Burger. Then she said she prefers the burger stall in Damansara Uptown, near my place. I was in shocked to find this new information, that there is a burger stall that is good in Damansara Uptown. Days later, here I am queing up to taste her recommendations. Before me, there's a customer who ordered 2 beef burger special with cheese, then there's another customer ordered 1 normal burger, then there's a customer who ordered 18 burgers of variety of options that Brother John had to write it down on a piece of paper so he wouldn't forget. And then there's me - 4 burgers to go - 1 beef double, 2 chicken burger special with cheese and 1 regular chicken buger. Only if you know how long I had to stand there.  The person after me, ordered Hot Dog. So maybe my next visit, I will give this Hot Dog a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However on the other side of the coin, I get to see how "bro" and his friend, prepare and grill the burger. The techniques, the secret sauce and the secret dash of spices they used on the burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ2-aHwhj8I/AAAAAAAAAwc/eY_QgwEMp_I/s1600-h/To+Flickr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ2-aHwhj8I/AAAAAAAAAwc/ygv07xWS7EE/s320-R/To+Flickr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Should you want to give it a try, it is across Damansara Uptown Food Hawker Station, in between The Chinese Restaurant an CIMB Mutual Fund (Wealth Management) Bank. Yes, I know what you are thinking. I had the same thoughts too. My first question I look at him when I arrived at his stall was "Halal ke?". He replied "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mestilar halal dik, saya nie orang Islam.&lt;/span&gt;" I quickly apologise and explained why I asked (the obvious - is the location) and the fact that Brother John has a chinese look. The only turn off I can think of is the location of this stall, the rest, I still can deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my Verdict for Brother John Burger&lt;br /&gt;Taste : A&lt;br /&gt;Ambience : C (it's a stall on a longkang, so dont expect anything more)&lt;br /&gt;Location : Across Damansara Uptown, few doors away from the DVD shop, Selvan Book Store, in between the Chinese Restaurant and CIMB Mutual Wealth Management Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burger Heaven Ranking List:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Lan Burger&lt;br /&gt;Location : Near Taman Tun Pasaraya (TTDI, KL). At the end of the shop row, you will find a yellow ramli burger stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Brother John Burger*&lt;br /&gt;Location : Across Damansara Uptown, few doors away from the DVD shop, Selvan Book Store, in between the Chinese Restaurant and CIMB Mutual Wealth Management Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Sloppy Burger*&lt;br /&gt;Locaiton : Ampang, In front of Roti Boom (eatery place), and 7-Eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I still have a problem ranking between Brother John Burger and Sloppy Burger. Will try both on the same day and will get back to you on my final verdict and my interviews with the founder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8836762688279500886?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8836762688279500886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8836762688279500886&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8836762688279500886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8836762688279500886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-review-burger-heaven.html' title='Food Review : Burger Heaven'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SQ29vJ2kZiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/tmdPd9npzmg/s72-Rc/Burger+John+011108+11a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-266226138647989376</id><published>2008-10-31T19:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:29:25.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Who On Blogging World...</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder who's who in the mysterious world of blogging? Sometimes, I do get blog links recommendations from friends or stumble upon another interesting blog (which was rarely). Does that happened to you? As you read their blog page their story has become new interest to you. Hence, their life has become a new interest to you. They may create the story as they pick stories from the skies or they might actually tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The identity of the blogger will then become the next big question mark. Who is this person? How can he/she write so well? Does he/she has any experience in writing? Where he/she is working? They're location? Especially if the blogger profile or 'pen name' / handle, does not appear as their real name and they always remain as mysterious. No pictures of themselves, sometimes there were no pictures of any sorts, posted in their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder who is the mysterious woman/man behind "The Datin Diaries". The creator has a few blogs, which was totally different concept and story. Do you think this datin exist or just another story teller? A puzzle that is yet to be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Do you wonder who am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I thought I would never bump into anyone who is from the blogging world and especially my readers, but the whole of this week, today and this month, has proven that I was wrong. I bumped into TWO of them! Oh nooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, help me to figure out what do they do for a living on Who's Who Blogger List below (some of the blogs were from recommendations from friends/ other bloggers / stumble upon):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Datin Diaries&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://leez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.lealaurielle.com/blog/"&gt;Lea Laurielle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-266226138647989376?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/266226138647989376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=266226138647989376&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/266226138647989376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/266226138647989376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/whos-who-on-blogging-world.html' title='Who&apos;s Who On Blogging World...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8166196168399656694</id><published>2008-10-27T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:27:16.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Go...</title><content type='html'>If I died, would you even know?&lt;br /&gt;Just one little bullet, one single blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I to you, except a pain.&lt;br /&gt;If I were dead, you would probably gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who feels this way?&lt;br /&gt;Should I go on to see another day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused, my life's a mess.&lt;br /&gt;With death, comes no stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone even cry?&lt;br /&gt;I bet all eyes would stay dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could end it-&lt;br /&gt;If death was meant for me...&lt;br /&gt;I wish God would send it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Rachel Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="-moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; border: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8166196168399656694?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8166196168399656694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8166196168399656694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8166196168399656694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8166196168399656694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/should-i-go.html' title='Should I Go...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8209242903396967751</id><published>2008-10-25T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:04:53.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Represent...</title><content type='html'>One of my guy friend just told me he got selected for a contest in one of the TV shows. Well I hope he's gonna get to top 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is gonna buy me some of those famous dried mangoes and DVDs, Yey!!! He'll be back in two weeks! Can't wait to have my teh tarik gossip session and movies with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Young Contender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/318C9C45F6629B0B9FB2642D2F74B4A9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8209242903396967751?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8209242903396967751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8209242903396967751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8209242903396967751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8209242903396967751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-represent.html' title='He Represent...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-1383495678494267731</id><published>2008-10-25T08:20:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:14:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boring and Dumb 42 Questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Darlene tagged me on this and so here it is:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When was the last time you ran? &lt;i&gt;got chase by two dogs last week, so it's last week&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do your jeans have rips, tears and holes in them? &lt;i&gt;why? did you notice?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you dreading right now? &lt;i&gt;answering this 42 questions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you celebrate 4/20?&lt;i&gt; i don't do fourtwenty, i don't do drugs so i don't celebrate &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you saw your significant other? &lt;i&gt;no significant other, just dating. if that counts that it would be last week.. or does yesterday count when he goes online with webcam from overseas? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you get the full eight hours of sleep every night? &lt;i&gt;no, except when i'm sick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite current song? &lt;i&gt;syurga di bumi, love that kills me, sedikit olehku, pengguna wanita, rosak, bagi aku lebih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;8. If anyone came to your house on your lazy days, what would you do? &lt;i&gt;tongkang pecah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;9. Who last grabbed your ass?&lt;i&gt; i would say the closest was the two dogs who chased me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever been in your school’s band?&lt;i&gt; yes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you own a pair of Converse?&lt;i&gt; never own one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you copy and paste this survey? &lt;i&gt;duhhh... who sets this list of dumb questions anyway?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you eat raw cookie dough? &lt;i&gt;always and still do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever kicked a vending machine? &lt;i&gt;of course! I almost kicked one in kwsp when they didn't return my balance... @$%#$%!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;15. Do you hate it when a radio ruins a song by playing a slow one after it? &lt;i&gt;i guess it just you who is abnormal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you watch Trading Places?&lt;i&gt; If you are referring to my favorite movie starred by Eddie Murphy and Dan Aykroyd, then yes. Love all Eddie Murphy's movie at that era.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever stayed on line a long time waiting for someone? &lt;i&gt;on line as the phone or internet? i usually don't wait for anyone.. i'm online most of the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you ‘cocky’?&lt;i&gt; i'm not even perfect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;19. Could you live without a computer?&lt;i&gt; i tried few times, and i've survived (maybe because I've already have iPhone which I carry it around most of the time)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you wear your shoes in the house? &lt;i&gt;i'm hungry already lar, when is this dumb list of questions going to end?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. At what age did you find out Santa was not real? &lt;i&gt;it wasn't?&lt;/i&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;22. How many phones, house phones and cell phones are there in your home? &lt;i&gt;4 housephones and i dont remember how many other hand phones that is around - iPhone, tytn II, sony ericsson PDA, some other brands of phone - nokia, motorola and sony ericsson.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you do when you are sad? &lt;i&gt;depending, i'd like to be alone, look at the stars and the skies at nite from my bedroom window&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who would you call first if you won the lottery?&lt;i&gt; my mom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Last time you saw your best friend? &lt;i&gt;many months ago&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who, or What sleeps with you?&lt;i&gt; my bodyguard my cats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you still in High School?&lt;i&gt; I'm tired of answering your dumb questions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is anyone on your bad side now? &lt;i&gt;rite now, you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What jewelry are you wearing now? &lt;i&gt;none&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is the first thing that you do when you get on line? &lt;i&gt;check my mail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you watch Grey’s Anatomy? &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;stupid tv series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Would you ever wear a boy/girlfriends clothes? &lt;i&gt;next please...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where do you work? &lt;i&gt;white house&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What are you doing on Friday?&lt;i&gt; last nite was friday,&amp;nbsp; watched tropic thunder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Is Justin Timberlake becoming the next Michael Jackson? &lt;i&gt;definitely in dancing, but stardom? hmmm.. not even close...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite name for a girl? &lt;i&gt;any female muslim name that has beautiful meaning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite name for a boy? &lt;i&gt;iskandar zulkarnian yussof, or any male muslim name ends with yussof&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Will you keep your own name when you get married?&lt;i&gt; i'm not a christian nor western !@#$!#@$!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. When was the last time you left your house? &lt;i&gt;when i go to work smart ass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you return your cart (I assume trolley)? &lt;i&gt;most of the time, when i'm in bad mood i wont&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have a dishwasher? &lt;i&gt;wish I own one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What noise do you hear? &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/334/1CD90141F9A52F28553F5C10D36107C5.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-1383495678494267731?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1383495678494267731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=1383495678494267731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1383495678494267731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1383495678494267731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/boring-42-questions.html' title='The Boring and Dumb 42 Questions...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-4594912778543935078</id><published>2008-10-23T22:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:02:58.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Chicken Chick-Chick : Chicken Chicken Chicken...</title><content type='html'>Chick chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken. Chick chicken chick chicken chicken chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Translation : I'm having cold feet for presentation tomorrow. I hope I don't present this accidentally.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 346px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07620328283069795 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/yL_-1d9OSdk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yL_-1d9OSdk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yL_-1d9OSdk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here are the actual &lt;a href="http://www.cs.washington.edu/orgs/student-affairs/gsc/offices/old/433/PoCSi43302/papers/dougz.ppt"&gt;PowerPoint slides used&lt;/a&gt;, and here's &lt;a href="http://isotropic.org/papers/chicken.pdf"&gt;the technical paper version&lt;/a&gt; of the talk. You should probably watch the video first so as not to spoil it, though.&lt;/i&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/16292733-4594912778543935078?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4594912778543935078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=4594912778543935078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4594912778543935078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4594912778543935078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/chicken-chicken-chick-chick-chicken.html' title='Chicken Chicken Chick-Chick : Chicken Chicken Chicken...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6581224546967492080</id><published>2008-10-20T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:52:32.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Sick...</title><content type='html'>I have been sick for few weeks. Tolong lar Ya Allah. I can't stand having this cough, fever and asthma. I have difficulty to speak/talk, i'll end up coughing my lungs out. I still continue going to work as usual, but once I get home, i'll be on drugs ~~ ting tong ting tong ZzzzZZzz. Last week, I have been sleeping really early, like 6pm!! And yet, I'm still late for work the very next day. A math mystery that is still unsolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice has been consistent sengau for few weeks now. Arrgghhh tolong lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s : Was called for a meeting at one of my client's place. And the meeting venue (normally at 13th floor), now at 22nd Flr, at airil's floor. Gakkss... i was so afraid of bumping into him. However I did SMS him, told him I am at his floor, thank god he got caught in another meeting. Habis meeting, terus I cabut balik cepat cepat coz I know he would want to look for me and he actually did (received SMS from him "sorry. whr u? I jst finished my meeting. Which conf. room r u at?"). Dah lar muka tgh sakit macam panda kan, and went we first meet pun I was having fever so, I do not want him to know that I am still sick. Lariksss...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6581224546967492080?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6581224546967492080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6581224546967492080&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6581224546967492080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6581224546967492080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-sick.html' title='Still Sick...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-5825628753854146458</id><published>2008-10-19T19:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:06:06.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Photography...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SPsfzPRieWI/AAAAAAAAAuY/1i-ZB3HB5E4/s1600-h/181008+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SPsfzPRieWI/AAAAAAAAAuY/iOLT-SECe3Q/s200-R/181008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been involving myself with Photography world. I've seen many people who owns powerful dslr, tele-photo lense, macro lense, external flash and a very stable yet expensive brand of tripod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy all this with money, but skills unfortunately you can't buy or own in a day. I went through some flickr where they posted all their masterpiece, very few of them blow my mind away. I am sorry but sometimes you just don't have the gift. You can blame on the tools all you want, but you know that it is you who doesn't have the talent. Bad lighting, bad composition, bad techniques, bad camera settings and summary is bad photography. What a waste of money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SPse4VKN6GI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/mdCKYrGK1M0/s1600-h/181008+012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258830942986692706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SPse4VKN6GI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/mdCKYrGK1M0/s200/181008+012.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a friend who is a killer in photography. She's a very simple yet powerful photographer. Her work has been acknowledge by people around the globe. Just give her d70 and a portrait lense anytime of the day, she can produce an excellent shot. Now, that's a good photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photos above belong to WNA. I just don't know how to watermark it yet. I took those pictures for fun while trying out my new Canon EF 50mm f/1.8 II. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-5825628753854146458?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5825628753854146458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5825628753854146458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5825628753854146458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5825628753854146458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/bad-photography.html' title='Bad Photography...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SPsfzPRieWI/AAAAAAAAAuY/iOLT-SECe3Q/s72-Rc/181008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-1253730905273449026</id><published>2008-10-19T12:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:41:05.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakin' It Down...</title><content type='html'>I've decided to take some lessons on freestyle dancing and I am also scouting for Capoeira. Saw it few times on Samantha Brown's Europe Show and re-introduced by my photographer friend, it somehow lured me into want to learn this brazilian martial art that combines dance and art of self-defense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.combataircraft.com/aircraft/ff5e_p_06_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" src="http://www.combataircraft.com/aircraft/ff5e_p_06_l.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Red is busy making modifications on Tiger F-5E console somewhere in remote island, I am making myself busy with freestyle dance. My bro and sis laughing their ass off while watching little hypo trying as hard as she could sending message to all parts of her body. Being limber is tough, and that is how i learnt the importance of breathing. Having the right breathing can turn your stiff body to a very flexible body. Like bending down to touch your forehead to your knee. Pictures of Tiger F-5E were taken from CombatAirCraft.Com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From small to now, I have secretly try to  learn / dance to my favorite dance video such as KRU, n'sync, Shakira on Hips Don't Lie (i love it), Jessica Alba steps on Honey, Justin Timberlake, Stomp The Yard and now Womanizer. My dad was the one who actually trained me to be limber. He coached me to do some gymnastic when I was 3 or 4, in fact my mother wanted to send me to Bellarina School when I was 5. He also taught me to stand upside-down on my two hands and later walked with my two hands upside-down. Those days are gone now coz I've put on so much weight.I can't even carry my body using arms. He's a good dancer too - my dad, he used to do square dancing , foxtrot, tango etc. My mothers side was also very good at those kind of dance especially tango. Orang dulu-dulu memang terer menari, i think. And don't get me started on their fashion style like Jacqueline Kennedy, I still kept their pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to test my own limits. Just push myself to the limits and then only i can learn who and what I am capable of. Love to learn something new. The truth is I know that not in a million years I will be able to travel to America or Brazil. The closest I can get to these two countries is by learning the dance or Freestyle and Capoeira. Soon I will enroll myself to Salsa and Tap Dance. Why do I do this besides testing my limits? I would like to improve my upper body strength. 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Still, with the way markets are behaving, those of us who wear both the trading and investing hats could use a reason to smile right about now. On that note, here are some terms most of us should know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO = Chief Embezzlement Officer.&lt;br /&gt;CFO = Corporate Fraud Officer.&lt;br /&gt;VALUE INVESTING = the art of buying low and selling lower.&lt;br /&gt;P/E RATIO = the percentage of investors wetting their pants as the market keeps falling.&lt;br /&gt;BROKER = what my broker has made me.&lt;br /&gt;FINANCIAL PLANNER = a person whose phone has been disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;STANDARD &amp;amp; POOR = description of an investor's life in general.&lt;br /&gt;INSTITUTIONAL INVESTOR = a frustrated investor who's now locked away in an institution.&lt;br /&gt;MARKET CORRECTION = something that occurs the day after you invest in the market.&lt;br /&gt;CASH FLOW = the movement your investment makes as it disappears down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;UNIT TRUST = ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-5201962773752052191?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5201962773752052191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5201962773752052191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5201962773752052191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5201962773752052191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/investment-terminology-q4-2008.html' title='Investment Terminology Q4, 2008...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3309721486930789062</id><published>2008-10-16T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:41:27.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Admirers....</title><content type='html'>I just found out and realized that I have admirers. Fancy that? All this while, I have been going in and out of my client's office, never knew or notice that I have got eyes watching or admiring me. It happened during recent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/span&gt;, when out of the blue, there is this guy from the Finance Dept emailed me. He started with sending me interesting forwarded mails. First reaction when I received his mails - shocked and wondering how did he has my email address. Then I did reply to one of his emails, just a respond to him and how I do appreciate him putting me in his loop. He replied then emails shooting out between me and him began under the same subject title. This guy, let's call him Mr Accountant.. whom I met once in a while for some business transaction/payments, which I barely say anything to him except "Hi, I'm here for .... " and 5 minutes later I walked out the door. I probably smile to him most of the time during our short meeting. Post email - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we met, he smiles from one ear to another, but when he sat down in front of me for discussion, he doesn't talk much. I think I made him more nervous around me. Why would he be nervous? Oh and I think I have figured out how he has my email add - he got it from another girl whom I like to chat when I am there. She's from a different dept and different floor, she used to ask me if I am single and why was I single, and she did mention that I have few admirers ( at that time, i didn't know what she meant by that). I met Mr Accountant today, and yes he was nervous and then I knew he was one of my admirers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, out of the blue, another guy - Airil, which we met online, send me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;. The short version of how we met : about a year ago, he request for chat with me through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YM&lt;/span&gt;. Never met, but we swap photos. He looked like my former &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;collegue&lt;/span&gt; / boss whom I had a crush few years back. Why is this a surprise to me? He is working in the same company as that Finance guy. I never knew it till yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to call him after receiving his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;. That was the first time we spoke on the phone. We never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; each other although we swap numbers, never spoke on the phone either, just some very brief chat online for few times. When he re-introduce himself, he mentioned his name with the place he was working. Upon hearing my client's name, I laughed and told him that I have some business with his company. And he said HE KNOWS! In fact, he mentioned the guy's name that I recently dealt with (not from Finance Dept, another Dept, different floors). As he started to warm up to me (he is a shy type), i told him that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coincidentally&lt;/span&gt; I have an appointment at his place today. He suggested that we meet for drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we met for the very first time.  I don't know what was the real story behind this coincidence, but whatever it is I am glad he has the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;guts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and ask me out (in a way). We had our sorta first date today. When we parted (I walked him to the lift), he turned, smile and say "call me when you come here again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I couldn't get my ex colleague / boss whom I had a crushed on, I wouldn't mind going out with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus point :-&lt;br /&gt;Shy but easily/fast to warm up (when we have something in common to talk about - his company and his colleagues), kinda fair, not so tall, average Malay guy height, very nice set of teeth, nice smile, play football/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;futsal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus Point :-&lt;br /&gt;Academic Achievement - Low, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Self Confidence Low&lt;/span&gt; - take time ask me out, Mode of Transport - Errr... Bike? (jgn lar mat rempits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie Point - If he owns a good wrist watch (his watch was hidden under his long sleeves)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I pick my guy based on what type of watch he is wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the only guy I would want to mention in this article. However, I am also going out with Jeff, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Azwan&lt;/span&gt; and my high school sweetheart - Red.&lt;br /&gt;As I said in previous article in 2006 -"When a door closes, another door opens".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3309721486930789062?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3309721486930789062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3309721486930789062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3309721486930789062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3309721486930789062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/admirers.html' title='Admirers....'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8247003673826717264</id><published>2008-10-10T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:28:24.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret of Baby Language by Priscilla Dunston on Oprah Winfrey's Show...</title><content type='html'>I just love Oprah. I want to go to her show but I am just so far away and I have don't have enough money to travel. I might have enough money for a one way ticket with no return though. I wish I could just say Hi to her and tell her how amazing she is and how much she has touch my life in so many ways. Love you Oprah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've discovered this video few months back and today I'm welcoming Wan Natalia Amira. Congratulations M.Crosbie and Hubby. Joy oh joy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPXsoZ_F0SA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPXsoZ_F0SA&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8247003673826717264?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8247003673826717264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8247003673826717264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8247003673826717264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8247003673826717264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-of-baby-language-by-priscilla.html' title='Secret of Baby Language by Priscilla Dunston on Oprah Winfrey&apos;s Show...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3776478747366864771</id><published>2008-10-09T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:54:29.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Open Microsoft Office Excel 2007 Spreadsheets In Different Window...</title><content type='html'>If you are using the new new Microsoft Office Excel 2007, you will face the same problem as I've been facing since I have it on my system. This is a guide for you to free yourselves from the pain in the ass process where Excel 2007 only open all your spreadsheets in single window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found it on : http://myitkb.net/open-excel-2007-spreadsheets-in-different-windows/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double click on a Microsoft Excel 2007 spreadsheet and have Microsoft Excel 2007 launch a separate window for each Microsoft Excel 2007 spreadsheet that I open. In order to force Microsoft Excel 2007 to open separate windows for each spreadsheet that you double click on, do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Open my computer&lt;br /&gt;  2. Click on Tools, then Folder Options&lt;br /&gt;  3. Select the File Types tab&lt;br /&gt;  4. scroll down to the XLS extension&lt;br /&gt;  5. select advanced&lt;br /&gt;  6. Select open&lt;br /&gt;  7. Select Edit…&lt;br /&gt;  8. in the line that says "Application used to perform action:" ,&lt;br /&gt;     go to the end of the line and add "%1"&lt;br /&gt;     (that would be %1 within double quotes) so for example it may read something like&lt;br /&gt;     "C:\Program Files\Microsoft Office\Office12\EXCEL.EXE" /e "%1"&lt;br /&gt;  9. uncheck Use DDE&lt;br /&gt; 10. Do not make any other changes&lt;br /&gt; 11. Click ok and click OK again&lt;br /&gt;     (note if you go back into advanced and back into the open action, you will notice DDE is checked again, however the DDE message is blank; this is fine.)&lt;br /&gt; 12. Now scroll down to XLSX&lt;br /&gt; 13. repeat steps 5 through 11 above&lt;br /&gt; 14. Click on Close&lt;br /&gt; 15. Now, when you click on Microsoft Excel 2007 spreadsheets, they will open separate windows for each Microsoft Excel 2007 spreadsheet that is launched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: Microsoft Excel 2007 spreadsheet windows will open on top of eachother, so you will have to drag the windows in order to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3776478747366864771?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3776478747366864771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3776478747366864771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3776478747366864771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3776478747366864771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-open-microsoft-office-excel-2007.html' title='How To Open Microsoft Office Excel 2007 Spreadsheets In Different Window...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6332970202585943519</id><published>2008-10-05T17:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:27:22.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorant, Arrogance, Confused and In Denial...</title><content type='html'>I have bare these questions long enough, I think it is time for me to voice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Further Reduction 10sen petrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana Dia? I heard this from MalaysiaKini and in the news few weeks ago during Ramadhan - "A Further Reduction of 10sen as a 'bonus' for Rakyat Balik Kampung This Raya Eidulfitr".&lt;br /&gt;Question - Ok, first of all... 10 sen??? Ok, fine. A bonus is not the right word for your 10sen reduction, and it was just exaggerating to use 'bonus' word, don't you think? How does that help? It doesn't at all. Last few weeks, you go to the market to buy Santan or Coconut Milk at RM1.30, now it is at RM1.70 (I will dwell in this further in my next few points). Dear PM and Finance Minister - Obviously you are just too Ignorant, Arrogance, Confused and In Denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Additional Penang Bridge Project Cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I heard this wrongly but it was on the radio news saying Pak Lah's project for additional Penang Bridge was cancelled and the money allocated will be likely spend to help rakyat, not sure for what project. What project? If you have already awarded this project and project has already started, what will happen to it? How do you demolish it? Dear PM - Obviously you are just too Ignorant, Arrogance, Confused and In Denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Recession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over the world - Europe admitted they are going through Recession. US is facing another Economy Crisis. Small little country like us should face the music as well but you, my dear PM and Finance Minister - too Ignorant, Arrogance, Confused and In Denial to admit. We are going down. Our ship is sinking. You are busy wasting your time and energy on petty little things. It has been 7 months since March 08 General Election, where is the development. Time to put your differences aside and work TOGETHER! Stop harassing the oppositions. MYR against USD is 0.287208 or 1USD equalls to 3.48180 MYR. Wake up and smell the coffee! Admit it, we are at Recession. All the price of goods has increased tremendously! How much is the price of Ayam, Daging, Ikan, Beras, Tepung, Gula, Sayur, Cili, Bawang now my dear? Do you feel the pinch or busy counting your submarine comission? We felt it, the rakyat felt it, how come you didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SOiP_BA9thI/AAAAAAAAAko/OdcCzSX3TJI/s1600-h/myr+to+usd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SOiP_BA9thI/AAAAAAAAAko/OdcCzSX3TJI/s400/myr+to+usd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253607278094693906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Put the blame on Opposition, Reporter and Raja Petra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read few articles in MalaysiaKini and saw it on the news. Started from within BN - Ahmad refused to apologise, hence Pak Lah look like an idiot. BN/Umno supporter tear up Koh Tsu Kun's picture and did other unnecessary shameful-immature-retard behavior. BN/Umno call up for 'meeting tergempar' and the Result is - Tangkap Reporter from Sin Chew Jit Poh, Raja Petra and Teressa Kok. I don't see why the blame goes to these 3 poor innocent people. Talking about misuse of power. Why didn't use ISA on Ahmad or Koh Tsu Kun? Obviously, they are the one who started this mess. If you don't know how to face the consequences, never ever raise these sensitive issue. Please get the 101 Politics for Idiots book! Ignorant, Arrogance, Confused and In Denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Maybebank taking over 2nd largest Bank in Malaysia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I heard. I don't know how far it's true. Is this a wise action? If this is happening in near future, definately we are hitting recession anytime soon. Very High Rates in Unemployed, Crime will increase, more illegal immigrant, and it will hit inflation and GDP. Ignorant, Arrogance, Confused and In Denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. New Finance Minister and Slow PM Transition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like giving the country to the Pirates. Thank You! Ignorant, Arrogance, Confused and In Denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we want to hear your solution. Let's see more development. Let's bring our people together. Get more foreign investors  interested to invest in Malaysia. Don't tear us apart. Let's UNITE and MOVE FORWARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6332970202585943519?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6332970202585943519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6332970202585943519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6332970202585943519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6332970202585943519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/ignorant-arrogance-confused-and-in.html' title='Ignorant, Arrogance, Confused and In Denial...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SOiP_BA9thI/AAAAAAAAAko/OdcCzSX3TJI/s72-c/myr+to+usd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-4650807165434620916</id><published>2008-09-28T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:19:55.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Checklist...</title><content type='html'>I have been busy with my little own project for this Eid. I have sold many of my cupcakes, and have been busy baking kuih and other Raya Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list I have bake or cook done:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Melting Moment Biscuits&lt;br /&gt;2. Tart Nenas&lt;br /&gt;3. Biskut Semprit (bulat and rectangular shape)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cornflakes Biscuts&lt;br /&gt;5. Golden Cornflakes (Honey)&lt;br /&gt;6. Biskut Sarang Semut&lt;br /&gt;7. London Almond&lt;br /&gt;8. Mama Carey&lt;br /&gt;9. Ketupat Daun Palas Pouch&lt;br /&gt;10. Rendang To'k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pending list to be bake or cook today and tomorrow:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kuih Makmur Turun Temurun - we never do the cute Kuih Makmur that you see on cups, ours is shaped and size like a Karipap (curry puff)&lt;br /&gt;2. Kuih Bulan&lt;br /&gt;3. Biskut Almond&lt;br /&gt;4. Pulut for Ketupat Daun Palas&lt;br /&gt;5. Rendang Merah - Daging and Ayam&lt;br /&gt;6. Roti Jala (on 1st day Raya, I will cook them)&lt;br /&gt;7. Kari Ayam for Roti Jala. I prefer to celup my Roti Jala with Rendang Raya. Emmm.. Yummyy...&lt;br /&gt;8. Raya Cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to look for Kerosene for my pelita. I have got no time to even shop for Raya shoes, or even look for Kerosene. I still need to get the Raya Lighting up by today :( Oh busy busy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I light up some of my Mercun yesterday. I even tried Ketupat Mercun. Mak aii.. it was  so so blardy loud. Of course my mom was screaming from inside. I could only roll on the floor laughing.... will light more mercuns tonight. Watchout neighbours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-4650807165434620916?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4650807165434620916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=4650807165434620916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4650807165434620916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/4650807165434620916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/raya-checklist.html' title='Raya Checklist...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6631363405048245</id><published>2008-09-28T09:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:02:22.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Eidulfitr 1429 H...</title><content type='html'>I would like to take this opportunity to wish all my muslim readers Selamat Hari Raya Eidulfitr. May we all be blessed by Him and His Berkat. May we all learned something wonderful this Eid, and we have done lots of Ibadah for ourselves especially during the last 10 days of Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feeling sad as the end of Ramadhan is nearing.  I hope I will still be around for the next Ramadhan. Don't forget to pay Zakat Fitrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, please forgive me for all my wrong doings. I am just human afterall. Have a wonderful Eid. Those driving back hime, please dont forget to buckle up, dont speed because you are not Michael Schumacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XoXo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6631363405048245?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6631363405048245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6631363405048245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6631363405048245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6631363405048245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya-eidulfitr-1429-h.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Eidulfitr 1429 H...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-1429098116420555849</id><published>2008-09-22T01:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:31:41.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship - When The Journey Stops...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes to some girls, losing a friendship can be seen and felt like the end of an era, especially when she was your best friend. They come into your life just for temporary. They come into mine is to teach me something, a valuable lesson that I will continue applying it through out my journey in this life with other new friends. I lost few friends and my best friend in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with them, went through some rough patches in your life with them or theirs with you; has made you called each other - a sister you never had. You put them in your circle of trust and your Ya-Ya Sisterhood list. Then, disaster happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes friendships fade away naturally. She found a new life, you found a new life. You got a new bf, she found someone she wants to spend her life with. She's engage, you got a new job. Even there will be months of not hearing any news from either one of you, you still turn up on her wedding day, housewarming, her birthdays if you get invited. If you see her, you will try to catch up. It's not going to be the same, but it wont be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes friendship die in a moment. The eighth or ninth unreturned phone call or email. The time she forgot your birthday. A betrayal. Something that makes you realize, “&lt;em&gt;I just can’t do this anymore.  It’s not worth the effort, and it’s never going to be what I had hoped&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realized that had happened to me. The first was with a friendship that had been floundering anyway. There were unreturned phone calls galore, but what I have realized about unreturned phone calls is that I never figure out the friendship has died until later. I don’t sit around thinking, “&lt;em&gt;After five tries, I am going to give up on this friendship.&lt;/em&gt;”  It’s after the fact that I realize, “&lt;em&gt;That one time when I called and I had a gift I was trying to get to her and she never called me back, that’s when I emotionally gave up.&lt;/em&gt;” But it wasn’t even the unreturned phone calls that did me in this time. It was being somewhere where she gave everyone these fun pictures of things they had done together . . . except for me. I sat there, watching everyone else look at those pictures laughing and crying and reminiscing while having none of my own, and something inside of me died. Even with that blatantly obvious rejection, I didn’t realize I had quit hoping for more until I was planning for Eidulfitr Open House and I didn’t include her on the guest list. It would have been a given to include her a year ago, even six months ago. But today I realized that, unless things change with her, I’m not expecting the close friendship that I once hoped that we would have. And it’s because of the way I felt in that one moment. I didn’t know it at the time, but I can see how, in that moment, everything inside me shifted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other incident was when a friend of mine forgot my birthday. I know that forgetting a birthday isn’t that huge of a deal in the grand scheme of things, but it was another situation where it was forgetting my birthday &lt;em&gt;on top of &lt;/em&gt;several months of neglect.  A month after my birthday, I emailed her for &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; birthday, but I still haven’t heard back. I thought of my email as a last-ditch effort, but looking back, I knew it was over when I didn’t hear from her on (or around) my birthday. She’s the kind of person who is good about birthdays, so it signals more than just forgetting. It signals that I’m not a priority anymore. And . . . I got the message.&lt;/p&gt;In some ways, it feels like it’s easier to realize that you’ve given up and accepted how things are, or how they are never going to be. The first friend I mentioned - I am sure I will get an email or even SMS from her now and then, and I’ll respond, and then I won’t hear from her for months. Lather, rinse, repeat. The second one - I doubt we’ll be in touch much after this. Facing up to those facts is easier than deluding myself. &lt;p&gt;It’s not that it doesn’t hurt, because . . . it definitely does. But it’s better than lying to myself, and investing myself in people who don’t really care if I’m around. In a strange way, it kind of feels like a victory - I am not going to do that to myself anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-1429098116420555849?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1429098116420555849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=1429098116420555849&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1429098116420555849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/1429098116420555849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/friendship-when-journey-stops.html' title='Friendship - When The Journey Stops...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6058868701337188391</id><published>2008-09-22T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:38:14.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made - Pavlova...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SNZ3cz7fvfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ir5OpBRKzp0/s1600-h/Pavlova+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SNZ3cz7fvfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ir5OpBRKzp0/s200/Pavlova+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248513752606686706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did this today. Named after the Russian Ballerina - Ánna Pávlova, this is an absolute amazing dessert I've ever had. It was created during her tour in New Zealand or Australia. It is believed in many research today; that New Zealand is the main source for Pavlova. Thanks to Han for introducing me this great dessert. It will go into my A-MUST-TRY-LIST-BEFORE-I-DIE. (Pic - Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SNZ2KFmKZCI/AAAAAAAAAkI/TcwrATaDsBE/s1600-h/Pavlova+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SNZ2KFmKZCI/AAAAAAAAAkI/TcwrATaDsBE/s200/Pavlova+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248512331419903010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The more the crack, the better Pavlova is. It is crusty and crunchy on the outside, and the more you eat towards the middle part of it, it was soft, chewy and you would feel like eating melted Marshmallow. And the whipping cream also contributes to the wonderful amazing taste. I made my own whipping cream - no sugar.&lt;br /&gt;(Pic - Left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SNZ3ce1AY3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yzl2hndbdvg/s1600-h/Pavlova+009-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SNZ3ce1AY3I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yzl2hndbdvg/s200/Pavlova+009-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248513746942321522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The presentation may not look tempting (I need to work on it). I only had few strawberries in my hand, my kiwi was not green enough and I wish I had berries in my fridge. However, the look may mislead you. It was an amazing taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pic - Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An absolute YummyLicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6058868701337188391?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6058868701337188391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6058868701337188391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6058868701337188391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6058868701337188391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-made-pavlova.html' title='I made - Pavlova...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SNZ3cz7fvfI/AAAAAAAAAkY/ir5OpBRKzp0/s72-c/Pavlova+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-5821903169473318077</id><published>2008-09-14T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:45:07.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jetsons Cupcake...</title><content type='html'>Recent weekend, I have tested out something new. I did The Jetsons Cupcake, only 2 character from the family is missing - Astro and The robot maid. I am just testing it out for one of my customers order for this year's Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SM0xLPUri9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/ob8KNvvFsvQ/s1600-h/Mamma+Mia+Cupcakes+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SM0xLPUri9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/ob8KNvvFsvQ/s200/Mamma+Mia+Cupcakes+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245903210118089682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also made these just for fun. One of the character from "Nightmare Before Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SM0xLalnF9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/RU38UXGtZgE/s1600-h/Mamma+Mia+Cupcakes+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SM0xLalnF9I/AAAAAAAAAjo/RU38UXGtZgE/s200/Mamma+Mia+Cupcakes+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245903213141891026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-5821903169473318077?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5821903169473318077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=5821903169473318077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5821903169473318077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/5821903169473318077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/jetsons-cupcake.html' title='The Jetsons Cupcake...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SM0xLPUri9I/AAAAAAAAAjg/ob8KNvvFsvQ/s72-c/Mamma+Mia+Cupcakes+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-7753447386664565274</id><published>2008-09-08T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:31:39.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak Teruna Di Hujung Jalan...</title><content type='html'>One fine evening, my mom and I had a normal conversation. I was in the living room, looking for TV remote control to watch the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; : "I think we have new neighbour just down the road. Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheong&lt;/span&gt; rented her house to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anak&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bujang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..." (still searching for TV remote, didn't really give full attention to the subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they are working across the street. The other day I saw few of them walking to office"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... probably. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mak&lt;/span&gt;, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;happend&lt;/span&gt; to that Indonesian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sinotran&lt;/span&gt;. Did you record it for me, which DVD that you record it on.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;" (just changing the subject which shows how much I didn't really bother about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bujang&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months passed by, and I didn't really notice the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bujang&lt;/span&gt; boys living just down the street to mine. I probably did bump into them while driving back home, but I didn't really pay any attention to neither one of them. Most of the time, I will reach home at night or at odd hours so chances of bumping into them is very slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to make this story very very interesting, I have finally bump into one of them. I came back from work quite early 4.45 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bulan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;puasa&lt;/span&gt; working hours). Just reached my house, I stopped my car and look for my remote gate controller to open my house gate. While waiting for my gate to open , I saw this guy wearing bright &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fluorescent&lt;/span&gt; blue shirt, and black pants walking pass my house. I think the only reason I noticed him because of the bright blue shirt. Then my heart skipped a beat. "Amboi.. not bad looking... but a bit young. Hmmm.. he is probably 25.." Then I still continue studying him.. the way he walks, his hair style... "hmm very funky" I whispered to myself. Then I just realized my gate has opened like few minutes... then I noticed he was looking at me too. "Yikes" Cepat cepat I drove inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak dari hari itu, I try to go home early and I have been extra helpful around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Throwing Out Garbage Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak : "Wna... please throw the garbage bag."&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Oh.. ok... hang on.. I need to change" (ran up to my room after berbuka, quickly change to a nice decent top and jeans)&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Ok mak.. ready. Where's the garbage bag"&lt;br /&gt;Mak : "Eh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nak gi mana nie tukar baju semua. Mak mintak tolong buang sampah aje. Sampai tukar baju semua buat apa? Selalu pakai shorts je&lt;/span&gt;" (my mom looked confused)&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Err.. tak mak.. sekarang nie kan bulan puasa.. so I have to respect bulan mulia ini mak." (i took the garbage bag happily and went to throw it to the trash can in front of the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of the one particular young lad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Washing My Own Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was washing my car one fine later afternoon, then my cousin came to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz : "Eh eh.. wna. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rajinnye awak cuci kereta petang petang nie. Dah lar bulan pose. Tak letih ke?"&lt;/span&gt; (salam and hug, and a kiss on both cheek, the normal greeting we usually gave to each other)&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Eh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takde lar. Sikit je letihnye. Jemput lar masuk, mak ada kat dalam&lt;/span&gt;." (continuing with my car wash, hoping the young lad might pass by my house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard my cuz and mom talking under the porch.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz : "Aunt.. your daughter is so energatic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bulan pose pulak tuh&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Mak : "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ntah lar. Tiba tiba hantu mana ntah masuk badan dia. Rajin je nak basuh kete&lt;/span&gt;. Usually, she would send to the shop every weekend to wash her car. In fact, she paid few hundred for the membership. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siap &lt;/span&gt;polish and wax &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sekali&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (menyampuk) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bukan lar mak.&lt;/span&gt; I just need the exercise, that's why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cuci my own car&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only mak knows the reason of my sudden energetic is because of the new neighbour, I think she would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pulas my ear cukup cukup&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Makkkkk.. have you seeennn my adidassss joggingg pannttssssss??" I was shouting asking my mom where's my jogging track while I was ransacking my room.&lt;br /&gt;Mak : "It's at your second drawer on your left. Hish budak nie, aku nak rehat pun tak senang. Dah lar bulan puasa"&lt;br /&gt;Me " "Okkkkk.. Fooounnnddd iittttt!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after getting all my gears for my evening jog, I ran down the staircase and off to the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Ok makkk..bbyyyyyyeeeeeee..." (looking for my jogging shoes)&lt;br /&gt;Mak : "Eh, nak ke mana tuh. Nak berbuka kejap lagi nie"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Japp... I'll be back. I nak gi jogging. Just around the neighborhood." (while tying my shoe lace)&lt;br /&gt;Mak : "Hish.. ada lak bulan puasa nie pegi jogging. Kamu puasa ke tak?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Puasa lar mak. Mak jangan risau. Byeeeeeee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I went to, jogging at 5ish, the cloud looks heavy and about to rain but I still continue my jogging. Again, hoping to catch a glimpse of the guy that I saw the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Takpe mak. Let me help you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sidai baju&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Mak : "Haa.. macam tu lar anak mak. Rajin. Tak payah mak suruh."&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled and took the laundry out to the area where we usually hang all the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;While my eyes, kept glaring back at the young lads house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom who was watching me from the inside, notice I was looking to our neighbours house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak : "TENGOK SAPA TU" (my mom shouted from the inside)&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Err... Tak.. takde sapa" (continue my work till it is all done. Cepat cepat cabut masuk dalam rumah )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alar mak nie, kacau daun lar. Tak kasi chance langsung" I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My temporary madness. A good distraction and a good way for me to be extra helpful around the house. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-7753447386664565274?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7753447386664565274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=7753447386664565274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7753447386664565274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7753447386664565274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/anak-teruna-di-hujung-jalan.html' title='Anak Teruna Di Hujung Jalan...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-555706033008657762</id><published>2008-09-06T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:36:04.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Eidulfitr Preparations and Agenda...</title><content type='html'>I wish I have something exciting to share. Unfortunately, I don't. Still busy with work, but the busy word has dialed down for now. Probably it's calm before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 6th day of Ramadhan. I don't know about you, but I feel this Ramadhan will bring a deeper meaning for me. A celebration of success and joy. It is the first time in my life that I have fully replaced my previous b/f 'puasa' (qadha' puasa) last year. I was quite surprised that I did it! I am always weak to qadha' puasa. I always seems to fail every year, but not this year. Alhamdulillah. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercun - Aahh... "Bing Bang Boom" - it's a music to my ears. I haven't get a chance to buy any mercun, although I did pass by Keramat, and saw that they have started selling on first day of Ramadhan. Can't wait to get my hands on those baby. I can even imagine the screaming sound coming from Mak. She probably screamed because of all the noise I would be making, could angered my neighbours. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya Cakes and Cupcakes - I need new inspiration. I need I ideas! I am supposed to make 15 cartoon characters for one of my client. I have solved 1, 14 to go. I should practice it today. I have to make the icing and start playing with it. Like a child given coloring book, that's how i felt everytime I start practicing the art. And cakes, hmmm... I will try to figure out making 3D Ketupat on my cake. Start practicing the writing and lettering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasar Ramadhan - I haven't got the feeling of going to Pasar Ramadhan. I'm probably tired and would not want to squeeze myself with the crowd. I prefer to cook at home for my buka puasa. I am practicing eating healthy food. Healthy food is always best prepared at home. I am still on my mission to slim down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuih Raya - Oh dear.. I have to go to the confectionary store to buy all the tepungs, gulas, telors, conflakes box, cookie jar and butters. Then off to market to get Fresh buah Nenas to make Nenas Jam from scratch. I have to look for daun palas for my ketupats (ketupat daun palas / triangle ketupat). Oh ya, every raya, we always gave few type of kuihs to Mak Su Jah and Izzah. They usually love our kuih raya. (pasal sedap lar, of course) This year would probably be different a bit. Well, uncle is now in Parliment (congrats uncle), whilst Mak Su Jah busy taking care of Cucu and Izzah like her father, busy with Parliment and Keadilan agenda. Hmm.. maybe I should gave them my cupcakes... hope they love 'em. Mak Su Jah will surely ask me what is the ingredients. Don't worry Mak Su Jah.. I have double check.. it is all halal.. including my Vanilla Extract! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju Raya - I have sent like 5 kain/materials to my tailor in Taman Tun. I do not know her quality of work, knowing me - the most fussiest person in the family, I hope she doesn't dissapoint me. I am paying an awful lot of money for her workmanship. I have another 2 more materials, which I will send to another tailor. Usually she would come to my house every year to take measurements and the materials. Our men tailor has already come to the house a week before Ramadhan starts. So that is already in processing. I have no theme this year, just like every year. My brother suggested we all make "Brown" as our theme this year. I haven't found any nice brown color for it, so I will be the odd one out this Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby love - 1000D - Yes, I am taking Photography course! Learning from my friend who is a professional photographer. Learn from the best, to perfect my art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Car ? - Well, I might get my car from Langkawi. I am already thinking of migrating to Langkawi. Get a piece of land (or maybe we already have one) and just settle down there. Opps.. probably that was one of my unrealistic dream that I kept confusing with the reality. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open House - Anyone knows a good roast lamb from which I could order? Maybe a good catering? I want to get Group Base to cater my order this year, but I have to check with my bank if I can afford it. If not, masak sendiri lar... it just that I still need to cater just the roast lamb... :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Curtains - Sent and keeping my finger crossed that it will be ready before Raya :- { They just billed me, I saw the amount owed, terus pengsan on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My LazyBoy Couch and awesome HDTV - The cats haven't figured out how to destroy my LazyBoy. Yesterday, one of the little terrorist vomitted on my Lazy Boy. Thank god, I've covered the seats. I wanted to almost kill my little terrorist, but I didn't have the energy to do so. (thank god it's puasa). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-555706033008657762?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/555706033008657762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=555706033008657762&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/555706033008657762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/555706033008657762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/raya-eidulfitr-preparations-and-agenda.html' title='Raya Eidulfitr Preparations and Agenda...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6434000842085448177</id><published>2008-09-02T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:18:33.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Ramadhan and Selamat Berbuka Puasa....</title><content type='html'>Salam Ramadhan to All Muslims, I hope this Ramadhan will bring a deeper meaning to us and hopefully we will turn to a new leaf. Don't eat too much for berbuka, don't forget to go to Terawih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To non-muslims, enjoy all the lovely food at the Bazaar Ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to join me for berbuka puasa? I would like to take this chance to know other bloggers and my readers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Berbuka Puasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6434000842085448177?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6434000842085448177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6434000842085448177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6434000842085448177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6434000842085448177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/salam-ramadhan-and-selamat-berbuka.html' title='Salam Ramadhan and Selamat Berbuka Puasa....'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-2410933260054390248</id><published>2008-08-31T09:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:59:25.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Zero to Something...</title><content type='html'>Like I mentioned before, I took Professional Course - The Art of Culinary. But now, my course is concentrating more on Cake Decorating Module. Well, to tell you the truth, I have NEVER baked a cake, NEVER! I don't even know how to hold the piping bag, hold a spatula, work the Kitchen Aid (kitchen mixer thingy something like a blender but it mix the dough and stuff, Kitchen Aid is the brand), let alone preparing my own ICING of do FROSTING! Oh gawd, what did i enroll into?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I took this course, this is the list of 'Kacang Putih Sap Sap Soey" I can make, bake and prepare on my own:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Milo (duhh...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Maggi (duhh...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Nasi Putih (duhh...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Telur Dadar with Cili Padi and Bawang (duhh...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Kari Ayam (not duhh... pretty good at it, my ex housemate would Raved about it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Roti Jala (very very nice and fine, I will do this for this coming Raya, maybe 1st day Raya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Some BBQ stuff (you can ask those who have tasted my BBQ last Raya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Steaks / Lamb Chop - I love 'em medium rare, don't like 'em Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. French Fries (The best french fries you can find, even McDonalds would take their hats off to me... seriously)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Biscuits - Choc Chip and etc (mix the dough with my own hand, old style)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Some pastry - Like Cinnabon (mix the dough with my own hand, old style)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Roti Air Panas - The turun-temurun resipi tradisi - my family well kept secret, you eat 'em with Telur Bistik Black Paper (own style), unfortunately I don't know how to make Telur Bistik Black Paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Nasi Ayam (Chicken Rice) - The best and the longest food I have prepared in my entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Ayam Goreng (Fried Chicken) - Different type of Ayam Goreng, this are the type of ayam goreng, which you can find in Indian Mamak Restaurant. It's Red in color and has some spices. Juicy and Tender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first assignment, we're supposed to bake and bring the cake to class. "Oh shit!" I thought to myself. "Ok, not to panic. Not to panic. It's easy peasy" I told myself again. Went home, study back all the techniques, skills, theory that I've learned, I think I am ready to bake a cake. I rewind my memory back to when my Lecturer showed how to make the Frosting and Icing."Ok, I think I can handle this. It's just a cake"I told myself. So there I go, dash off to the nearest confectionary store with the recipe list in my hand. So not professional aren't I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl Shop Helper : Hi, Welcome. Can I help you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Yeah, actually I'm looking for errr.. shortening, butter, milk and emmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl Shop Helper : Sure, what kind of shortening? We have few brands. But don't worry, it's halal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Errr... (what kind of shortening? On my recipe only says cup of shortening. Doesn't say what brand or what kind)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl Shop Helper : And butter. We have unsalted butter and salted butter (looking at me smiling).. we sell all range of butter. If you are using it for cakes, cookies, usually it requires unsalted butter. What brand do you prefer? SCS? Fern? Lurpark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Errr... (how can there be so many choices and category? My recipe only say few hundred grams of BUTTER?!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl Shop Helper : Milk, we have low fat milk, fresh milk, full cream milk and all kind of brands. There's goodday, nestle, HL, imported milk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Does it really matter? (i look at my recipe again, it only requires 2 tablespoon of MILK! Just 2 tablespoon for god sake... and again it was not being specific)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shop girl just look at me with a blank facial expression. Then I heard another customer came in... she look and greet the new customer as how she greeted me. I guess I am hopeless now for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Let me check the recipe again. Thanks for the help!!! (waving at her, while running out from the shop as quickly as possible) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn... i didn't know baking a cake can be soooo errr... hard? And next time in class, I have to ask more questions. Throw more questions with another questions to my lecturer. I should have all the specifics I need. Fresh Milk? Low Fat? Salted? Unsalted? Shortening? Brands? Differences? So, knowing I would need help in the kitchen, I can only think of one person who can help me with all these matters. My mom. My rescuer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to today - I have baked few cakes and dozen of cupcakes from scratch. Not only that, I can also prepare my own frosting and icing. All 3D design on the cupcakes, I can do it with alot of practice and get more ideas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am getting better, i must say. Look at the picture below:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SLq-eKwYa6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/D52XUxbWudE/s200/my+cake+edited.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SLq-eFJBFFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/fW7s6w3m-jI/s1600-h/final+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SLq-eFJBFFI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/fW7s6w3m-jI/s200/final+cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240710540384343122" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, now I'm dreaming of having my own business from home. In fact, I just got orders for 30 cupcakes for Hari Raya Aidilfitr!!! 15 clown/cartoon design, and 15 for any other designs!!! Yippee.. and that is only from 1 customer!!!&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/16292733-2410933260054390248?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2410933260054390248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=2410933260054390248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2410933260054390248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/2410933260054390248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-zero-to-something.html' title='From Zero to Something...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OWcY8oCaA/SLq-eKwYa6I/AAAAAAAAAjY/D52XUxbWudE/s72-c/my+cake+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-3087626493209370162</id><published>2008-08-29T21:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:34:42.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Kept My Tears Inside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear MF,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been two years and umpteenth month since I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caught you with her&lt;/span&gt;. Don't think that I didn't know you how long you have been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleeping with her behind my back&lt;/span&gt;. I was naive, wanted to believe that what you whispered to me was true. I just believed with everything you told me. Then I found out, you kept me there because you were scared that I'd become much more than you could handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finally built up the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strength to walk away&lt;/span&gt; from you, I don't regret it. Don't get me wrong, if I cry not because that I loved you, but because I still feel the pain. Still a little depressed inside, but I fake a smile and just deal with it. Still protective about the people I let inside my life. Still defensive about running my own life. I did what I could to survive from this feeling, miserable and misery. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Misery loves company. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;I couldn't believe this is what it had became to my life, flickering like a candle. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still kept my tears inside because I knew if I started, I'd be crying for the rest of my life. &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You put the blame on me and accusing me 'cheated' on you, I knew something was up so I played along then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I caught you with your pants down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;You have murdered me from then on. You never uttered the word "I'm sorry". The dreams we built, has shattered into thousand of pieces. I don't know where to begin to pick up the pieces, but I had too. It will take me sometime, but I will get there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw your picture posted, you look happy with her. Seems like you two do suit each other. Son of a Bi-otch + Bi-otch. Don't think I don't know the rumors she's been telling everyone, that I tried to steal you from her. Don't think I don't know you told her I was just your friend and nothing more. Let me get this straight bi-otch, I am not the other woman. But now you can have him all to yourself, He is your problem now. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Remember, what goes around, comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can forgive you but I won't forget, every day I had to live with this but I'm not gonna let them get the best of me. So, please stop emailing me. Stop sending me sms that you missed me. You asked me who would want to love me? Well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I wish both of you well and all the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the magnificent,&lt;/div&gt;wna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-3087626493209370162?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3087626493209370162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=3087626493209370162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3087626493209370162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/3087626493209370162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-kept-my-tears-inside.html' title='I Kept My Tears Inside...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-140343497364620809</id><published>2008-08-26T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:34:49.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syabas DSAI, Syabas PKR, Syabas Permatang Pauh...</title><content type='html'>Refering to http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/88579, Anwar Ibrahim has manage to secure his seat in Permatang Pauh, but with an increase votes of 2,283 as compared to last General Election in March 2008. 2,283 more than Wan Azizah Wan Ismail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this message means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rakyat has spoken, we want change, we want new economy, we want justice, we want REFORMASI!&lt;br /&gt;2. Dirty tricks or Wayang Kulit showed recently did not manage to gain Rakyat's trust, especially in Permatang Pauh. However, it has more destruction. BN/Umno is a shinking ship, waiting to be sunk. All aboard or All Abort???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Anwar Ibrahim, Wan Azizah Wan Ismail, Nurul Izzah and all Anwar and Wan Azizah's Family. We have won!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-140343497364620809?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/140343497364620809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=140343497364620809&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/140343497364620809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/140343497364620809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/syabas-dsai-syabas-pkr-syabas-permatang.html' title='Syabas DSAI, Syabas PKR, Syabas Permatang Pauh...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-8361637014860985025</id><published>2008-08-25T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:17:48.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditch Off Nikon, Hello Canon EOS...</title><content type='html'>So I have finally bought my first DSLR. After much weighted my decisions on D60 or D40, I have given up with Nikon, Sony list and was considering Canon EOS seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chose Canon EOS Rebel XS or Canon EOS 1000D. It's the look and feel of the body (some say its plasticy, I still prefer Canon body over D60 or D40 which feels very compact, small and light). The design is as 450D, with 7 AF point, built in motor, it comes with spot metering (also known as partial metering), evaluative metering and center-weighted average metering. 7 scenes,  and most importantly gorgeous picture color because it gave natural color, unlike D60, it looks fake due to the saturation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it all goes back to your personal choice and opinion. It true that you need to touch and feel the camera before deciding. No matter how many months or years it will take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera chose you, not you chose the camera. Just like in Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-8361637014860985025?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8361637014860985025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=8361637014860985025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8361637014860985025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/8361637014860985025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ditch-off-nikon-hello-canon-eos.html' title='Ditch Off Nikon, Hello Canon EOS...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6248809745469240797</id><published>2008-08-23T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:56:52.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Other Dirty Tricks Have You Got On Your Sleeves?...</title><content type='html'>We have witnessed a lot of current gov dirty tricks to topple Dato' Seri Anwar Ibrahim. They are :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Saiful sodomy charges against DSAI  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still using their old 1998 dirty tricks? We are already tired  of  hearing 'em. We already know Saiful and Saiful's Fiance Family Tree and how it is LINKED to ROSMA! Just look at what Mumtaz (former Malaysia Sprinter) is driving now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Perak's Exco Member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACA contrary claims of the two, never was captured at hotel nor approved the said 180 million housing project as reported in Malaysia Kini. They have been released on Bail (by right I don't think they should charge them bail) and now going to file RM100 Million summon if there were no public apology made to him and family for false accusation against him on the paper within 24 hours. How can a newly set up Gov such Perak has 180 million BUDGET?!! And who the HELL caryy RM100,000 cash in a bag for TRANSACTION at A HOTEL? Have not heard of TT or Cayman Island Account or Swiss Bank?  Doesn't it sound so DRAMA MELAYU MINGGU INI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Petrol Price Dropped 15 sen before official announcement during Merdeka Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest Dirty Tricks, gov has suddenly announced yesterday that petrol price will be reduced  from RM2.70 to RM2.55 per liter by mid-night. Before this Badawi said there will be special announcement for Rakyat on 31st August 2008 when Malaysia will be celebrating Merdeka Day. Is this the last card that they have? Of course not. But reducing the petrol price few days before Permatang Pauh by-elections has proven that they are desperate?&lt;br /&gt;For further information on Petrol Price - go to http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/88353&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other dirty tricks have a I missed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6248809745469240797?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6248809745469240797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6248809745469240797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6248809745469240797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6248809745469240797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-other-dirty-tricks-have-you-got-on.html' title='What Other Dirty Tricks Have You Got On Your Sleeves?...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-7926884722824142812</id><published>2008-08-23T08:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:33:40.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened To These Cases...</title><content type='html'>What happened to these cases:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Terengganu Crystal Mosque (Masjid Kristal) and Terengganu Monsoon Cup - It seems that the Margin of RMXXX Million of these 2 projects alone was used to finance the March General Election?&lt;br /&gt;2. Bala - First they don't know where he is, then they manage to trace him, then they lost him?&lt;br /&gt;3. VK Lingam - What is the status of his case? Where is the rest of the video which I thought as reported in either Malaysia Kini or Anwar's Blog that there are more to come?&lt;br /&gt;4. Ex-Menteri Besar Selangor - What is the content of the files that was shredded or took out from office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other pending cases that we still want to know the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why suddenly these hot cases just disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-7926884722824142812?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7926884722824142812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=7926884722824142812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7926884722824142812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7926884722824142812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happened-to-these-cases.html' title='What Happened To These Cases...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-6556132453151943506</id><published>2008-08-20T07:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:20:02.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Saiful Think...</title><content type='html'>I have read a few articles on Malaysia Kini, that was written about Saiful and also contributed from few other bloggers. So I am not going to repeat what was mentioned there. I want to say something to Saiful and I hope you will read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you thoroughly thought about the circumstances of your action? Of course you did. Have you not thought the impact that you have give to Anwar? Of course you did. The risk you are taking? Of course you did, when you were blinded by the offerings. Probably you were being promised some kind of award for your action. But did you know what you have said and claimed, you are not just trying to ruin Anwar and his career? But you have also probably affected his family? His wife well being? Have you not thought about his kids feeling and their well being too? How are they going to face friends in school/college? Obviously, this was not the first time for them, but it unnecessary for them that they had to go through 1998-2004 where it was 'not-so-comfortable-honky-dory-the sky-is-blue' experience, again. Didn't you think that maybe they are lil' traumatized by it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Anwar's relatives? Have you not thought about them? Yes, they can just smile and say to others 'Alar, biasalar BN/Umno, just another their dirty tricks', but have you thought just for a moment, that you have probably ruined them too? Have you thought that for one second about their  fear? Did you know that every day, they du'a to Allah to take care of Anwar and his family. Sometimes, afraid to think that history will repeat itself? Maybe today they might 'saja-saja' (without solid proof) arrest Anwar, just like how it happened in 1998, where they came with helicopter, they smashed the window and door and take him away just like he was the worst criminal in Malaysia? Then while, he's away, who will take care of his family? Only God knows, how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cursed the day you were born, and I am sorry, I have also cursed your 'ayahanda'. How dare you insult Anwar, his family and PKR, took an oath without 4 witnesses as according to Islam processes? I know what I've said may sound like I am not a good muslim, but you have hurt us, deeply. You are a disgrace to the Malays and I am ashamed because you are a Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it didn't give tremendous impact to Anwar and family or relatives. Maybe. But you have done enough.... probably enough damaged. I hope I will live the day to see you, where you will have to pay for all you actions and lies. Just remember, Baginda was once Najib's wingman or very close friend/assistant, but where is he now? This might happened to you. End up in jail, and no one is there to help you. Even worst, no one will pity you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-6556132453151943506?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6556132453151943506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=6556132453151943506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6556132453151943506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/6556132453151943506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/think-saiful-think.html' title='Think Saiful Think...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16292733.post-7410755980405803301</id><published>2008-08-19T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:48:56.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anwar Broke? as published in MalaysiaKini...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Malaysiakini report @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://malaysiakini.com/news/88004"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://malaysiakini.com/news/88004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from http://malaysia-united.blogspot.com/2008/08/anwar-broke-malaysiakini-report.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share my views / stories about Anwar Ibrahim and family. I am not answering on behalf of him, and with this I hope I didn't cross any line. So please don't get me wrong. He is not broke. Yes, the car belongs to his father, but I think that would be pak metua most probably - Datuk Ismail. Some of the electricity bills were sponsored, I can't tell you who or which organisation, not sure if this still continues. Yes, most campaign will need donations from public. Izzah did study in Uniten, Ehsan in Australia, while Ilham, Iman (if I got the name right, I am always confused with the two and the other one... oh god please don't let them know I forgot my... errr their name) schooled in washington while Anwar was invited to be the lecturer there, while the rest is schooled here. Overall, I wouldn't say Anwar is rich or broke either. The family don't spend lavishly, but probably have enough savings to survive in future. The kids were taught to live moderately since they were young, and my god, they are so humble, compared to other Menteri kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard of Anwar's kroni or Anwar's money in overseas, except there was accusition but I don't believe it and it was not proven. Although I have seen a long list of most Cabinet's money in other off-shore account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my two cents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://shots.snap.com//client/inject.js?site_name=0" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16292733-7410755980405803301?l=wnalifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7410755980405803301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16292733&amp;postID=7410755980405803301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7410755980405803301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16292733/posts/default/7410755980405803301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wnalifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/answer-to-anwar-broke-as-published-in.html' title='Anwar Broke? as published in MalaysiaKini...'/><author><name>author</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
