<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623</id><updated>2009-10-13T13:02:20.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahlian</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-7054908019564897857</id><published>2007-03-26T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T09:31:13.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you are faced with unexpected truth and knowledge (which you would rather deny and not know), how do you deal with it? Has everything changed or has nothing changed at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they say ignorance is bliss. I wish I had that luxury now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-7054908019564897857?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/7054908019564897857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=7054908019564897857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/7054908019564897857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/7054908019564897857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-you-are-faced-with-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-1644799208373616732</id><published>2007-03-18T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:56:42.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An email from a client:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to thank both Ah Lian and you for making the efforts and doing a great job for the presentation of concepts to both the landlords of The Gardens and The Sunway Pyramid. I think our relationship is working towards the right direction and I appreciate it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-1644799208373616732?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/1644799208373616732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=1644799208373616732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/1644799208373616732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/1644799208373616732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2007/03/email-from-client-i-would-like-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-563816990638316882</id><published>2007-01-29T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:44:53.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>American Idol is back! I have a life again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random mumblings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way back from Jusco after doing some CNY shopping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Whoa! Imagine, you're almost 40!&lt;br /&gt;my brother: What? My age or my waist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the car, talking about my motorbike riding skills.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bf: Last time you ride bike like this, hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;(straightens arms and body rigidly)&lt;br /&gt;me: Where got?? Who said???!! You go and belief those blokes ar!&lt;br /&gt;the bf: Hahahah! I can just imagine...everybody siam when they see you...KY, K****  tengah makan, B****** kaki cramp, all will run like hell when they see you....it's like, if they see you and cow dung in their path, they'd rather kena cow dung than to get hurt....hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;me: @$#($(%&amp;(&amp;amp;%#(@!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On designing a bedroom for a 90 year old man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lady: This is actually a guest room but for now, it is going to be used by the client's 90 year old father who is in a wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;me: So we should have some allowance for the wheelchair to have a comfortable turning radius at the wardrobe area right? But that would affect the symmetry of the overall layout and design....&lt;br /&gt;the lady: Oh the client said to prioritise the design....he said his dad would only be using it temporarily..&lt;br /&gt;me: Wow they have another house?&lt;br /&gt;the lady: Errr...he didn't mean it that way.....when he said temporary, he meant....&lt;br /&gt;me: OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad and his first gift of bak kua this year from the bf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: When I go to Sabah, I'm gonna lock this in my room. THIS IS PRECIOUS COMMODITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the pizza place with friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WL: WAH!! Look at the wind! So strong!&lt;br /&gt;B******: I can't see wind. Can only feel.&lt;br /&gt;WL &amp; me: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On msn with an ex-colleague.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I can't believe I'm in my mid 20s!!&lt;br /&gt;ex-colleague: I can't believe I'm already mid life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new obsession. Bubble Breaker! (a.k.a Jawbreaker). The bf is trying his very best to break my current record of 1386 (*haulian face). Nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is coming! Yay! The only thing missing now is a new handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is coming. The only thing missing for some people is a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johor was hit by the worst flood in 100 years. It's like God is washing away all the sins of the state. They have the highest crime rate in the country. They have weird and sick cases of rape and murder. They have the worst drivers (Penang comes second, trust me. They are just stupid. JB drivers are stupid AND inconsiderate AND stupid AND ah bengs AND stupid, oh I said that already?). They make KL drivers look like saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andriy Shevshenko is so hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-563816990638316882?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/563816990638316882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=563816990638316882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/563816990638316882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/563816990638316882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2007/01/american-idol-is-back-i-have-life-again.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-1799460089094021687</id><published>2007-01-12T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T01:52:18.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so happy because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I finally got my notebook. A kick ass gigantic piece of electronic device so heavy (okay, it's a 17", I need it to be big, and it also comes with the number pad, as I use that a lot) that the bf doesn't even classify it as a notebook. LOL! And I kinda got more than I bargained for. They upgraded my hard disk (I somehow find it difficult to type that word without thinking of something else that's obscene) from 120G to 160G, upgraded my processor from a Core 2 Duo T5500 (1.66) to a T5600 (1.83) and to top it off, they even upgraded my graphic card from a 128 to a 216! All because the model I wanted has been replaced by a newer one (but at the same price la of course, if not I wouldn't be so happy right?). Oh, and I managed to squeeze a 1G Kingston thumbdrive and an optical mouse from the boss. Heehee! Kegembiraan yang tak terhingga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YAY! I can now go surf at Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;The BF: Errr, you think the table can hold your machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I managed to get return tickets to Tawau for only RM130. Thanks to AirAsia's 1 million free air tickets promotion that's going on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- I can finally see some kind of improvement with my 3Ds. Maybe it's the notebook (rendering time is shorter and I can finally try out more canggih-manggih lighting and rendering effects without crippling the computer), or maybe it's just psychological, or maybe I got lucky this time. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I finally got my payment (although partial) for a job that I have been doing since May 2006!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost 2am, I am so tired, have to get a presentation out by tomorrow night, yet I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, happy, happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn I suddenly remembered that I have to go get my car alarm fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-1799460089094021687?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/1799460089094021687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=1799460089094021687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/1799460089094021687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/1799460089094021687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-so-happy-because-1-i-finally-got.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-6634671487749348533</id><published>2007-01-02T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:55:49.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got up from an afternoon nap (one of the perks of working on your own, bwahaha!). But unfortunately, the rest of the world is fully awake at that time, and they all decided to sms me within that one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna do more kiosk proposals?"&lt;br /&gt;"Can c transactn history wat."&lt;br /&gt;"Mo pi ikealah. My fav plate dah pecah. Mo pi tak?"&lt;br /&gt;"Will email tomorrow. Suppose to go bp sometime after 10 jan. You wanna go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the last sms kinda got ingrained in my brain as I tried to continue my afternoon snooze, cos a few seconds later I found myself dreaming that I was on site in bp (batu pahat) and was busy taking site pics. Everything went well until I started taking pics of the ceiling. Apparently the architect decided to retain some part of the original structure, which was an indian temple previously. So you kinda get bits of those indian deities stucked at the ceiling. Okay, not that I am afraid of indian temples but it is kinda freaky la in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, who the heck would wanna retain an old indian temple structure to build a condominium?&lt;br /&gt;Then after taking pics, my mom and grandma appeared from nowhere and started feeding me with all kinds of nyonya kuih.&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this freaky bit about buildings being reused is due to another bit of info tucked somewhere in my brain (I should discard useless info like these man, taking up space). Anyway, there is this hotel in Malacca, which I shall not name, that was previously a hospital. Now, how sick is that right?! I wonder what became of the morgue. I hope it has not been turned into some kind of presidential suite or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I'm getting goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, images of Jack Nicholson in The Shinning is now playing before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood gushing from the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH STOP IT!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I so totally love this song right now. Show Me Heaven by Maria McKee. Go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-6634671487749348533?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/6634671487749348533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=6634671487749348533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/6634671487749348533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/6634671487749348533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-got-up-from-afternoon-nap-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-2776171740404310712</id><published>2006-12-31T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:17:34.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While the rest of the world is busy jollying, preparing for New Year's Eve, here I am, blogging away while I'm waiting for yet another piece of 3D to render.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at my 2006 New Year's Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Achieve my financial target (i.e getting filthy rich-yea rite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be slightly less broke now, but I'm waaay off mark from being filthy rich.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Points awarded to self: 0.2/1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Reduce people bashing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cannot lah. Not when you are exposed to JB drivers and TV shows like MMB and Cornetto Love Perhaps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Points awarded to self: 0/1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Reduce the amount of items that I can possibly destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A slight reduction, I think. Other than the toilet flush handle (which was kinda flimsy anyway), and someone's car, I think I have been pretty careful this year (or at least that's what I would like to think, I don't care!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Points awarded to self: 0.9/1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Be a 3D Artist God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, I may not have reached God-like levels yet (dammit, I should set my expectations lower), but I finally managed to render an almost realistic looking 3D this morning. Yeap, on the last day of the year! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Points awarded to self: 0.6/1 (Must be modest a bit la, notchet reached God-like level)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Do something about my wardrobe so that clients wont see me as a kid/aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh. I did do something to my wardrobe, but not enough. If I were to do a whole revamp, I would not have even scored 0.2 for resolution #1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Points awarded to self: 0.01/1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-Learn mandarin. Good enough for me to be able to carry a decent conversation with a hawker seller without having them ask whether i'm chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can now sing TWO mandarin songs as compared to last year's ONE song. And hawkers have stopped asking me about my race.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Points awarded to self: 0.5/1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SCORE: 2.21/6&lt;br /&gt;That's like 36.8%.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, if I were to base my score with the normal grading in schools, I would have gotten an F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-2776171740404310712?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/2776171740404310712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=2776171740404310712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/2776171740404310712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/2776171740404310712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/12/while-rest-of-world-is-busy-jollying.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-5699771847424693479</id><published>2006-12-21T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:20:04.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYpDh5wNYrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MA3Oxwo1tDA/s1600-h/21122006106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010891785120866994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYpDh5wNYrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MA3Oxwo1tDA/s200/21122006106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dear 17 inch crt monitor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please wake up. I really need you. Please, please don't die yet. I know you are old and your time is almost up, but PLEASE don't give up just yet. I need you for just one more day (okay, i ALWAYS say that) but i always meant it with all my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr cpu would be very sad and dissapointed if you left us all, just like that. He is there, all started up, ready to go, waiting for you. He fought a battle and almost had to go for good (choi!), if you can remember clearly, but he bravely overcame it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please do not be upset by Mr old vaio laptop (may he rest in peace). He was already ancient when he came to us, and I guess the Malaysian weather was just not agreeable with him (after being in Japan for so long). Besides, his chain-smoking, coffee-drinking companion just abandoned him like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is a computer God out there, PLEASE let my monitor live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From your very sad and depressed companion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AO&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/18860623-5699771847424693479?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/5699771847424693479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=5699771847424693479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/5699771847424693479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/5699771847424693479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-dear-17-inch-crt-monitor-please-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYpDh5wNYrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MA3Oxwo1tDA/s72-c/21122006106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-6763433640952557199</id><published>2006-12-17T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:59:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My money is draining like water this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to console myself by thinking that the bulk of it is spent on books. Which is true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But STILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to install Autodesk Viz 2007 (being the kiasu person that I am, I MUST have the BEST and LATEST! muahaha!) only to realise that the rendering concept is SO FREAKING DIFFERENT from Autodesk Viz 4!&lt;br /&gt;I almost died trying to finish the Esprit presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Dah la it takes so bloody long to render one piece of shit, it turned out so ugly some more!&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I decided to part with RM200++ for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQfCpwNYkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZFfJakDpUSs/s1600-h/0470072725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009162815971091010" style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQfCpwNYkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZFfJakDpUSs/s320/0470072725.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope it will help me in my quest of becoming a 3D God. Hahah! (One can't help but wish right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, an interesting note about MPH bookstores. If you are living in some ulu place (like me), and you can't get the book you want, you don't really have to go ALL the way to KL or something. All you have to do is ask the person if there is one available in another outlet and if there is, they will courier the book to you, at no extra charge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alternatively, you could always order through Amazon.com. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am still kicking myself for not doing that as it would have costed me approximately RM70 less but I am not about to admit that to the bf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, the MPH girl actually remembers me and knows my name! (My life is so sad, MPH girl knows my name also so excited). And anyway I can always deduct from my income tax. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway it has been ages since Stephen King last published a horror novel, so when I saw Cell I just HAD to get it. Some more it was so brand new, with really nice sharp edges and not a crease on the cover. And it had a 15% discount on it. And after conversion (I got it from Singapore), it was still slightly cheaper than here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQkdpwNYlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8o82yeJE9rg/s1600-h/cell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009168777385697874" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQkdpwNYlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8o82yeJE9rg/s320/cell.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there was this book that I have been eyeing for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQk7pwNYmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qw8Y8bu9xpc/s1600-h/9780060570156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009169292781773410" style="CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQk7pwNYmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Qw8Y8bu9xpc/s320/9780060570156.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MPH was having a 20% discount!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw TIME having an article on design and styles (with additional pull-out!) one week and another week it was about monkeys and human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQl3JwNYoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Gn38X_fxMeg/s1600-h/0470072725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009170314983989890" style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="100" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQl3JwNYoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Gn38X_fxMeg/s200/0470072725.jpg" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQmAZwNYpI/AAAAAAAAABE/TSUTjmuve9o/s1600-h/cell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009170473897779858" style="CURSOR: hand" height="99" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQmAZwNYpI/AAAAAAAAABE/TSUTjmuve9o/s200/cell.jpg" width="65" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQmGpwNYqI/AAAAAAAAABM/htdFabzQUC0/s1600-h/9780060570156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009170581271962274" style="WIDTH: 53px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="102" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQmGpwNYqI/AAAAAAAAABM/htdFabzQUC0/s200/9780060570156.jpg" width="59" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; + 2 TIME mags = RM 350++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOB! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to those of you who are expecting xmas gifts from me, dream on la eh! Haha! But if you feel like giving me gifts, I don't mind. Heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was chatting with an ex colleague about her housemate, mr underwear. The reason we call him mr underwear is because he doesn't seem to bother taking out his undies from the washing machine. So gross rite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;and my brother is probably envious of mr. underwear cause mr. underwear gets to do a managerial job from start. no need to go through all the nitty-gritty work&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;but he sounds like an ass&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;lol mr underwear is an ass&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;he is an ass lah&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;an ass who cant park properly&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;ihv not even met him and im already calling him an ass&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;u make me say bad things la&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;and xmas is coming!&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;its ok. my mom's good friend also thinks mr. underwear is an ass without having met him&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;you know, mr. underwear offered to drive me back to kl&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;wooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;just u? what about ur bro?&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah lor. just me. he didn't care about my brother&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;i said my brother couldn't take leave to go back for christmas&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;he is hitting on u!&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;he's an idiot&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;lol! ass and idiot&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;can it get any worse?&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and a dork, maybe&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;he looks dorky too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;dont follow him back for this xmas!&lt;br /&gt;Ex-colleague says:&lt;br /&gt;i won't! i rather take the coach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much for the xmas spirit. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be so mean sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/18860623-6763433640952557199?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/6763433640952557199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=6763433640952557199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/6763433640952557199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/6763433640952557199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-money-is-draining-like-water-this.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQfCpwNYkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZFfJakDpUSs/s72-c/0470072725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-2477416298690768787</id><published>2006-12-08T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:36:09.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I broke my toilet flush handle. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coughing like crazy right now, contaminating the laptop's screen with my tainted saliva. And I sound like a man who wants to be a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abang nak bergembira malam ni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's not very funny when you're trying to explain things to the contractor, who cant understand english well (and the drawing, for that matter), who requests for you to speak mandarin and at the same time, trying to suppress your cough (and wishing you could just scratch your throat with your bare hands goddammit!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that irks me:&lt;br /&gt;1- Bragging ex-coursemates.&lt;br /&gt;2- Ex-bosses who purposely forgets to pay.&lt;br /&gt;3- Coughing and sore throat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-2477416298690768787?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/2477416298690768787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=2477416298690768787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/2477416298690768787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/2477416298690768787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-broke-my-toilet-flush-handle.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-5919583529656654746</id><published>2006-12-03T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T13:40:45.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been advised by the doctor to stop talking too much if I want to heal faster. I started to laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't joking.&lt;br /&gt;And as I glance wistfully at all that glorious keropok ikans sitting on my mom's kitchen counter, I kept thinking, how the heck am I going to survive tomorrow's consultant meeting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, someone gave me a new toy to play with. It takes nice pictures and I've set Metalicca's Nothing Really Matters as my ringtone. Haha! I so like. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-5919583529656654746?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/5919583529656654746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=5919583529656654746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/5919583529656654746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/5919583529656654746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-been-advised-by-doctor-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-5719736025060278072</id><published>2006-12-02T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:28:20.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Insert 3D Viz CD.&lt;br /&gt;*Click, click, type, click.&lt;br /&gt; Wait. Runs to laptop to chat, surf.&lt;br /&gt; Runs back to PC.&lt;br /&gt; Crack. Starts software to check. Shuts down.&lt;br /&gt; Remove CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert AutoCAD CD.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert Photoshop CD.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert Vectorworks CD.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do as much work as possible before the PC decides to die again.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat whole process if it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-5719736025060278072?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/5719736025060278072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=5719736025060278072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/5719736025060278072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/5719736025060278072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/12/insert-3d-viz-cd.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-116471203127306252</id><published>2006-11-28T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:04:50.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was so pissed. My work pc finally decided to die yesterday. I suddenly felt like my whole world was crumbling. Thoughts of files that has not been backed up flashed through my mind. Needless to say, I lost most of the work I've done for the past one month. I pray that they will not ask me to ammend anything from the previous jobs.&lt;br /&gt;But heck, it could have been worse. I could have lost MORE files if I had not done a backup a month ago. So, I should stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson to be learnt here: ALWAYS do backup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter (and more domestic) note, I baked my first cake today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT IS THE MOST FOUL TASTING, HARD AND UGLIEST CAKE IN THE WORLD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is supposed to be for someone's birthday. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson to be learnt here: Unless you're Jamie or Nigella, and if you are not well equipped with kitchen gadgets and a bake-smart brain, NEVER attempt to try to DIY your own cake. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually typed out quite a mean paragraph about an ex classmate who just got married, who is so suaku (according to LeNgLuI), who detailed each and every step of her marriage and honeymoon in her Friendster blog and photo album (she makes it sound as if the only objective in a girl's life is to get married), whom I did not like much during school days anyway, BUT, as I am on the righteous path of getting myself out of going to Hell, I shall retract my words. Bwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a day is gone and I have not even done a single bit of work. ARGH! I am procrastinating! It is getting harder and harder each day, trying not to succumb to that darn TV or that i-cannot-put-down book, or chatting/surfing/blogging online for that matter. Especially when projects are slow and not rushed. I am getting to be such a lazy cow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go get a bite now, by myself. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Ignore my drama and misery. I am just trying to get use to working flexi hours from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-116471203127306252?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/116471203127306252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=116471203127306252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116471203127306252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116471203127306252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/11/was-so-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-116350990404319152</id><published>2006-11-14T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:11:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The BF: I think you should rest.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, later.&lt;br /&gt;The BF: No, I think you should REALLY go rest. (Gives my body/boob a weird look)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? (Looks down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing my baju inside out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-116350990404319152?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/116350990404319152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=116350990404319152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116350990404319152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116350990404319152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/11/bf-i-think-you-should-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-116345225153678982</id><published>2006-11-14T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:10:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attended a wedding last weekend and had many *ahem favourable comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah lu eh ca bo peng yu sui eh"&lt;br /&gt;*Flattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She knows how to carry herself"&lt;br /&gt;*Lagi flattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ego was at an all time high when my brother told me,&lt;br /&gt;"Eh B*** L** was asking about you, wanted you to jadi his model, but I told him you were not free."&lt;br /&gt;"WHEN? MODEL FOR WHAT? YOU TOLD HIM I AM NOT FREE? HOW COULD YOU????!! AAAHHHH...!!! I COULD HAVE BEEN FAMOUS BY NOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno, dunno, dunno. Eleh, sekali model for amoi.com ke apa or he probably wanted to finish of his film or something."&lt;br /&gt;*SIEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he did not say what kind of model, I would like to think that I could have had my face splashed all over some mag like VOGUE or V mag. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;*Flattered tambah perasan now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was relating all this dengan perasan yang flattered and tak malu langsung to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course la they say good things about you. Takkan they wanna say you are ugly right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-116345225153678982?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/116345225153678982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=116345225153678982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116345225153678982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116345225153678982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/11/attended-wedding-last-weekend-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-116330966155818894</id><published>2006-11-12T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:34:21.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be doing my show units but I am procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am out of ideas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-116330966155818894?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/116330966155818894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=116330966155818894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116330966155818894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116330966155818894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-should-be-doing-my-show-units-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-116310576639415653</id><published>2006-11-10T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T04:56:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My poor pc. It is struggling to render the final piece of shit. I can almost hear it wheezing and coughing.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I am getting old. Can't stay up late as much as I used to. During my zaman muda-muda dulu, I could last for four days with only about 6 hours of sleep total. Now, one night also macam mau mati only. And I have noticed wrinkles under my eyes. Tambahan pula, got eye bags lagi. HOW HOW HOW! Maybe I should laugh less, so that my face won't scrunge up so much.&lt;br /&gt;Akibat cannot wait to watch The Prestige at the cinema, I decided to go pok nasib at the DVD shop.&lt;br /&gt;(Forgive me for my bad hanyu pinyin spelling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVD Seller: Siao ceh, ni cao sen me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ni you The Prestige ma?&lt;br /&gt;DVD Seller: Ha? Sen me ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The Prestige&lt;br /&gt;DVD Seller: The Pre..?&lt;br /&gt;Me: PresTIGE&lt;br /&gt;DVD Seller: The Practice?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The PRESTIGE.&lt;br /&gt;DVD Seller: The Patriot? OHH! (yells to his colleague) The Patriot you ma??&lt;br /&gt;DVD Seller's Colleague: You you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how The Prestige can become The Patriot la, but anyway it was kinda funny, and I think this is how people around me feel when I mispronounce words like "chi fen" for chicken rice and "wen wo" for "ask me" but ended up saying "kiss me" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, after all that hassle, they do not have The Prestige. Penat only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, rendering's done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-116310576639415653?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/116310576639415653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=116310576639415653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116310576639415653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116310576639415653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-poor-pc.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-116290005025615009</id><published>2006-11-07T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:47:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know how I'm gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 35 storey office tower block sitting on a five acre site to model and render by Thursday. (Which I have yet to start)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to come up with the layout plans for two show units by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of ammendments to do from ex-boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may lose a potential job if I am not able to go up to KL by this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pc has been acting up. I think it is on the verge of suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not settled my EPF, SOCSO, car transfer, all that shit that you need to set up a company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever said being your own boss is easy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-116290005025615009?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/116290005025615009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=116290005025615009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116290005025615009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116290005025615009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know-how-im-gonna-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-116265765758952664</id><published>2006-11-05T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:27:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is one year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy one year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Throws confetti. Jumps with joy. By myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are both hungry AND sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;Go online, chat with friend until you get so sleepy, it overcomes your hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaha Hadid is having an exhibition at the Singapore Art Museum. I MUST GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job. Yes, again.&lt;br /&gt;I am now the head of the ID department. In my brother's firm.&lt;br /&gt;Flexi working hours (but not necessarily less), maximum annual and medical leave, and we are thinking of having a 3 day work week. HAHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-116265765758952664?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/116265765758952664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=116265765758952664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116265765758952664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116265765758952664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-blog-is-one-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-116075153018769710</id><published>2006-10-13T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:58:50.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weeks later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it like working in a design and build company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crappy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to convince my boss to get that kick ass Pentium Duo Processor pc with 2 gb of ram?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got it, but I have to share, yes, i repeat, SHARE it with my colleagues!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the office toilet like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, not very poop condusive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get mugged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not yet. But there were lighted jossticks at my car last nite. Freaky sial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have free flow of internet access?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get to use msn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will my fellow msners miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LeNgLuI missed me so much that she fell sick on my second day of absence from msn. Took MC for 4 days straight! Hahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, from home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will it take for me to reach my office (35 km, on a highway, on a working day)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 freaking hour. I calculated, that's like 12 hours per week. Imagine, i spend half a day on the road per week with idiotic, uncivilised JB drivers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have to work late a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, from home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've given my boss my two week notice.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just extend it to the end of this month, since it is raya after all, and i am in such a charitable mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-116075153018769710?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/116075153018769710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=116075153018769710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116075153018769710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/116075153018769710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/10/two-weeks-later.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-115941982703103342</id><published>2006-09-28T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:03:47.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second last day at work and I am beginning to wonder about my next job (which starts next Monday and which I am beginning to regret for not taking a break in between jobs. Dedicated worker la konon, haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it like working in a design and build company?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to convince my boss to get that kick ass Pentium Duo Processor pc with 2 gb of ram?&lt;br /&gt;What is the office toilet like?&lt;br /&gt;Will I get mugged?&lt;br /&gt;Will I have free flow of internet access? Will I get to use msn? Will my fellow msners miss me?Will I get to blog?&lt;br /&gt;How long will it take for me to reach my office (35 km, on a highway, on a working day)?&lt;br /&gt;Will I have to work late a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such silly, trivial thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday as I was driving back, got caught in the jam and my body was driving in autopilot mode, so my mind started to wander again (I think this is how accidents happen, I wouldn't recommend it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if I died tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so morbid, I scare myself sometimes. Anyway, since it was a very long drive back from work yesterday,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will I die? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to die tomorrow, it would definitely be due to some kind of freak accident (knowing how uncoordinated my limb movements are, and heck, I was driving in autopilot mode for God's sake!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I still "be around" or do I just die and dissappear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just died and dissappeared, it would be such a shame. I would have liked to see what my funeral would have been like. And see how many people attended and sincerely grieved for me. But then again, if I were still to "be around", it would hurt so much to not to be able to touch, or hold or talk to the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to think,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have I done so far?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then decided that I am not yet ready to face death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.s Oh by the way, just in case, I am an organ donor and I would like to be cremated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-115941982703103342?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/115941982703103342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=115941982703103342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/115941982703103342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/115941982703103342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/09/second-last-day-at-work-and-i-am_28.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-115873900673335855</id><published>2006-09-20T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T15:56:46.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My colleagues are actually throwing me a farewell party. Going to the extend of a poolside BBQ party. They must be so glad I'm leaving. Haha. Or either that, they finally have a reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've started to jog. BWAHAHAHAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-115873900673335855?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/115873900673335855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=115873900673335855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/115873900673335855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/115873900673335855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-colleagues-are-actually-throwing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-115863032167748832</id><published>2006-09-19T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:48:54.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bloody hate to be taken advantage of!&lt;br /&gt;F*** YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my so called "niceness" is being taken for granted as a yes. Can't you bloody people get a HINT?! Wouldn't it be BAD when i actually give you a BIG FAT NO?! Think I got nothing better to do is it? I CANNOT BE DOING THINGS FOR FREE MAN! THINK I DON'T HAVE TO MAKAN IS IT?!&lt;br /&gt;SHIT ASS PEOPLE....F***KING ASSES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, I feel like I am partly to be blamed, which makes me feel even more STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;STUPID STUPID STUPID!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've billed him! Damn it feels good! (20 September 2006)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-115863032167748832?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/115863032167748832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=115863032167748832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/115863032167748832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/115863032167748832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-bloody-hate-to-be-taken-advantage-of.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-115742762402562597</id><published>2006-09-05T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T11:40:24.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally found out why I couldn't blog from work. I had somehow set my security settings in such a way that I could not access blogger.com. But I so smart, I figured that out, so now I'm happily blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bloody one hour 20 minutes to reach my office this morning. Jam gila sial! Actually it has been that way for the past few days and my guess is it will continue for the next 5 years? Colleague said that they are building yet another flyover. Mak oi! Anyway, not that it will make much difference to me, as I've quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ahlian the Interior Designer is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a pretty decent ID job that pays enough not to make me whine so much. Only downside would be its 35-km-one-way distance and the extra half day at work on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you win some, you lose some I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as if the jam was not enough to dampen my mood, an msn tomodachi sent me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.autoworld.com.my/forum/allposts.asp?summary=1&amp;Forum=ap895436763&amp;amp;access=2&amp;status=1&amp;amp;subject=The+world+learns+Malaysians+are+morons%2E"&gt;http://www.autoworld.com.my/forum/allposts.asp?summary=1&amp;Forum=ap895436763&amp;amp;access=2&amp;status=1&amp;amp;subject=The+world+learns+Malaysians+are+morons%2E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeNgLuI says:&lt;br /&gt;make tea tarik&lt;br /&gt;LeNgLuI says:&lt;br /&gt;haha..so funny&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;imagine go ALL the way to space&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;to make teh tarik&lt;br /&gt;LeNgLuI says:&lt;br /&gt;cos u cannot expect them to go there and solve the black hole mystery rite?&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;LeNgLuI says:&lt;br /&gt;he might not be able to remember the solar system&lt;br /&gt;LeNgLuI says:&lt;br /&gt;give an easy task, coming back rakyat malaysia can scream for joy&lt;br /&gt;LeNgLuI says:&lt;br /&gt;mission pharking completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh tarik. Milo ais. Roti canai. Whatever makes them happy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since the last update, I've learnt and discovered that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-The male species is generally dirtier than the more evolved female.&lt;br /&gt;2-The male species is generally lazier when it comes to housework.&lt;br /&gt;3-Alizee is one hot french chick. With really infectious songs.&lt;br /&gt;4-I won an INXS CD. Nevermind that I already have that CD. Nevermind that I actually wanted their concert tickets.&lt;br /&gt;5-Rockstar Supernova is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;6-ALWAYS make sure you have enough turning radius when making a corner. Especially at the JB tol plaza. The ones with the extended tol booths that has a ridiculous sharp cornered divider thingy.&lt;br /&gt;7-ALWAYS say "Iloveuimsorryiloveuimsorry" as many times as possible whenever you are guilty of something. (e.g crashing someone else's car at the tol plaza)&lt;br /&gt;8-I know what fiat money is all about now. I feel so intelek. Cerdik pandai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have four more weeks of jolly-ing about before starting my new job. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-115742762402562597?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/115742762402562597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=115742762402562597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/115742762402562597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/115742762402562597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-finally-found-out-why-i-couldnt-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-114837539271795016</id><published>2006-05-23T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:09:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All this waiting has made me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Which led me to think of the most ideal meal that I would like to have NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mashed Potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Coleslaw.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Seafood pasta with lots of cheese. I don't care what kind of pasta and what kind of cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Fried chicken breast.&lt;br /&gt;Sticky chewy chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Keropok lekor.&lt;br /&gt;Snapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;If only I had a stomach that is an neverending, bottomless pit that can store all those food for a week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a glut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-114837539271795016?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/114837539271795016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=114837539271795016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114837539271795016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114837539271795016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-this-waiting-has-made-me-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18860623.post-114836790602674699</id><published>2006-05-23T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T15:05:06.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm going insane with all this waiting! And I think I'm driving my fellow msn tomodachis crazy with my insane ramblingzz. Haizzz. What izzit with peoplezz who typezz like dizz on9 anywez?&lt;br /&gt;Some people sez I'm weird. Hez hez hez.&lt;br /&gt;Donchno what to writez. Sangat teramat frust. I think if this continues any longer I will turn into ...man I can't even think of what I will turn into?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and anyway, World Cup finals will be on my birthday. Those jokers at the World Cup committee are such darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasan sungguh. But who cares. It's my blog and I'll be perasan if I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Walk The Line by Chris Daughtry for the 100th time. Never thought that baldniness can make one so sexy. Woot! And check out that butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea speaking of butts, LeNgLuI and I have come up with a checklist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CRUSH CHECKLIST FOR GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;1-Eyes: If angmoh, check out the colour. If not, check out the size, whether sepet, cock-eyed or not and sleaziness level (the rate at which he looks at your boob).&lt;br /&gt;2-Butt: Preview his butt by looking at it from the back, top and if possible, bottom. A bonus if you can touch and feel it.&lt;br /&gt;3-Hands: Check out his hands whether big or not, how much veins he has and whether he has nice strong arms attached to it. And also the fingers. Nice long fingers. Nyeheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I feel better (less insane) already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-114836790602674699?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/114836790602674699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=114836790602674699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114836790602674699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114836790602674699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-im-going-insane-with-all-this.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08988416129347456405'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>