<?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-18860623</id><updated>2011-06-23T06:33:30.465+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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYpDh5wNYrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/MA3Oxwo1tDA/s72-c/21122006106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Mzh1LNZFdQ/RYQfCpwNYkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZFfJakDpUSs/s72-c/0470072725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-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' alt='' /&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='http://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: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-18860623.post-114836623626513228</id><published>2006-05-23T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:39:22.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mummy is in the hospital. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-114836623626513228?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/114836623626513228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=114836623626513228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114836623626513228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114836623626513228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/05/mummy-is-in-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-114377951008062254</id><published>2006-03-31T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T12:36:36.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a Friday (again) and the weather is sooo fine for reminiscing the good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago today.&lt;br /&gt;Probably rushing to get drawings out for submission, at the same time getting whacked by my ex big boss (i'm quite immuned to his whacking, he whacks everybody anyway) and all the while thinking, "Do i have to work this weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;But damn i kinda miss those days.....then again....nah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago today.&lt;br /&gt;It is 12.01pm as i am writing this. Studio lessons have already ended (oficially) but we would usually hang around with our studio master and chat (yes he was kinda cool, though rumor has it that he is gay, i dunno). Then coursemates from other majors would drop by and then we will all go have lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today.&lt;br /&gt;School would be out by now. Will either have an after school study session, or some school activity or lepak session at Mahkota Parade (in uniforms and all, good God how uncool was that?!)&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago today.&lt;br /&gt;Weekend for those in Kedah. Imagine we had to go to school on Sundays, which was kinda weird at the beginning. But as the saying goes, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do" or something like that la. I remembered days like these would be spent either in Sungai Petani (the nearest civilisation, as mom would call it) or Penang. Thinking back, i cannot imagine that we would actually drive 1.5 hours to Penang just to shop. I guess that's because mom would have gone crazy if she didn't see any form of buildings that is more than 4 storeys high. Or a place that has fewer than 2 trees in a 5 meter radius.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen years ago today.&lt;br /&gt;At this hour, i would already be on the minivan that would take me 60km back to my house. School starts and ends earlier in Sabah, and usually it ends at around 11 something for primary schools. I usually reach home at 3.30pm. It takes that long to reach home because i was like one of the last ones to be dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, i leave home at 4.15am to reach school by 6.15am and then reach home at 2.30pm. My God. Now that i think of it, that sounded really ridiculous, yet i didn't even complain then. Fuiyoh. But i had really good playmates in the minivanla. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the minivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-114377951008062254?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/114377951008062254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=114377951008062254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114377951008062254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114377951008062254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-friday-again-and-weather-is-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-114283448137989706</id><published>2006-03-20T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:01:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two elephants stucked on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother elephant and its child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother elephant was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby was trying its best to reach its mother, but in its attempt to do so, it got caught in the branches and injured itself, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding baby elephant. Dead mother elephant. On a treetop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone interpret anything from that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myabe I had too much ikan goreng cili for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-114283448137989706?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/114283448137989706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=114283448137989706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114283448137989706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114283448137989706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-had-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-114137556216344724</id><published>2006-03-03T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:46:02.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We human are never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complain about everything. Nothing is ever enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complain about our job, our daily lives, how busy it is, how boring it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complain about the people around us, our partners (or lack of), our collegues, clients, bosses, in-laws, relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complain about the government, petrol price hike, unfair quotas, traffic jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck we even complain about the weather! How hot it is, how wet it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we ever get sick of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm complaining about people complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-114137556216344724?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/114137556216344724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=114137556216344724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114137556216344724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114137556216344724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-human-are-never-satisfied.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-114129366872061557</id><published>2006-03-02T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:01:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;9am-6pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohaiyogozaimasu type write type write illustrator type chat draw arrange indesign check surf translate print fonts paragraph coffee currypuff msn hehe haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7pm-2am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cook draw 3Dmodel draw 3Drender museum 3DStudio draw plan section photoshop elevation colour material coffee vectorworks argh slow damn ooOOoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-114129366872061557?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/114129366872061557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=114129366872061557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114129366872061557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114129366872061557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/03/9am-6pm-ohaiyogozaimasu-type-write.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-114111806784387890</id><published>2006-02-28T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:14:29.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Discovery of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-My day job is getting more interesting lately and I am actually beginning to like it.&lt;br /&gt;2-There are at least five people in the country who are better than me in designing a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;3-My nephew is going to be 3 years old this April.&lt;br /&gt;4-The mouse is my most used item. I touch it more than anything else in my life.&lt;br /&gt;5-I'm afraid of getting Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Symptoms usually begin gradually without a specific injury. Numbness, tingling and pain in the hand are common. You may experience an electric-like shocking feeling. The thumb side of the hand is usually most involved. Symptoms at night are common and may awaken you from sleep. During the day symptoms frequently occur with holding a phone, reading or driving. Symptoms may occur at any time. Moving or shaking the hands often helps decrease symptoms. Sometimes strange feelings and pain will travel up the arm. Initially symptoms come and go, but over time they may become constant. A feeling of clumsiness or weakness can make delicate motions like buttoning buttons difficult and may cause you to drop things. If the condition is very severe, muscles in the palm may become visibly wasted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A feeling of clumsiness or weakness can make delicate motions like buttoning buttons difficult and may cause you to drop things.&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now THAT explains a LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malfunctioning doorknob, half burnt kitchen, broken WAJA car keys.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-I am beginning to get all wrinkly under my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;7-Wrinkles and eyebags do NOT look good together on a small surface.&lt;br /&gt;8-Wrinkles and eyebags do NOT look good even when they are on their own.&lt;br /&gt;9-It will cost me an extra RM9 for a full tank of petrol now. Eeyer.&lt;br /&gt;10-I love to cook. No, I love to experiment with new dishes. I love watching Jamie Oliver. I love watching Anthony Bourdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall go surf for recipes now. Poor BF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-114111806784387890?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/114111806784387890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=114111806784387890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114111806784387890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114111806784387890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/02/discovery-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-114016277766731537</id><published>2006-02-17T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:56:45.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An interesting post was put up in my Friendster Buletin recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a child of the 80s?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs that you are a 80s' baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grew up watching G-Force, He-man, Transformers, Thundercats, Silver Hawk, Woody Woodpecker, Chipmunks and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget Ninja Turtles, Mask, Smurfs and Voltron too. - A&lt;em&gt;nother one would be GI Joe! And mom would be hooked to Dallas and Falcon Crest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls watched Japanese cartoon like My Little Pony, "Xiao Tian Tian","Hua Xian Zi" etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in primary school after recess time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You squatted by a drain with all your classmates beside you, and brushed your teeth with a colourful mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days when the school nurse, comes with a list for the dentist appointment, the sound of the drilling when your friend has a fill in his tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the packets of milk we get in primary school to encourage us to drink more milk. (It is only cost 30 cent per pack) - D&lt;em&gt;uring my Sabah primary schooldays, we get free fresh cold milk three times a week. We were such spoilt brats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school, girls go to the library to borrow their favourite romance storybook. &lt;em&gt;- Sweet Valley High!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school, girls altered their school skirt to shorten it and guys will go to the school appointed school uniform tailor shop to tailor make their school trousers to the then fashionable "baggypants"! - &lt;em&gt;Malaccans would be familiar with places like Bee Loon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During primary school days, the teacher will punish you using a ruler to hit your palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bowl of noodles soup cost only 30 cent in primary school days. &lt;em&gt;- Okay that was when i was in standard one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were in primary school, girls like to go to the bookshop to buy cute stuff such as animal erasers, various shape sharpeners, colourful notebook etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hankyu Jaya, Yaohan departmental stores used to be a favourite hangout for families during weekends. - &lt;em&gt;Or Madam King&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school days, you buy the Bata BMTurbo or Pallas Jazz school shoes. Some guys like to wear those china made ankle highshoes. Some even like to wear those very thick socks with their school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet? E-mail? What the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you thought a decade or more ago, your friends don't have pagers or handphones in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs? What's that? Cassette tapes were the norm. Movie tickets used to cost less than $5 last time. &lt;em&gt;- We used to watch video tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goodies from Mama shop used to be Chickerdis, Mamee , Kum Kum, UFO, O-Ya, Ding Dang chocolate balls with toys in the box, colourful hard "egg","cigerette" bubble gum, KIKI Bubble Gum, pinkbottle of bubbles c/w as mall tubes with yellow sticks to blow "more lasting" bubbles that you can pop more air in or slam it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never forget 'Ti Kam'.When exams are over, the board games (e.g Monopoly,Donkey, Transportation Comparison Card) &amp; held video games will be all over the class room. - A&lt;em&gt;nd UNO too! Hey i was part of the in-crowd ok!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite childhood games were playing "guli"(marbles), fivestones, five bottle cover, zero-point, catching,"Pepsi-Cola one two three" and/or "Police &amp;amp; Sentry"! - &lt;em&gt;a.k.a Catching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thirst quencher of all times is the yummy colourful ice tubes you can buy from provision shops for only 10 cent. To eat them,break the tab and suck while holding the freezing tube! &lt;em&gt;- Another ice treat that I remember clearly (well, from Sabah days) were the Yo-yo Ice- sort of like a cheap version of ice blends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your favourite holiday was Lunar New Year! New clothes, Ang Pows,shopping, junk food and family outings! &lt;em&gt;- And gambling was not allowed among us. The most we can do is to "tumpang".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, the majority of students inuniversities today were bornin 1987 / 88.... They are called "youth". &lt;em&gt;- Good God. I'm not a youth anymore!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For them, they have never heard of the song "Weare the World, we are the Children..." And the "Uptown Girl" they know is by 'West Life' but not 'Billy Joel'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For them, there have always been only one Germany and only one Vietnam.AIDS exists since they were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD exists since they were born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson is already whitened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Travolta is always round in shape and they can't imagine how this fat guy could be a god of dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can never imagine a black and white screen for a computer. &lt;em&gt;- And we survived without the mouse!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never know what is Atari or 'Game &amp;amp; Watch'. &lt;em&gt;- And microgenius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't believe a black and white television ever existed and they don't even know how to switch on a TV without a remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they never understand how we can go out without a mobile phone when we were in university...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's check if we're getting old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You understand what was written above and you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Most of your secondary school friends aregetting married. &lt;em&gt;- FOUR of them this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably with computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you see teenagers with mobile phones, youshake your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You spend less and less time talking on phone with your friends daily. &lt;em&gt;- Well there's MSN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you meet your old friends from time to time, talking about the good old days, repeating again and again all funny stories you experienced together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings back old memories huh? Cheers to the 80s babies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-114016277766731537?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/114016277766731537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=114016277766731537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114016277766731537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/114016277766731537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/02/interesting-post-was-put-up-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113990677227399106</id><published>2006-02-14T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:46:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is hilarious! Read my blog in Bahasa Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linguamatix.com/linguaweb/translate?v=EV%2BPvaEHL5V55LibqDLUvjpC0w4Urt%2B2HJNKfrAKOp%2FQWY7kdDRjf9mw7j215QpY"&gt;http://www.linguamatix.com/linguaweb/translate?v=EV%2BPvaEHL5V55LibqDLUvjpC0w4Urt%2B2HJNKfrAKOp%2FQWY7kdDRjf9mw7j215QpY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahahahhaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113990677227399106?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113990677227399106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113990677227399106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113990677227399106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113990677227399106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-hilarious-read-my-blog-in.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113981189944911262</id><published>2006-02-13T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:25:01.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I first saw him while i was still schooling.  At that time i thought he looked damn hau-lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that changed a few years later while i was in uni.  Was walking pass this pirated vcd/dvd shop with a friend of mind and i literally stopped in my tracks and turned back. I just HAD to go into the shop. There he was, the same man i saw years ago. Oblivious to my "beh pai seh" stare, he went on and about with such charm. His every movement and gesture spells such gaya-ness, i cannot help but drool. I must have stood there a full minute before my friend pulled me away, which was good, or else i would have created a pool of saliva at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked around whether any of my friends knew this guy. Turns out, he is quite popular. I started to learn more about him, his personality, his likes, his dislikes. He has never spoken to me, he has never looked at me, yet i hear him and see him almost everyday. He was there through those long, tiring nights of working in my studio. He was there to accompany me on long journeys, traffic jams, rush hours etc. And when i went to stadium merdeka with the love of my life last march, he was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friend, was how i fell in love with Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! Muaks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113981189944911262?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113981189944911262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113981189944911262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113981189944911262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113981189944911262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-first-saw-him-while-i-was-still.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113826023580324359</id><published>2006-01-26T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:23:55.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;him: hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me: hello! have u taken ur ubat yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: yes...been running about, hehe...i feel so energetic!&lt;br /&gt;me: what? you're supposed to be resting!&lt;br /&gt;him: ya ya....btw, i drank coffee.&lt;br /&gt;me: you're not supposed to drink coffee!!&lt;br /&gt;him: but it's not black.&lt;br /&gt;me: adding milk to coffee doesn't make it less black, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the owner of the car with a new gearbox is down with chicken pox. And i thought things could not get any worse than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more days to the end of the Rooster year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113826023580324359?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113826023580324359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113826023580324359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113826023580324359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113826023580324359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/01/him-hello-me-hello-have-u-taken-ur.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113817929723473808</id><published>2006-01-25T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:54:57.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So anyway, it is almost CNY and i have no mood whatsoever to celebrate. CNY used to be THE EVENT of the year, but now ...sigh. Maybe im just getting older.&lt;br /&gt;Tambahan pula i just got saman-ed the other day for speeding on the highway. Was driving because Mr BF was sick and being ME i just had to speed at the wrong time (due to Daytona deprivation)...so here i am, typing bo-songly with the ticket snugly in my handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAMU ADALAH DENGAN INI DIPERINTAHKAN supaya hadir sendiri atau melalui peguam di hadapan Mahkamah Majistret di Muar &lt;/strong&gt;(??!!)&lt;strong&gt; pada 23.3.2006 pukul 0830 pagi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, im a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, a speeding ticket isn't half as bad as say, changing a gearbox and a power window and then realising there's a loud rattling sound coming from the passenger seat. &lt;br /&gt;I FEEL for you (you know who you are, you studmuffin!). Don't worry, the "sueh" year of the rooster will be ending soon in a few days, everything is going to be allright. (fingers crossed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove my boss' car yesterday and ter-went over a kerb. Sure gave my immediate superior (who was sitting beside me) a fright. And then i couldn't help smiling to myself all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMB finale will be on tomorrow. Who do i want to win? Jessy or Dilla? It's like asking me whether i prefer to eat pork intestines or beef liver.&lt;br /&gt;(I like neither, by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i seem to be rambling random thoughts, but these are thoughts that i'd like to have recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, on to more light hearted things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, there are no light hearted things to blog about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am 99.9% beautiful, not 100% because i am humble"- &lt;em&gt;jessy the ahlian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113817929723473808?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113817929723473808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113817929723473808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113817929723473808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113817929723473808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-anyway-it-is-almost-cny-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113747606440245079</id><published>2006-01-17T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:37:36.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is lunchtime now must quickly quickly blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updates:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 12 minutes left to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be on TV.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be laughed at. (laughing at myself, that is, as no one will be watching TV at that time. Heck i don't even know whether i will be watching it myself)&lt;br /&gt;MMB is ending. Finalist: The Ah Lian, The Old(er) One and Young Chickadee&lt;br /&gt;American Idol will be starting again! And Desperate Housewives 2! Woo-Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;I have a museum to design.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that my designs are getting stale.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered the word "desolder".&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that i wanna work on a cruise ship.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that i am not even qualified for any positions on a cruise ship.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that working on a cruise ship is a stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered that there are so many things that i can do with my life. Go back studying, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;work on a cruise ship, &lt;/span&gt;work out of the country, work as a designer, continue working in current position and then take over the company, work as a circus clown and then take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113747606440245079?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113747606440245079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113747606440245079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113747606440245079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113747606440245079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-is-lunchtime-now-must-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113592501558305539</id><published>2005-12-30T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T14:43:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resolution #2 is proving to be quite difficult to maintain.  Especially when I'm watching Malaysia's Most Beautiful (MMB).  Yes i know i shouldn't be watching so much crap, but heck, i already started watching it and i'm kinda hooked. Aiyor i'm so lauya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, as of last night, there were 4 contestants left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah heck la i'm gonna bash.  It's not 2006 yet.  I have 2 days left to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessy - the ahlian who is quite funny sometimes- other times, she's just so, ditzy and a bit tak sedar diri?&lt;br /&gt;Faridah- mature woman who is well, erm ...matured&lt;br /&gt;Hani - nice girl next door type but a bit lembik&lt;br /&gt;Jue - NOT a very good representation of a Malaysian muslim female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, actually it's not the contestants that i am bashing about.  They are what they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sad that the person who will win this contest will ultimately be THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shudder to think that one of the four will be the most cantik one inside and outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if Jue wins, her fans/friends/supporters will of course say that she won because of her beauty, talent, warmth etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, she's a muslim for God's sake.  Sudah la tak tutup aurat, she was practically prancing around last night and shaking her booty, until my bf actually commented that she was trying to show off her boobs!  That does not make her beautiful from a religious point of view.  And i'm not even a muslim some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how the hell do we define beauty?  No one can specifically pin point and draw a guideline as to what is beautiful or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think that the winner will get a condo, jewellery and cash , all amounting to more than RM300++ k.  And imagine the amount of money spent on producing such a show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand we have a 12 year old indian girl who takes a 1.5 hour walk to school every morning and who studies at night using the lamp post outside her house.  (She managed to score straight As for her UPSR by the way).  RM300++k would have gone a LONG way for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about the orang Asli settlement issue not too long ago.  Forgot the details but the gist of it was that they had no proper satination, electricity and they actually bathe in water that has rubbish floating in it! Kids there are not provided with proper education and food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the countless homes and shelters around the country that RM300k could have provided them with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now? Make the most cantik one sell her condo and donate to charity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nola, my point is that better use could have been done with that money.  Instead of producing some show that "defines" what is deemed as beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even get me started on that RM1.5 m painting that someone from some airline company purchased.  That would cause me to bash even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this, the saddest part is that i am actually going to watch MMB til the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please smack me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113592501558305539?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113592501558305539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113592501558305539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113592501558305539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113592501558305539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/12/resolution-2-is-proving-to-be-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113582759100287218</id><published>2005-12-29T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:43:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2006 New Year's Resolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Achieve my financial target (i.e getting filthy rich-yea rite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Reduce people bashing, unless they piss me off or they are just so plain stupid, don't get me wrong, not intellectually stupid but stupid as in "what the hell was he/she thinking" kind of stupid. Someone said that i will not last one week on this resolution. YOU SHALL SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Reduce the amount of items that I can possibly destroy. As of today i have:&lt;br /&gt;#1- destroyed my kancil's cassete player&lt;br /&gt;#2- destroyed my sister's washing machine&lt;br /&gt;#3- did some kind of harm to sis and BIL(Brother-In-Law)'s vacuum cleaner-i can't remember what&lt;br /&gt;#4- almost burn down sis and BIL's kitchen...thank God the only thing that got burnt was her kitchen paper holder....and also that thing that covers the stove&lt;br /&gt;#5- caused a doorknob in their house to malfunction&lt;br /&gt;#6- killed BIL's carkeys-TWICE. Those keys are too canggih for my liking. Not my fault!&lt;br /&gt;#7- scratched BIL's car.&lt;br /&gt;#8- scratched dad's car (he doesn't know about it yet, LOL! Well if he has not noticed anything since last time, why tell him now?)&lt;br /&gt;#9- broke brother's rear view mirror (i wanted to check myself out before driving, is that such a crime? His mirror is OLD ok, OLD and crackly)&lt;br /&gt;#10- destroyed my so called hot and cold water storage thingy. It now dispenses room temprature water.&lt;br /&gt;#11- broke a piece off my printer cartridge and it obviously cannot function now. Thank God it's not the original, but STILL! RM65 ok!&lt;br /&gt;#12- room lights. Some ENGINEER blamed it on my wet fingers whenever i switch off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;#13- broke my shower head thingy&lt;br /&gt;Will update this list when i remember more. The phrase "What have you broken this time?" is so overused on me, i swear it doesn't have any effect on me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Have sex.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nola, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Be a 3D Artist God. Make my renderings look so real that people will have to look twice to see if it's a photo or a fabricated image.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's more achievable.&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;br /&gt;I think i shall stop at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay an incident that just occured 5 minutes ago while i was typing this make me wanna add another one.&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. I'm STRAITS BORN btw. But no point of explaining your whole background when all u wanna do is get a plate of wantan mee right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what incident , u may ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I answered the office telephone as the admin lady was busy on the other line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Good morning, XX XXX&lt;br /&gt;Caller: &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hiofgsrhnfsoncslkc&lt;/span&gt; Ms. J (mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry Ms. J is engaged on the other line. Can I take a message please?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: oh , &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ianlkncaj&lt;/span&gt; (mandarin) pao ping ,wo &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hhfeowhfioasjnfcoe&lt;/span&gt;(mandarin) interview&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, wo ken ta qiang wen ta call ni ok? Ni shi sen me ming?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: (Brief pause)...errr....Pao Ping.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Embarassed) Oh ok ok. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: (damn banana!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(grey fonts to indicate my greyness in what was being said)&lt;br /&gt;(i assumed about that banana bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, 6 new year resolutions. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113582759100287218?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113582759100287218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113582759100287218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113582759100287218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113582759100287218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/12/2006-new-years-resolution-1-achieve-my.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113574565594058254</id><published>2005-12-28T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:54:15.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2005-The year in review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've done (OMG what have i done?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Changed jobs.  No, switched careers would be a better word.&lt;br /&gt;2-Relocated.&lt;br /&gt;3-Got my hair straightened.&lt;br /&gt;4-Got my hair chopped off.&lt;br /&gt;5-Got my passport renewed (i can now legally travel to Timbuktu).&lt;br /&gt;6-Became an aunt-TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;7-Watched the break up of a union that was caused by me.&lt;br /&gt;8-Bought a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just suddenly had a feeling that this is gonna be one heck of a boring entry.  So  i might as well stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113574565594058254?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113574565594058254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113574565594058254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113574565594058254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113574565594058254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-year-in-review-what-ive-done-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113533156491815195</id><published>2005-12-23T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T17:52:44.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The office is so freaking cold that i have to resort to blogging to keep my fingers from getting all stiff. I don't want my just recently painted pink fingernails go to waste because the fingers died rite? Then it wouldn't be pink anymore.  It will be purple (dead fingers-blue....blue and pink makes purple). So I have to type furiously to keep warm. (Furious not because i am typing fast, furious because i AM literally furious at myself from geeting so manyy typiing errorrs as an akibat from frozen finmgers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current task at hand only needs me to click the mouse.  So after a short period of time i would find that the only thing about me that is alive is my right index finger. (and my brain, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one on msn to chat with.  Well at least, no one interesting enough.  All the interesting ones are either:&lt;br /&gt;1-Shopping in GIANT with kids&lt;br /&gt;2-Running around in the office/factory&lt;br /&gt;3-Attending some kind of makan for xmas or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, what shall i blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ieshfnvdnvfi;eirgoisnjfvpsnvkslnvgoed;vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just my fingers doing some random typing.  Was static too long and i HAD to do something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe i should compose a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu, dua kucing berlari&lt;br /&gt;Mana sama si kucing belang&lt;br /&gt;....mana boleh ku cari&lt;br /&gt;....seorang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLRIGHT i admit i took it from somewhere (and i kinda forgot some of the lines).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God i'm depressingly pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iodhgincslaskenjflejnsfvs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind i shall try to compose a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo.......well well.....du du du du du&lt;br /&gt;oooo.....well well...du du du du du&lt;br /&gt;woman...please let me explain.....&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to cause u sorrow and pain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, so that is not my composition.  That was John Lennon's Woman.  I can't help it. I'm listening to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah shall go back to mouse clicking.  At least ONE finger will still be kept alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113533156491815195?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113533156491815195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113533156491815195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113533156491815195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113533156491815195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/12/office-is-so-freaking-cold-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113532219496931790</id><published>2005-12-23T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:18:33.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no one of my tiny stars fell out!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now lying miserably beside my mousepad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113532219496931790?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113532219496931790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113532219496931790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113532219496931790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113532219496931790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-no-one-of-my-tiny-stars-fell-out-it.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113530869866949945</id><published>2005-12-23T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:31:38.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am happily typing away from the office (immediate superior has gone back Down Under for Xmas, hehe) with my pretty pink nails adorned with tiny, shiny flowers(thank u che-che!)....yes i'm ready for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came into the office today and was pleasantly surprised to receive a little gift from a colleague....that sweet guy actually wrapped little presents for everyone in the office (thank God for small offices).....i got a little Sweet Heart Hound which says Too Cute to Care! And yes, it's is so adorably cute! Everyone's in such a christmassy mood now......and to top it off, my xmas gift for myself has arrived! My Cute Little Kelisa (CLK for short) ahah! (thanks to daddy for chasing after the car lady to get my car ready in less than two weeks!)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismas Wish List:&lt;br /&gt;1-Hamsters&lt;br /&gt;2-Fake hamster (ok i already have one fake one but Pellet is lonely!)&lt;br /&gt;3-Shoes/Sandals&lt;br /&gt;4-Skirt/Pants&lt;br /&gt;5-Desperate Housewives season 2&lt;br /&gt;6-Cute gardener (so what if i only have ONE plant to care for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....only 6 items on my wishlist? Im such an undemanding person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, i already have so many other things that i did not demand for, yet been blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;Loving family, good friends, health, a stable job, and of course, a driver/bouncer/partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY i shall narrow my list down to:&lt;br /&gt;1-Cute gardener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas 2005 everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113530869866949945?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113530869866949945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113530869866949945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113530869866949945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113530869866949945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/12/am-happily-typing-away-from-office.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113498053547214433</id><published>2005-12-19T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:26:18.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Made a trip to Spore last Sat. Main agenda: Midnight Sale at Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 3 something pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: 2nd Link&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: we cepat-cepat go and then come back around 8 or 9 something la eh&lt;br /&gt;designated driver for the day (DDFTD): ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 4 something pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: IMM Building&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDFTF: i wanna pee la, we stop awhile ok...u wanna wait in the car or wat?&lt;br /&gt;me: i'll wait in the car....no i think i'll follow u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(half an hour later...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDFTF: come let's go&lt;br /&gt;me: ok.....eh wait i wanna go into bossini....and then i wanna check out that perfume shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15 minutes later...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;designated driver for the day turned bouncer (DDFTDTB) drags me away into the car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: but i havent seen that accesorries shop...!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 5 something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: IKEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDFTDTB: okla we shop til around 7.30 then go suntec&lt;br /&gt;me: ok (keeping fingers crossed.....it's IKEA....there is NEVER enough time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 7 something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: Still at IKEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDFTDTB: u hungry?&lt;br /&gt;me: not really (eyes focussing on IKEA item #590658)&lt;br /&gt;DDFTDTB: wanna eat in suntec or here?&lt;br /&gt;me: anything also can (eyes focussing on IKEA item #590659)&lt;br /&gt;DDFTDTB: okla we eat here&lt;br /&gt;me: ah huh (eyes focussing on IKEA item #590660)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKEA cafe was so crowded, we had to share tables with two other couples....(yes The Driver/Bouncer was THAT hungry, he seemed unfocused on anything else)...the young chickadee in front of me was so chickadee, so "teh" some more, we almost puked....and her equally young bf ate so much, i almost puked even more...okla it wasn't really like that....it was just that the young chickadee talked in a very childish manner la....(made me feel old, made me wanna puke more...hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we FINALLY made it to suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 8 something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: Suntec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG sales everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;DDFTDTB: i wanna look for lacoste&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG sales everywhere!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 10 something&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Still at Suntec (mango)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDFTDTB (happyly with lacoste baju) : eh ur uncle punya project ..... can habis ar?&lt;br /&gt;me: nevermind can kautim one ..eh this skirt nice eh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 10 something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: Still at Suntec (mango changing room)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: aaaahhhh!!!! dammit! stupid skirt so big!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 10 something&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Still at Suntec (outside mango changing room)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: u think i have enough time til chinese new year to put on weight to fit into this skirt?&lt;br /&gt;DDFTDTB: don't siao ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 11 something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venue: Still at Suntec &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDFTDTB (not so happy with lacoste baju) : eh 11 something already...&lt;br /&gt;me: i know...wait i wanna look for shoes&lt;br /&gt;DDFTDTB: eh thirsty la....&lt;br /&gt;me: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time: 12 something&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Still at Suntec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eeyer why the shops closing already?!&lt;br /&gt;DDFTDTB: we'll come again next week la ok.... (looks faint and pale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hasil pencarian from all that shopping = one brown BUM blouse which i didn't even try (too many people trying to get a look at me queing up at the changing room) which marvelously fitted me so well (if it didn't fit, i'd probably clobber DDFTDTB for making me not try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was, the cute cashier guy with nice strong arms flirted with me! It has been quite awhile since i last flirted with anyone/anything of any gender/race/shape/size/colour/species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: is that all? (smiling with all that glorious white teeth)&lt;br /&gt;me: yea (noticing his glorious white teeth)&lt;br /&gt;him: would you like the whole shop to go as well? (packing my blouse with his Brad Pitt' TROY-like hands)&lt;br /&gt;me: hahah, no thank you! (gasping in awe at TROY-like hands)&lt;br /&gt;him: haha! (teeth again)&lt;br /&gt;me: haha&lt;br /&gt;him: can i have your number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad flirting session with cute cashier guy with nice strong arms had to abruptly end with the appearance of Designated Driver For The Day Turned Bouncer Part Time Boyfriend. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok i made that number bit up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113498053547214433?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113498053547214433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113498053547214433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113498053547214433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113498053547214433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/12/made-trip-to-spore-last-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113471904644140640</id><published>2005-12-16T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T15:44:24.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113471904644140640?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113471904644140640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113471904644140640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113471904644140640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113471904644140640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-are-60-weirdyoure-so-weird-you.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113454529644524656</id><published>2005-12-14T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:28:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got out from my employee evaluation chat with MD and my immediate superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so damn guilty. They think I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Konichiwa&lt;br /&gt;MD: Konichiwa&lt;br /&gt;Superior: Haha&lt;br /&gt;MD: @%$%^#^#$^@$#@% (Japanese)&lt;br /&gt;Superior: So, you have been with us for half a year...bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dull and boring conversation follows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD: @#$@%%$ ? (Japanese)&lt;br /&gt;Superior: Have you got anything to ask or say?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think I've not contributed enough (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unless you count surfing and bitching on msn as part of my job description&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Superior: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;#%$^%$^&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;** (Japanese)&lt;br /&gt;MD: $^%$&amp;$&amp;amp;@ haha #&amp;^%^&amp;amp;^&amp;%$ haha (Japanese with laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Superior: Haha, don't worry we think you're already doing an excellent job over here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smiling and blushing guiltily&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, thanks to a certain online tomodachi of mine who brought me back to reality soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;so hows eval?&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;half of the time it was in japanese&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;but anyway&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;they think im doinga good job wor....(which makes me feel even more guilty)&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;told them i didnt feel tht i was contributing enough, but having a pleasant time in the office bla bla all tht shit la&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;biasa lah&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;small comp&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;no nothing&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;no worries&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;my heart was pounding hard&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;didnt hv evaluation in old comp&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;gah&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;nothing to it&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;chinaman comp&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;nomah first evaluation in my life&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;dont expect anything&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;which one chinaman? old or new?&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;u have been eval all your life&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;std 1&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;lerrr&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;kebersihan: a&lt;br /&gt;YoursCynically says:&lt;br /&gt;kelakuan: a-&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;this is first WORK evaluation la.....&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this has been a good day, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more tonight gonna print my toilet design competition for submission tomorrow. Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I win something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm so gonna be obscenely, fantastically and marvelously rich and famous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113454529644524656?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113454529644524656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113454529644524656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113454529644524656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113454529644524656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-got-out-from-my-employee.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113437607072998558</id><published>2005-12-12T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:27:50.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sold my mousedeer to get a fish.....a new fish....a new silver fish to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mousedeer=kancil, fish=kelisa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top eight reasons why I chose The Fish:&lt;br /&gt;1-Cheap&lt;br /&gt;2-Big cars and me do not go well.  I think I am better off driving something small and harmless.  Kononnya, people say I tend to drive/park as though I am riding a motorbike.  (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You DO NOT know me THAT well, hmph!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3-Cheap&lt;br /&gt;4-Cheap&lt;br /&gt;5-Myvi looks ugly from the inside.  I cannot live with ugliness.  That's why I choose  not to look at myself in the mirror every morning. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok I'm just being dramatic here&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;6-Cheap&lt;br /&gt;7-Cheap (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DAMN the gahmen, why are cars so ridiculously expensive in this part of the world?!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;8-I'm running out of reasons.  Oh yea, my mousedeer was getting old (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and cranky!&lt;/span&gt;).  Had to faster faster sell it off before it gets worthless (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and crankier&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite its crankiness, it was kinda sad for me to part with it.  After all, it has gone through some pretty traumatic and magical rides with me all the way from KL to Malacca to JB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the car dealer told me not to worry as I will forget about The Mousedeer as soon as i get The Fish.  Hey, I'm not THAT flimsy ok.  I am a sentimental kind of girl. Loyal. Faithful. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gag...snort...choke&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, The Fish comes with a CD player, powered windows and power steering! Yea I know, WHICH CAR IN THIS ERA DOESN'T HAVE THOSE? (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can't i rejoice at the little things in life?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, gotta pee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113437607072998558?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113437607072998558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113437607072998558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113437607072998558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113437607072998558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/12/sold-my-mousedeer-to-get-fish.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113290855725092515</id><published>2005-11-25T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:49:17.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short hiatus caused by the sudden workload piled onto me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it was much, enough to keep me occupied for 8 hours at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I "lost" a potential KL side project. Why do I have to be based in JB??!! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;(*Voice in head: Because YOU chose this path, you moron).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are in the dark, I'm a part time designer.  Am not gonna disclose my day job though.  All I can say is that it's totally different from what I was used to doing previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday.  I shouldn't be so sien.  But being rejected for the first time....  First cut is the deepest (Rod Stewart)....sob sob&lt;br /&gt;(*Voice in head: Stop being so drama can or not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on a more positive note, best friend (ok let's call her LengLui, don't ask me why she chose to have that nick on my blog) does NOT have herpes.  So called sores and blisters were caused by Rove Beetle bites.  She went to the clinic, doctor was not in.  So some young chickadee nurse diagnosed her as having herpes and gave her medication. LengLui happily went back to the office and started chatting with me via msn dengan selambanya about herpes.  That woman didn't know what herpes was until she surfed some sites and of course with some info from me (the informative one).  Well obviously she went for a second opinion immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;ok came back&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD ITS ROVE BEETLE&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;ok let me tell u the whole story&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;PHEW&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;i went in, i told dr "i think i have skin infection"&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;the dr straight away say "this is not skin infection"&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;i almost died, i dunno what could be worse than herpes&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;wahseh&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;its rove beetle&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;then i said "thank god"&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;and he said "why, kena bite also so happy?"&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;"i went to in plant clinic they told me it cld be herpes"&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;and then?&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;"who told u? herpes normally occur near lips or genital"&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;"dr O told u??"&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;"no the nurse"&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;"why u see the nurse pulak!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;then i told him the dr takda&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;then bla bla other things abt rove beetle, that they fly high so must close window b4 it turns dark&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;i actually told him "the nurse told me it was stupid herpes and scared me to death"&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;those were the exact words&lt;br /&gt;LengLui says:&lt;br /&gt;i was so relieved i didnt bother to jaga my words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story : Never trust young chickadee nurses.  Can trust older ones though.  Or young chun doctors.  Or young chun male doctors.  Young chun male doctors with nice looking hands.  Young chun male doctors with nice looking hands and who looks like Jay Chou. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my Friday afternoon doesn't seem that sien anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113290855725092515?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113290855725092515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113290855725092515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113290855725092515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113290855725092515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-like-blogging-today.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113169957173402103</id><published>2005-11-11T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T16:59:31.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i have no life whatsoever for about 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Being the good ahlian wannabe that i am, i help answer calls the whole day. (I am not a receptionist by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok i dont just answer calls, i do other stuff too. But that is for another day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that irks me is when i receive calls that are meant for someone who is unavailable at that present moment, and when they are informed of their unavailability, the caller proceeds to pour the WHOLE STORY of why they are calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit man, i take SHORT messages lar.....like name, company and purpose of calling. Not "I already faxed over something and there are 4 forms that needs to be filled up. U see, these four forms are very important because you all will need it when u all go to Singapore. The first form is about bla bla, the second form is about bla ba, the third, the fourth.....and if you all dont fill up the forms wait will...bla bla.....so can you please go and check?And if got please pass it to Ms.X?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i went to check and lo behold! It's THERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....highlight of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's The Call of the Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Good afternoon, XX XXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Hi, can i speak to XXXXXX please?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm sorry but she is unavailable at the moment. Would you like to leave a message?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Call from Jo from XXX&lt;br /&gt;-click-&lt;br /&gt;Me: (wtf?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i couldnt even identify whether the caller was male or female.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Jo could be Joseph, Josephine, Johan, Johumalele for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, XXX happens to be a big MNC. Freaking thousands of possible Jos la dei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113169957173402103?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113169957173402103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113169957173402103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113169957173402103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113169957173402103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-i-have-no-life-whatsoever-for.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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-18860623.post-113169387845774031</id><published>2005-11-11T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T15:24:38.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First entry for me, clap clap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and i have this sick hobby of surfing friendster and laughing at other people's pic....yea i know we are so mean, but what the heck la, it's purely for fun....we'd look at friends, friend's friend, or even at unknown people...all in the name of entertainment...our favourite "catches" would be those ahlians who try to look cute but failing miserably...good God....u know those kind where they would look up into the camera(camera angled above them) with wide, innocent eyes (konon, bluek!) and try to look demure.....walaueh....OR....those with studio snapshots... i mean, ive nothing against pictures taken in studios, as long as they're for important occasions (weddings, convo etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an example of a personal description of one of the ahlians that really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Me:I'm a girl, who I am, xxx (her name)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl, who smiles, every now &amp; then, everywhere:).&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl, who laughs, when u able to tells a little joke :&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl, who sweets, when I am with my darling.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl, who cries, when I couldn't stand anymore :'(.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl, who shouts, when there are stresses all over me :O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Illah! what the heck is a girl who Sweets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Me:hi.....everyone i am (her name) so 15 (this year) ..............frOm (some state in Malaysia) 155cm47kgme ~~~ ' friendly ,kind , good 'good luck for everyone Yeh!!---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------if u pretty o not~~~~~~~~~~~~me oso nvr mind 1!!!hey, guy!!come on faster add me!!don forget add me 0o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I Want to Meet:so u wan 2 b3 my fr3n pls add m3 ICQ~(xxxxxxx)MSN~(mail to: xxxx&lt;br /&gt; i will waitng ..............4 u and i very happy to...............c u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, except for those bits where i had to omit/edit to protect their identity, everything else is unchanged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so mean im going to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18860623-113169387845774031?l=ahlianest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/feeds/113169387845774031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18860623&amp;postID=113169387845774031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113169387845774031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18860623/posts/default/113169387845774031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ahlianest.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-entry-for-me-clap-clap-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>me</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></feed>
