<?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-13529773</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:39:06.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a book of ash</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-6137625891041002435</id><published>2009-01-25T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:54:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing the book...</title><content type='html'>hi there everyone, long time no see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well again, my opportunity to blog has been restricted due to the fact that my company has once again blocked all Blogging related websites. And because of that, i haven't got much opportunity to update my blog lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about blogging, i thought that my main intention of blogging was to keep track of the special events that took place in my life..all those events would come in as a great nostalgic memory to me when i flip back those pages and read the entries someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow..after i started blogging again few months ago after a long break, i realized that my blog contained more than just entries that depict my life happenings..&lt;br /&gt;this blog seems to be a part of my life where i used to have alot of fun "chatting" with my fellow blogger mates..&lt;br /&gt;and lately..due to our working commitments and lifestyle..things are no longer the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..everyone has moved on to another stage of their life and things are a bit different now..but none of us should be blamed for this. its just part of the ageing process i guess..everyone moves on to a new chapter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after starting to blog back again recently..i discovered that there's something missing in my entries..the "special fun" that i used to have here is no longer here...and in fact i feel that even my style of writing has changed..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its something like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if lets say now we all gather back again..and join APIIT or high school for our education..and we gather back the same group of friends and teachers and everything else..do u think it'll feel the same as it used to be back then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..i dont think so kan..&lt;br /&gt;everyone will be having new characteristics due to the change in their environment and lifestyle after few years..and we cant expect to feel the same old way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure we'll still have fun..but i believe it'll be a new kinda fun..the one that suits our new character and personality..&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time we still cherish the fun we had during our younger days and we surely wouldn't want to exchange that with something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think its the same here in the blogging world..i realize that when one day when i read back my entries, i not only want to remember the special moments in my life..but i also want to remember the &lt;em&gt;fun &lt;/em&gt;i used to have with my fellow friends..and i dont want to alter that memory with the new chapter that we're going through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definetely i have plans to record my life happenings..its something i still find very exciting to do..but maybe i'll do it somewhere else as i think its best to leave A Book of Ash the way it is..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry..i will surely visit your blogs..especially &lt;a href="http://chuneng.blogspot.com"&gt;Eng &lt;/a&gt;as he's the only one who's very consistent at updating since last time..great job mate..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the rest..hope to see you all again someday and hope we can have a new kinda &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;...haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea..wishing you all a happy and prosperous new year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again...take care guys...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-6137625891041002435?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/6137625891041002435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=6137625891041002435&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/6137625891041002435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/6137625891041002435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2009/01/closing-book.html' title='closing the book...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-9169273870053726196</id><published>2008-12-19T10:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:13:27.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need Your blessings...</title><content type='html'>after so long being deprived from the opportunity to use MSN at work..finally we found a way to secretly use it again..&lt;br /&gt;and the following was a conversation i had with one of my fren yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer : this post has no intention to make fun of any particular religion..its just a unique practise which i thought of sharing with you guys..;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: sigh panic panic at my office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: you know, my office has this rule..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: and wats tat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: we must play Buddha songs during system roll out to the the live server.. The Buddha song is to bless the whole roll out process so that it will run successfully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: hahahha...u serious mate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: first time im hearin this kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: yah.. weird kan..aih but somehow the praying is making me more panic saje..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: but they have been doing it for many years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: haha..tat means ur boss is quite religious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: dono..only our department got such thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: haha..but its kinda cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: yah last time I thought someone like to listen to buddha chanting music but later I only i found out its a practice during roll out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: haha..i really find it so special lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: me too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;other topics...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: so ur product launch tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: no today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: u nampak relex je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: if I am the manager then I will be panic lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: I am just another employee ma :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: Buddha is helping u stay calm la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: no the chanting is really not helping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha..really ka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: i feel like im inside a temple saje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fren &lt;/strong&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my friend is a Buddhist himself..so i guess he was just sharing with me the unique custom of his new workplace..&lt;br /&gt;hehe..even i find it special..i wonder if you guys came accross anything similar bfor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my place here its surely gonna be weird since we have alot of Muslim friends around..i really cannot imagine them listening to some Sanskrit Chanting or Buddha prayers during system roll out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its surely good to have faith in God..but its also important that all the staffs are open minded enough to take it positively..&lt;br /&gt;luckily my fren's colleagues r ok with it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part taken from my chat with &lt;a href="http://jyrenze.blogspot.com"&gt;Jyrenze &lt;/a&gt;after she read my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë : haha go see my comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : hahha ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : yea..i've heard budhhist chanting befor..its like very sad like tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : but i think kan..its supposed to make u realize all the mistakes u've done..and insaf la..haha..my wild guess..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë : ahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë : but it doesnt sound like its gonna bless IT codes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë : more like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J¥®ëñzë : makes u wonder wat u done wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : hahahhha..aiyoo this one is a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : ..i never tot of it this way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-9169273870053726196?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/9169273870053726196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=9169273870053726196&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/9169273870053726196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/9169273870053726196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2008/12/need-your-blessings.html' title='need Your blessings...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-163151909054081366</id><published>2008-12-17T09:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:50:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry..i don't know her..</title><content type='html'>when i was coming back from the toilet yesterday,someone was waiting at our floor entrance (&lt;em&gt;we hav to walk out to the lift area to get to the toilet&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the security guard was speaking to the person and when i walked past him..the visitor asked me if i knew Ms.A from the HR dept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name was familiar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see, we have this practise to place a big label with our names on it at our cubicle.it is supposed to create a more friendly environment where u will know your colleague's name since we have like 200 over employees sitting in one floor alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appologized and walked back to my seat since i couldnt remember who she was..&lt;br /&gt;as i was walking back..something was telling me that the name was very familiar and i know this person..i kept thinking and thinking and finally i reached my place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i &lt;strong&gt;SAW&lt;/strong&gt; it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl who sits 2 seats away in front of me is Ms.A!&lt;br /&gt;and to be exact..i was sitting exactly right beside her for almost &lt;em&gt;5 months &lt;/em&gt;until i shifted to my current place, 2 seats behind my original seat..-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so ashamed at myself that when eventually the visitor found out who Ms.A was..and when he was walking towards her cubicle..i went as low as possible to hide my face(&lt;em&gt;thank god v have high dividers for our cubicles&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh..u see wat im trying to say here?&lt;br /&gt;its kinda wierd here u know..i mean..its like ppl always tend to mix around with their own teams and dont bother to make friends with other teams..&lt;br /&gt;although im sitting right beside the HR team..exactly right beside..i mean i could touch my neighbour's head if i stood up..we are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;close physically..&lt;br /&gt;but the onli thing we say to each other is "Good Morning"..and i've been here for like 6 months already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no..im not anti-social..i love making &lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; friends..back in my previous comp..we had like 30 staffs in my floor and i would know everyone..go chit chat with all of them n it was really fun to hav so many friends at work..it makes ur working life more comfortable u know..feels more like home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow its just not the same here..everyone has so much ego (&lt;em&gt;ok fine fine..including me&lt;/em&gt;) and always wait for the other party to initiate a conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash used to be so noisy n famous at work with his team of noisy colleagues..ppl never thought that software guys could be so noisy..unlike their usual nerdy image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..now all that's left is a quiet n decent looking boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean..how come it was so easy to make friends with almost 30 over colleagues..and now its just so hard to start a conversation with one person..who sits right beside me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-163151909054081366?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/163151909054081366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=163151909054081366&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/163151909054081366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/163151909054081366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorryi-dont-know-her.html' title='sorry..i don&apos;t know her..'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-4263797753028272319</id><published>2008-11-26T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:47:05.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick sick sick...</title><content type='html'>oh god..don't ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days fever and watever that comes alongside with it is no longer attacking us in the usual way it used to do..well at least not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week thursday i had a mild sorethroat when i woke up in the morning, i bought some Strepsils on the way to work and by the time it was 12noon..i was practically feeling pain all over my body and i knew i was starting to have fever. i decided to just pack up and go back home since the crazy freezing aircond in the office wasnt helping either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home and took the necessary medication and went to take a nap..when i woke up in the evening, i was already having pain all over my body. OMG..i was like wat the heck man..i just got fever like few hours ago..takkanlah the effect already so teruk and to make things worst..i was vomiting..seriously i hate vomiting coz it makes me very weak and irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finaly at night, i went to the hospital where my mom works and saw the doc and got my MC for 2 days and spent the rest of the weekend sleeping and scolding everyone for every small reason (i dunno y i get so moody when im sick :P)...fast forward to Monday, i was somewhat recovered and was back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as if the weekend ordeal wasnt enough, yesterday i suddenly had food poisoning..and for the first time in my life i had the chance to actually vomit and drive at the same time..&lt;em&gt;hows THAT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no clue how this whole thing started..i went to work as usual on Tuesday morning and suddenly by lunch i was vomiting. vomiting and vomiting...every few minutes..goshh..horrible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i decided to go back home..and &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt;, was the most craziest decision i made..&lt;br /&gt;once i started driving, the vomiting started again and i was practically holding a plastic in one hand and the car steering in another!oh god..i couldnt even find a place to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it went on and on..every 2 minutes i would vomit..and i think i did it 20 over times..until i finally reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh..i was already like a sotong when i stepped into my house..i straightaway went to bed.suprisingly the vomiting also stopped..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man..seriously when i think back..i really kenot understand what happened. i was all okay in the morning until suddenly at 1pm this whole drama started..no clue or indication at all that this was coming...sheeshhhh...crazy lah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-4263797753028272319?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/4263797753028272319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=4263797753028272319&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/4263797753028272319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/4263797753028272319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-sick-sick.html' title='sick sick sick...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-7936976353998485915</id><published>2008-11-17T12:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:32:47.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FKrh5YOII4I/SSDufFQXgBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A-XvEw_GR18/s1600-h/Avalokitesvara+Bodhisattva1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FKrh5YOII4I/SSDufFQXgBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A-XvEw_GR18/s320/Avalokitesvara+Bodhisattva1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269473781777661970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there is one time i can make good use of this word..then definetely this is the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week ago i had the chance to witness the rehearsal and actual performances by the China Disabled People's Performing Art Troupe or also known by their team's name &lt;a href="http://www.mydream.org.cn/about.htm"&gt;My Dream&lt;/a&gt;. To me it was definetely a very special opportunity to actually get the chance to be part of this whole program and witness these blessed artists perform such an amazing piece of work on stage..i wonder if i will ever get the chance again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, i think the biggest question that was left playing in our minds after watching the show was to ask ourselves, who's the actuall handicapp....me or them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe that not only me, but the entire hall would agree that the spectacular performances by these talented souls made us truly realize the ability within us. it made us realize that we are so far left behind as compared to them in utilizing the strength that we have within us as humans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking..disability wasnt even an issue there, they were far off more confident and  capable of handling everything by themselves perfectly fine..if not even better than most of us. it made me wonder if even a person with no disabilities can even do such a stunning performance as perfectly as them...it was definetely an eye-opener show for the audience..thanks to them for making us realize how handicapped we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKrh5YOII4I/SSDvVLLNc6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/uBWgoim_gzU/s1600-h/Yellow+Earth2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKrh5YOII4I/SSDvVLLNc6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/uBWgoim_gzU/s320/Yellow+Earth2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269474711079580578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the show&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially we were worried that we might not be able to sell all the tickets for each nite's show as the sales were going a bit slow..but on the day of the first show (Saturday), amazingly the ticket sales started picking up and within no time the entire hall which could accomodate almost 2000 over audience was almost full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the audience were left speechless as they artists started their performances one after the other..they clapped and clapped and clapped as loudy as they could every few minutes to let the artists know how meaningful is their effort to us. one of the most touching performance was by a blind singer, Yang Haijun. he sang a song titled "When a child is born" with his fabulous voice which was so beautiful and could bring tears to the eyes of the listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most interesting part to be noted was the perfect syncronization of the music and the artist's dance steps when the artists were actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unable &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to hear the music. so it makes us wonder how much effort and training needed to be done by them in order to understand the dance moves according to the music which they cant hear..truly their trainers have done a wonderful job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting the malaysian performers from various organizations who also took part in the event and gave equally remarkable performances which made us all wonder the gift God has given them and how they fully utilize it to show their appereciation towards their creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day show also had a huge turnout and almost all the seats were filled. thanks to the media's highlight on the 1st day's performance, many people were eager to come and watch it on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the audience could not stop applauding and all the artists received a very long standing ovation by the audience at the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the effort they have painstakingly put in order to bring the realization to us about our own stregth would have definetely reached the audience..i believe this show would have woke many of us up from our deep slumber of laziness and arrogance of how great we are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little did we realize that somewhere in the corner of the earth..some special people are far more ahead of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**note : all that i've written here is solely based on my opinions and views alone ;) and ohh..i must admit that all of the artist are really really good looking u know..we were rushing to take pics with them..:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-7936976353998485915?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/7936976353998485915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=7936976353998485915&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/7936976353998485915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/7936976353998485915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2008/11/speechless.html' title='speechless...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FKrh5YOII4I/SSDufFQXgBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/A-XvEw_GR18/s72-c/Avalokitesvara+Bodhisattva1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-2647436042711769099</id><published>2008-11-06T09:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:01:01.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>volunteering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKrh5YOII4I/SRJHe_CQCUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtUjoXP84o4/s1600-h/tag_brown_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKrh5YOII4I/SRJHe_CQCUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtUjoXP84o4/s320/tag_brown_love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265349511992052034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my major accomplishment for this year would be to finally volunteer myself for an organization which does charity. well i've been thinking of this for a long long time but never actually found anything to my liking as i was a bit choosy in the way i'm going to volunteer myself. I wanted to find an organization where it can really meet my objectives of volunteering and not volunteer just for the sake of volunteering. &lt;br /&gt;After the long wait, i finally found &lt;a href="http://amma.com.my"&gt;AFM&lt;/a&gt;. It all happened when i knew Amma was coming down to Malaysia again in April 2008 and i wanted to do something for Her organization during Her visit here. The reason for this was because when i first met Amma in 2006, I saw hundreds of volunteers helping out for the event and i liked to see the unity spirit in them as they were from different races and religion but all working towards one goal with loads of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i'm a Hindu by religion, i prefer not to join orgazations which are focused on serving only Hindu related activities, i prefer to be more open so that I'm able to reach and serve more people in this world, regardless of their race or religion. And when i saw Amma's charity work and the way She reaches to the people, i immediately decided that that this is where i wanna serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first sent the application form, i expected to be given some very small task such as serving food to the devotees or distributing pamphlets as the organization was already so huge and there were almost 1000 over volunteers who already signed up for Amma's visit. But never did i expect that i was straightaway pulled into the main organizing committee to help out the organization's top management in planning out the whole event as it was a huge event with almost 20000 people coming to visit Amma in one day and almost 800 over volunteers working to manage them.&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a staisfying and most memorable experience in my life as i was really able to contribute something meaningful which met my objectives to be a volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now once again the organization is organizing a charity show with handicapped children &amp; adults performing. It will be held this weekend at the Kuala Lumpur Convention Center with handicapped artists coming from as far as China and also Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy week again as we're sorting out all the volunteers and everthing else to make sure the show runs smoothly. Once again its gonna be an eye-opener experience for me as i work with these handicapped children and take care of their needs personally. Only tommorow, for the first time i will be meeting the whole group which consist of almost 80 over handicapped artists . Just reading their background alone sometimes brings tears to my eyes..i dont know what will happen to me when i watch them performing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;God bless them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mor information about the show you can visit &lt;a href="http://amriteswarifoundation.org/Awakening/home.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c u after the show guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-2647436042711769099?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/2647436042711769099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=2647436042711769099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/2647436042711769099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/2647436042711769099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2008/11/volunteering.html' title='volunteering..'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FKrh5YOII4I/SRJHe_CQCUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZtUjoXP84o4/s72-c/tag_brown_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-6770943584410426505</id><published>2008-10-30T11:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:29:40.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing someone..</title><content type='html'>When someone is beside us all the time..we never tend to realize how important they are..or how much their company means to us..&lt;br /&gt;i guess for most of us,the realization only comes to us when the person is no longer around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home it always has been me, dad, mom and sis only..we've always stayed together n hardly had any extra member living with us for a long time but on 1st June 2008..my granny from Kedah came down to stay with us. on the first day of arrival..we were all worried as to how we are gonna adjust our lifestyle to make sure granny is comfortable.we started worrying about so many things as we are so used to our own busy lifestyle and were worried that we might not be able to be at home all the time to take care of granny's needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's about 75 years old and prefers home cooked food and it has to be cooked according to her liking..it should not be too spicy or salty, the vege should be chopped into the right sizes and shouldn't be too big..the food should be hot when served to her..shouldn't add "unwanted" ingredients when preparing any dishes b'coz she doesn't like the taste of it ..and the list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;and in addition to that, she had trouble walking fast or balancing herself while walking..u know all these old age problems..so her biggest challenge was to get upstairs to her room as the downstairs room is occupied for other purpose.someone needs to hold her hand to bring her up and down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the biggest challenge for us was to adopt to all these changes because usually we are hardly at home as 3 of us are working and will only b back home after 7pm..then my dad altho retired, is always tied up with some work to do during the day time n be back in the afternoon, so this means that all 4 of us usually wont be at home during the day time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we were prepared to adjust our lifestyles to suit granny..we made certain arrangements to ensure that she is safely brought downstairs every morning and she gets her "hot" food everytime during lunch..but besides the food arrangement and bringing her down every morning..granny was very much independant..she can stay alone and jaga herself even when we are out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the begining stages it was abit tough for us as we were not used to this new schedule..but we all co-operated and tried to give our best shot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without even me noticing..5 months passed by and somehow we managed to keep her safe n healthy at our home..it was a good experience for all 4 of us. we learned alot during these 5 months as taking care of an elderly person isnt tat easy as we think especially when we never had the experience of it. All the cranky attitude needed to be handled very patiently so that we do not offend her..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today granny left for Kedah..back to my uncle's home where she usually stays.after 5 months being with her..i know im gonna miss her company..besides all the extra care we needed to do for her, we always enjoyed her company in a sense that she's always energetic n will tell you loads and loads of stories at any time of the day..stories from her past..&lt;br /&gt;altho some stories were frequently repeated again n again (&lt;em&gt;which me n my sis will secretly keep track on how many times the story has been re-told :P&lt;/em&gt;), i know now im gonna miss those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granny also helped me improve my Tamil speaking skills alot..haha..i hardly can speak Tamil properly due to the lack of practise..i sound very cacat when i speak in Tamil and these 5 months speaking Tamil to granny helped me polish the speaking skills abit..so at least now i wont be so shy to say my orders in Tamil when im at an indian food shop ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today morning when my whole family left for kedah to send her back..i felt abit sad..even granny was sad to leave..the sofa where she usually lies down to sleep is gonna be empty now..i purposely left her pillow on the sofa..it gives me a feeling that she's still around at home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss tat moment when i walk into the house after work and see her turning her head to greet me and i would respond with "hi Patty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during weekends when im at home..she would always ask me to sit beside her so that she can spend some time talking with me..she would say to me that when she's no longer around, i wont get the chance to hear her talking again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always treasure the company of old people because to me they carry with them a lot of experience from the past which we will never have the chance to experience and they carry with them the blood of our ancestors and the first hand memories of conversation that they had with them whom we never had the chance to meet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all will miss her..just hope she will come to stay with us again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c u again patty..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-6770943584410426505?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/6770943584410426505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=6770943584410426505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/6770943584410426505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/6770943584410426505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-someone.html' title='missing someone..'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-1368480272406291943</id><published>2008-10-16T13:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:18:59.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rare opportunities..</title><content type='html'>while i was in the toilet just now..i heard someone making the disgusting sound of trying to extract the watever that is stuck in his throat and spit it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know..the (&lt;em&gt;imagine this sound&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;"krauuuuuggghhhhhh...kkroooouuughhhhhhhhh.."..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;spit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"krauuuuuggghhhhhhh.....kkroooouuughhhhhhhhh.."..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...thingy ppl would do even at roadsides..and if u r lucky u will get the chance to see the exact moment when the saliva leaves the mouth n reaches the  ground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how blessed r we to catch beautiful moments like this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already horrible enough to hear that horrible sound and guess wat..when i went to the washbasin to wash my face..i saw some saki baki of watever that came out from his mouth in the sink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; god..&lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;must u bring me to tat sink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tell me about just suddenly turning to look at the car next to me to find someone putting their finger into their nose to find for gold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-1368480272406291943?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/1368480272406291943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=1368480272406291943&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/1368480272406291943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/1368480272406291943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2008/10/rare-opportunities.html' title='rare opportunities..'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-1820754686497618936</id><published>2008-10-16T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:43:25.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidden life...</title><content type='html'>hello people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was reading eng's blog and somehow i saw the link to my own blog n i clicked on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started reading my own writings and slowly i started to miss it..seems like there's a lot of life hidden in those postings which i ignored for so long.actually as some may just see it as just a bunch of words by someone somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;but to the "someone" who actually wrote it, those words means alot of memories to him...i suddenly recalled so many events of my life which i forgot..but as i read the posts..i see back the memories coming back as if it just happened yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how simple words can bring back life..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway enuff of the dramatic intro..to be frank when i saw the date of my last post..i was like..OMG..almost gonna be 1 year!1 year can passby so fast ah!serious man..OMG..OMG..almost 1 year u know!&lt;br /&gt;but really kinda shocking, the effect of a simple date written on a web post..&lt;br /&gt;but as i think slowly..i kinda agree that almost 1 year has passed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many events took place in my life and this year was somewhat meaningful in many ways..&lt;br /&gt;in a summary, i kinda got a vision of how i want my dream future to be and im actually feeling satisfied that im in some way or another working towards it...i didnt really plan things out but somehow they all just fell into place one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but dont expect me to write one whole long super post about wat happened in a year, i'll only do that when im famous..and i'll print it out in a book..hahahhaa..just kiddin..nothing great to write about me anyway, i dont think its worth wasting so much paper..:P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will surely share it but let me do it in the usual &lt;em&gt;ash&lt;/em&gt; way by describing each of those experience with a real event that took place..heh..so hopefully i'll make it a point to keep the posts coming..as i began to realize the importance of writing down these simple events for another day's enjoyment..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: puny..no more excuses..start writing..&lt;em&gt;NOW!!&lt;/em&gt;..at least just say &lt;em&gt;Hi&lt;/em&gt; to everyone ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-1820754686497618936?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/1820754686497618936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=1820754686497618936&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/1820754686497618936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/1820754686497618936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-memories.html' title='hidden life...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-4011811422931335684</id><published>2007-12-19T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:23:17.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh..ehh..wat did she just say?</title><content type='html'>wohoo...pecah record man...its already December and i last updated in August!!!&lt;br /&gt;fuhlamak...dasyat dasyat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workin life has been abit hectic lately n i guess we all dont have a choice either since we need the money..so just gotto be like a robot n do wateva it takes to get the money rite?&lt;br /&gt;yea..im rite..i see u guys nodding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm now taking public transport to get to work.although i really prefer this as compared to driving in the cursed federal highway or some other road which makes me go nuts cursing the drivers n the damn car for drinking sooooooo much fuel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oi minum sikit sikit lah...aku pun takde duit nak asyik top-up petrol je..&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again..public transport has got its own sickening problems such as the famous delayed trains of KTM Komuter.&lt;br /&gt;still i think this one is much better as all u do is just wait n wait..n die of boredom..or u get stuck in a super jam packed train n let everyone rub your butt..sometimes i just dun want to turn back n look who's rubbing my butt.&lt;br /&gt;the reason is becoz if its a hot chick or somethin..its fine...but on the other hand if its some big sized guy or any other horrifying object..then i have a big problem.bcoz the moment i realize its something i dun like..i will have this feeling of wanting to GET OUT of it as fast as i can..else i will freak out n feel as if im gonna suffocate n die (&lt;i&gt;sheesh...overreacting betul&lt;/i&gt;)..but in a jam packed train..u cant move..getting a place in da train itself is a blessing..so dont talk abt moving anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt that its best just not look who's doin it n pray its some hot chick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so in an unrelated incident(&lt;i&gt;cheh wah macam newspaper pulak&lt;/i&gt;)..last week..as i was at the Bandaraya STAR LRT station walking fast to catch my train, i saw this bunch of young ppl holding some board n walking ard..promoting somethin.i knew they were gonna stop me n show me wateva they were promoting n i usualy don't like to entertain this kinda thingy in public places. &lt;br /&gt;i was mentally planning to just say "No Thanks" when they approach me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so they did n i did as i planned..and quickly taking another step to go further..without even looking at the girl who was trying to show me some kinda bag in her hand..i kept repeating.."no..no..its okay..thanks.." n continued to walk when suddenly the pissed of girl yelled at my back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ITS FREE SIR!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh..ehh..wat did she just say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned back..and for the first time looked at her..and smiled..and got the big goodie bag she was holding...n continued walking..slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa..so typical malaysian isnt it??&lt;br /&gt;i kinda felt embarrased after tat..n keep smiling to myself while i was walking to the train.i kept asking myself WHY did my head turn back when i heard the word FREE?why why why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its as if it just happened by itself..i wasnt even thinking wat to do n my body acted almost spontaneously...sheeesshhh..wat man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you guys like tat too??&lt;br /&gt;would you have done the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i tot that the best thing to do was to act macho is just walk ahead n repeat "no thanks"..&lt;br /&gt;but then again..my body wanted it badly..so it turned by itself..aih..embarrasing betul!&lt;div 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say?'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-7744235010434909924</id><published>2007-08-15T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T10:13:08.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flush the toilet!!!</title><content type='html'>i reached my office n as usual the door wasnt open yet..so i tot of going to the toilet first to pee.There was just one cubicle left, so i got in..n i found out tat some asshole left his shit there for us to admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looked so wonderful..with a little bit of garnishing all around..must surely be so tasty..how thoughtful of him to leave us with such a wonderful dish..really he has a big heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DAMN DISGUSTINGGGGGGG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH...u inconsiderate @$#*^%&amp;*^%!!&lt;br /&gt;if u think tat ppl are gonna admire the shit u left generously behind...u gotto be sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt even pee so i decided to come back later..my mood also hilang already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as a considerate person..i tried to flush the damn toilet..and i guess the water pressure wasnt enuff to get rid of it ALLLL at one go(there was just SOO much..dunno wat animal he ate yesterday)..but TATS it..i cannot be standing here whole day n keep flushing someone's shit...&lt;br /&gt;am i nuts or what!&lt;br /&gt;arghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough i told myself..im getting out of this right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i came out..another guy was already waiting to get in..he went to the door and stepped back..i guess he saw the wonderful sight.&lt;br /&gt;at tat moment another cubicle was free n he got in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang on a second..he must be thinking I left tat mess!&lt;br /&gt;arghh..this is embarrasing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n sure enough later when he was out i saw him again..n he gave me "da" look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt me OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;stop givin me tat stare..!&lt;br /&gt;i myself am in the verge of puking my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just left the toilet..&lt;br /&gt;its really not a nice sight to see in the morning..after u've just had ur breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope that malaysians would just try to put some effort to flush the toilet n clear up their mess once they r done wit their business.sometimes we think the educated ones wont behave like this but seems like the mentality is the same everywhere. if it can happen in a professional working environnment like this, it only tells us tat even the educated ones are missing some very basic lessons in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-7744235010434909924?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/7744235010434909924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=7744235010434909924&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/7744235010434909924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/7744235010434909924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2007/08/flush-toilet.html' title='flush the toilet!!!'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-2179830588890097422</id><published>2007-07-30T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T09:05:16.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she tagged me...</title><content type='html'>This is a tag by Pun (Jyrenze)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here are my random 8 facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm like Pun, its hard for me to sleep without my bolster or a similar substitute, i just need to put somethin in between my legs when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to watch how someone does somethin, like sweeping the road, or eating their meal, or painting a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I give the general impression of a very innocent n decent boy to those who dont know me, i just dunno y, many ppl will like watch wat they talk to me(make sure its free of rude words), it makes me feel wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Recently many ppl have been asking me if im a foreigner, if whether im from India, I keep asking myself why suddenly I look like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love currypuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I just HATE rude people, i have 0% tolerance for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I admire people who like to express their talent (in a humble way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I prefer solid food, in a sense tat they are not the soggy and slimey type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag....i tag...erm..i tag..i dunno who to tag adi ler..no one seems to b updating their blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazyyy fellarss la!!OI go update la..!!&lt;br /&gt;eng especially..suddenly his blog is hibernating..&lt;br /&gt;n look at this pun..how long adi i'm seeing the mall adventure post..nothin else to write ar?&lt;br /&gt;n there goes YS and Philip and..Billy..and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun let lazyness take over u people..get movin!get movin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..dun come n kill me ar...:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-2179830588890097422?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/2179830588890097422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=2179830588890097422&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/2179830588890097422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/2179830588890097422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-tagged-me.html' title='she tagged me...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-5971718742545267091</id><published>2007-07-27T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:59:52.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)...</title><content type='html'>"if i still see that "&lt;strong&gt;ash..now i want u to listen very carefully&lt;/strong&gt;... " title again when i open your blog..i duno wat i'll do!!"&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;Steffi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok..i'm updating..im updating..i've been receiving death threats from steffi and pun to update my blog..i keep giving them excuses (but those were REAL excuses okay)...n now finally i managed to get some time to update it..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i'll give one explanation for why i've been not updating.one word should explain it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAZY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously..i have so many things that i want to write but seems like i always like to postpone things. i always find the tiniest excuse to give and not complete the task.i mean..things like my normal day to day activities i will execute it perfectly well.i dun like incomplete jobs actually.despite my continuous work and all..i will never skip my weekend music clases both on Sat and Sun.i fear that once i start skipping my routine activities, it will become a habit for me to do it again and again.so no matter wat..whatever i need to finish for my regular activities, i will make sure i do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now..here comes activities which are not so important to me..such as blogging...or organizing files in my pc (which is now in a terrible state of mess)..or sending a "how are u..long time no see" email to an old fren.things like this will always have to wait..wait and wait until i really get &lt;em&gt;the time&lt;/em&gt; to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is &lt;em&gt;the time&lt;/em&gt; then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u may ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..well i hav no idea myself.probably when u guys start pushing me like this..then i will do it..:P&lt;br /&gt;i do have the time actually..i mean it doesnt really take very long to write a post.its just tat i always find excuses..:P&lt;br /&gt;to be frank..i actually get so jealous when i see u guys updating your blogs.i just wish tat i will be as &lt;em&gt;rajin&lt;/em&gt; as u are.i mean..i love blogging..i enjoy it..but im just not doing it!&lt;br /&gt;seriously..i need to discipline myself abit..else..steff n pun can start taking the cane n chase me..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPDATE ASH!!UPDATEEE NOWW!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( seriously guys..this is wat i've been getting this whole week tru MSN....poor me..:'(  )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..ok anyway..now tat im updating.lets see wat updates i have..&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i just started my new job in TPM.nice place..much much more smaller sized company compared to my previous one.but i guess there is more to learn here..my colleagues n boss are nice. I just feel like im back in APIIT and working on an assignment.the environment here is very much like tat..coz we hav fresh grads and young programmers here.so i hope that the working environment would be fun..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant really think of what to write actually..my mind is just blank.so i'll put up this post first..hehe..for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try tp update again when i get &lt;em&gt;the time&lt;/em&gt; to do it..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..nah..nah just kidding..i will write some something soon..&lt;em&gt;really..i will!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pun &amp; steff : &lt;em&gt;YEAH RIGHT!u LIAR!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei..dun b like tat lar..fren fren must trust lar..wat lar..dun talk behind my back lar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-5971718742545267091?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/5971718742545267091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=5971718742545267091&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/5971718742545267091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/5971718742545267091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=':)...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-4208753769726069594</id><published>2007-05-28T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:57:02.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ash..now i want u to listen very carefully...</title><content type='html'>2 weeks back ash celebrated his 24th birthday..:D&lt;br /&gt;like i was telling everyone..very soon..u can start calling me uncle ash...how exciting isnt it..i cant wait to reach that moment..&lt;br /&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..anyway, its amazing to see that we've reached this far..wonder how long more is there to go..&lt;br /&gt;i had a simple but memorable b'day as i received many sweet n meaningful wishes that touched my heart..&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the wishes guys..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the unique wish i received was by my office colleagues..since i am now based at my project site (which is the most boring University Malaya Hospital, PJ)...my colleagues decided to give me a suprise call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a call from the Asst. Vice President of my subsidary at 8.30am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Ash, i want u to listen very carefully now...its something urgent.dont interrupt me when i speak..listen ok..listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : err..ok..sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...a group of my colleagues sang the b'day boy song together gether on the other side of the phone...there i was, trapped in the Federal Highway jam listening to my b'day song..over the phone...haha..well it was nice of them to do that...i was smiling away all tru the jam.&lt;br /&gt;usually we dont celebrate anyone's bday in office as most of us are always away..so this call was something unexpected for me.&lt;br /&gt;and during lunch..all of them came over to the hospital to company me for lunch since i cant go back to office. tat was sweet..although we just ate in the normal indian shop just around the corner, its the effort they put that made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so did so many of u guys..thanks a bunch for making my day...appereciate it alot..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt hav any other celebration though..my dad was sick, my mom had to work OT due to some last minute work..and my uncle from Kedah was supposed to arrive at my place at night.&lt;br /&gt;with all these, i just told my dad to tapau Cantonese Fried kueh teow(haha..i really felt like eating this..dunno y) for my dinner..:D&lt;br /&gt;so thats about it..but i guess food doesnt mean much rite..;)&lt;br /&gt;its all these nice wishes and the fact that some took the trouble to wish u that that makes the day special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..well on another note, every year on my bday, the same thought arises in my head which is to firstly appereciate the fact that i've been alive n in one piece for 24 years(thouch wood..thouch wood).&lt;br /&gt;and i keep wondering how long more will i take to achieve wat i've planned for my future..although im slowly progressing towards it..i guess its normal human nature to see the complete house as soon as possible..even tho the renovation work is still going on...haha..if u get wat i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully all of us are able to achive what we want and live long with many many many kids to carry our name...:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-4208753769726069594?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/4208753769726069594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=4208753769726069594&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/4208753769726069594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/4208753769726069594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2007/05/ashnow-i-want-u-to-listen-very.html' title='ash..now i want u to listen very carefully...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-4727086391141665104</id><published>2007-04-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:47:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates..updates..:D</title><content type='html'>sheesh..i've been away for ages.. my poor blog..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime back..i told wy pun that it would be great to get a chance to travel while working...u know..company sends u overseas or another state to work or somethin.well..i tot it would be fun to get out this everyday office environment/traffic jams/downstairs mamak once in a while and work at a different place.&lt;br /&gt;but..wy pun then replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ash..it may sound fun...but wait till it happens..u will find it tiring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got a few chances to travel out for work.i got the chance to visit Sabah, Sarawak and lately Brunei and i managed to come up with a conclusion that everything would be fun and exciting on the first 2 or 3 days of the trip...but anything more than that..its torture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because u see..i failed to realize that I was going there to W.....O.....R.....K...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first mention of a trip...i get all excited and i get the feeling as if im going for a vacation..&lt;br /&gt;how STUPID of me..only when the drama begins..i begin to realize how uncomfortable and troublesome it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i say so is becoz..when im assigned for tasks like this..firstly, im travelling alone and i'm not heading for 1 destination but MULTIPLE destinations.my last trip to Sabah and Sarawak...this was my schedule :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KL    -&gt;    Sibu    -&gt;    Kuching    -&gt;    Miri    -&gt;    Kota Kinabalu    -&gt;    Kuching    -&gt;    KL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to cover all these places in like 5 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;The only flight that is booked by my company is the KL to Sibu flight (my first flight).The rest i have to arrange myself as and when i complete my task at each stop. Its like &lt;em&gt;amazing race&lt;/em&gt; u know..once u finish your task..u need to rush n findout when is the next available flight to the next destination...and its so troublesome to find a AirAsia or MAS counter around town and even if i manage to find one..they will tell me its too late to book a flight now and i need to go straight to the airport to purchase the ticket...&lt;br /&gt;arghhh...crap....&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting..i hav to drag my luggage all along these places...becoz i cant ask anyone to keep it for me.&lt;br /&gt;and in Sarawak...getting a taxi is not easy..so remember whenever u get a taxi...TAKE DOWN THEIR NUMBER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i will be in 3 different places in ONE day.For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning &lt;/em&gt;: Fly from Sibu to Kuching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evening&lt;/em&gt; : Fly from Kuching to Miri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i hav this kinda schedule i always laugh to myself..i feel like a lunatic.dragging my bags like an idiot up and down unknown places.And to make things worst, sometimes the 2nd flight for the day (in this case Miri) will be at 9pm..and i will complete my tasks in Kuching by 2 or 3 pm...and so from 3 pm i will be SITTING in the airport waiting for the damn flight.&lt;br /&gt;and knowing Air Asia...the flights will even get DELAYEDD....-___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god..the amount of hours i spent sitting in the airports..sometimes it reaches up to 8 hours!!! i cant sleep coz i hav to look after my bags..i cant read peacefully coz thats the time some unknown creature(kids) will decide to run around my area and make one hell of a havoc(kicking my chair..or staring right into my eyes as if i look like a retarded clown)..&lt;br /&gt;argh..gosh..mental torture..tis is when i start sms-ing someone or stare back at the kid..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wy pun even wrote a poem for me while i was waiting in the Kuching airport..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ash the wanderer... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The non stop traveller... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sitting at the airport... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching the rain drop...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u may ask me.."hey ash..u hav so much spare time..why not go jalan jalan abit..explore the places n all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well u see, in places where i dont stay overnight..i have to drag my luggage &amp; notebook along.so its seriously troublesome n tiring to walk around with these stuffs becoz its heavy..i cant leave it behind also. so to avoid all these troubles..i'd rather just get to the airport and sit there. Bn Kota Kinabalu i managed to make frens wit one of the taxi driver..so he kept my bag for me while i went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotels in Sarawak are really good..u can get a really good room for 170 or 180 per night.Usually in places where i stay overnight, I will usually go jalan jalan around town to check out the place. So im not complaining about these trips..at least i get to see Sabah n Sarawak for free kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Sarawak was nice...a quiet and simple place. Kuching is quite developed..with flyovers and highways but its very quiet, even on a Sunday u dont see much activities around town.But the people there are very humble and polite. They really make u feel comfortable while u are there..:)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed Kota Kinabalu more. Its more like KL, quite happening. The view before the plane landed was simply amazing. U can see the blue/green sea..with clear waters and all the mountains around the sea area...wow..it was really excellent.I was there on a Saturday and spent time in the mall before the next flight and the mall was packed with teenagers. Quite lively...u can find all the kind of shops u see in 1Utama there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to post some pics on my last 2 trips to Sarawak &amp;amp; Sabah.then i shall write another post on my Brunei Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll stop here...a long story from the missing ash..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**i found some grammatical errors..so i adjusted some minor details on the post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-4727086391141665104?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/4727086391141665104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=4727086391141665104&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/4727086391141665104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/4727086391141665104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2007/04/updatesupdatesd.html' title='updates..updates..:D'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-116960267379509250</id><published>2007-01-24T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T09:42:55.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat time tonight?</title><content type='html'>this morning one of my senior managers was telling me about the mail she got from someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM 1 : "ash..i just got a mail from someone, it says..&lt;em&gt;Hie Miss. Wat time tonight?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "haha..wohooo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM 1 : "i'm just gonna tell him im too old for all these"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just then..another senior manager came in and she heard our conversation and she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM 2 : "ceh..if i were u..i will say..&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;em&gt;At your place or mine??&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all burst out laughing loud.&lt;br /&gt;and then my 2nd SM said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM 2 : "eeeee..u people..so perverted..i didnt say anything abt s*x!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BTW my both SM's are around 40++ but really cool n sporting kinda ladies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah..but well anyway i kinda considered wat my 2nd SM said for a moment.i mean..the person just said "Wat time tonight?" and he did not mention anything abt s*x..but why did we think of tat?&lt;br /&gt;haha..i mean i did..and i bet most of u who read tis post's title thought the same too..&lt;br /&gt;now...now children dont try to deny!!&lt;br /&gt;..haha..gotcha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow up u people!!&lt;br /&gt;be more matured..sheesshhh..ppl could be meeting up at night for so many other reasons okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-116960267379509250?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/116960267379509250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=116960267379509250&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/116960267379509250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/116960267379509250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2007/01/wat-time-tonight.html' title='wat time tonight?'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-116774221102421737</id><published>2007-01-02T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:05:34.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unique New Year celebration...</title><content type='html'>i had the most unique and memorable new year celebration this year as for the first time in my life i did the countdown to new year in a hospital ward..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ending of 2006 and the begining of 2007 was kinda hectic for me and my family.we were travelling back and forth to the hospital and home because my sister was admitted for dengue and the best part was that all of us were on AL(Annual Leave) since the day my sister was admmited..haha..&lt;br /&gt;well we didnt actually take AL to accompany my sis but we took leave becoz we were supposed to be in Kedah for a holiday. Unfortunately one day before our departure(one day after X'mas), my sister had high fever and we decided to get her checked in the hospital n the doctor suspected it could be dengue as my sister's fever has been coming on and off since Sunday and usually tats the first sign for dengue.&lt;br /&gt;but the problem with dengue is tat you wont be able to detect/confirm it on the first few days. Your fever will be coming on and off and your blood test result will still not show any signs of dengue. But the main thing to take into consideration here is your blood platlet count which will be reducing slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the 3rd day all of us were still hoping that her fever would subside and we could still make it for our Kedah trip..hehe..but unfortunately we were dissapointed with the blood test report on the 3rd day(tat was on Thursday)..she tested positive for dengue and her blood platlet count started to go down drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor asked her to continue her "holiday" at the hospital until the platlet count starts to increase..and so we waited...&lt;br /&gt;i even cancelled my AL and went back to work on friday.&lt;br /&gt;the blood test is only done once a day which is in the morning and the we would know the result by 10am..so if the platlet count is still going down..it only means one thing...&lt;br /&gt;my sister has to stay another day until the next blood test is done.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we waited..patiently..every morning we would keep our fingers crossed for a good news..but no..&lt;br /&gt;all we got to know was tat her blood platlet count was getting lesser..even the doc started to make us worried by saying tat if the count goes lower than 30 my sister might have to go for a blood transfusion.&lt;br /&gt;the idea of using someone else's blood was somethin my sister wasnt happy of.&lt;br /&gt;on the morning of new year's eve..we got a shocking news tat her blood count has dropped till 50.u see the problem with dengue is tat, once the count starts dropping..it will continue to drop drastically..but once the count starts increasing, then its good news..becoz when it increases, it really shoots up very fast and it will not go down again(in most cases).&lt;br /&gt;so we started hoping that on the next day..her count will shoot up instead of going even lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on new year's eve, me,my dad and mom decided to stay with my sis till midnight and do the countdown with her.we felt sorry for her to be lying alone in the ward when everyone outside was celebrating..and since it was my mom's birthday i brought my mom's present to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;so at sharp 12am..we switched off the room's lights and all four of us stood at the room's window and watched the fireworks..since my sister was on the 5th floor we could watch the fireworks clearly.&lt;br /&gt;haha..it was a different feeling actually..all of our tiredness and frustration left us and we happily watched the fireworks display which lasted for almost 15 minutes..we could see the fireworks from different locations and we started saying.."hey..i think tat one is from shah alam..hey..tis one must be from the padang near klang"..and the guessing went on and on..haha..it was fun nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;we then wished my mom happy birthday and she opened her present.&lt;br /&gt;after a while..we left my sis and returned home around 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning(new year's day)..we all went to the hospital as usual..it was like our daily routine for the past 7 days already.my mom was saying that the best present should could ask for now would be the news tat my sister's blood platlet count is going up..haha..and FINALLY the good news came..the nurse told us tat my sister's count has increased..and the reading now shows 76..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha..all of us felt very happy..it was finally a good start for the year for us..after the series of dissapointing events.&lt;br /&gt;my sister finally got discharged...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tat was my new year's celebration..although we didnt really do anything exciting or go out to celebrate..but tat small little celebration we had in the hospital ward was something i will never forget for it has been the most unique and best new year's celebration i ever had..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh BTW..i was away in Sarawak begining of this month..i wanted so much to blog abt it but didnt get the chance to do it..but now even before i can blog about it..im going there again!&lt;br /&gt;haha..well i will leaving for Sarawak again tmr..im going alone again..and tis time i'll be also going to Kota Kinabalu,Sabah..should be back by Sunday tis week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing all of u guys out there a happy and healthy year ahead...may all your dreams and whishes come true..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see u guys soon..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-116774221102421737?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/116774221102421737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=116774221102421737&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;how was it like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...i have a mixed feeling about the entire thing actually.excited, worried, pressured and a little tired.&lt;br /&gt;so let me start off with the teacher. &lt;br /&gt;He's a man around 60 yrs ++..yes a senior teacher.he looks like those people who have this &lt;i&gt;pengetua&lt;/i&gt; kinda look. Very well dressed(long sleeved n all) and professional type. When i first entered the class, he called me up and gave me a form to fill up (my particulars n stuff like that). So this was my first conversation with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Please fill up this form and return to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sure..(i stretched out my hand to take the form tat he is giving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Your &lt;i&gt;right hand&lt;/i&gt; please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : err..oh im sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually didnt even realize tat i was extending my left hand to receive the form.&lt;br /&gt;So from tat moment on..i knew there was more to come.....the &lt;b&gt;protocols&lt;/b&gt; i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled up the form and to my dislike i had to answer 2 questions which i couldnt think of any anwers to write..so i had to force my already exhausted brain(coz i was after work) to think of something reasonable to fill in that particular column.&lt;br /&gt;Below are the questions..and my answers tat i could think of at that point of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q) &lt;i&gt;Why did you take up Sitar class?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) I'm interested to master the art of playing this instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q) &lt;i&gt;How long do you intend to learn this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) As long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my answer might sound dumb...but tat was all tat i could think of and my sole intention was to fill up tat 1 line of empty space.i just took it as a normal survey form we usually hav to fill up when we register for somethin.so any words tat came out from my head would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i submitted to him the form..and to my shock..he started going tru the answers and evaluating wat i've written...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fantastic&lt;/i&gt; i thought.&lt;br /&gt;=_=''&lt;br /&gt;i was preparing myself for another round of lecture of "wat do u mean u want to master the instrument?do u think its so easy?..u need to put in 100% effort and practise bla bla bla bla..lalala ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so..get did i a few minutes worth of lecture on wat did i mean by using tis word and tat word..wat kind of effort u intend to put in..will u work hard..n all this kinda questions (suddenly i felt as if i was back in primary skool)&lt;br /&gt;haih..mental torture la..i just didnt expect him to analayse those few miserable words in so many angles...haha..but finally tat session came to an end..after he found out that i hav been learning veena for 4 years..he got convinced tat i cant be a &lt;i&gt;learning-somethin-just-for-fun&lt;/i&gt; fellar.&lt;br /&gt;phieww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so he started explaining to me abt the instrument parts and asked me to go get one.So i took on from the room and brought to him. I sat and he asked me to hand him the instrument..so i lifted the instrument from where i was sitting and handed it over to him..and then he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "Next time, please stand up and pass me the instrument"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Ohh..ok.i will"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another protocol i have to bear in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall he started off teaching me how to play the basic notes..and i had the feeling tat i was trying to accomplish a very sophisticated yoga pose.&lt;br /&gt;the angle i hav to place my legs, my hands, my fingers, my eyes..felt as if i was trying to get myself tangled.&lt;br /&gt;after somehow managing to get the sitting position right..i suddenly wondered if there is a sudden fire..i'll be half burnt before i can actually release myself and start running.&lt;br /&gt;haha..just kidding..it wasnt tat bad after u got used to it..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overall it went well. actually the teacher wasnt tat bad, a very soft spoken person and go-slow type. I guess i just need to be abit more careful with the way i speak and move about..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me to get the instrument as soon as possible.so i guess i will be shopping for one soon..will try to upload a pic once i get it..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-116295110414286125?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/116295110414286125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=116295110414286125&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/116295110414286125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/116295110414286125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-right-hand-please.html' title='your right hand please...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-116061383899285106</id><published>2006-10-12T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T09:11:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your blog is so borrringggg...:(</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is the comment i've been receiving lately from some of my other frens who visited my blog. the most common comments i get from them EVEN BEFORE THEY START READING is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"AHH....soo many words!..i got no time to read."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"aih..no pictures at all..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"man..how can you write so much..??"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday my colleague who sits beside me saw my typing a post for my blog and she asked me for my blog url..&lt;br /&gt;the first thing she said after the page loaded was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"eughhh....so BORINGGG...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and she didnt even bother reading the first line!arghh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dear frens out there, is my blog really THAT boring ar?&lt;br /&gt;how can i improve it?any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;Should i add in more pictures?MY pictures?(erm..im really not photogenic..tats y i hardly post any of my pics..)&lt;br /&gt;Reduce the words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been getting this &lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt; comment so often until im getting so SICK AND TIRED of it..i've HAD ENOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;so u guys better respond to this post within 24 hours!!&lt;br /&gt;else im gonna commit suicide..i mean..my blog is gonna commit suicide!!&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;i&gt;MEAN IT&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;24 hours ar!10 minutes adi wasted reading this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fasterrr..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun play play ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..just kiddin..any positive/negative comments will be much appereciated..just hope i can make my blog more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-116061383899285106?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/116061383899285106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=116061383899285106&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/116061383899285106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/116061383899285106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2006/10/your-blog-is-so-borrringggg.html' title='your blog is so borrringggg...:('/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-116052929140428763</id><published>2006-10-11T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:31:05.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spray here please...</title><content type='html'>last sunday i was in Mid Valley doing my deepavali shopping.&lt;br /&gt;As i was walking around i came across those sales people who promote perfume.i think all of us have seen them before, they are usually stationed in the free walk area in the middle of the mall. These sales ppl would approach u and will offer to spray some perfume on you so tat you can test it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually remembered an incident happened some time back related to this perfume thingy. Generally these perfume sales ppl would offer to either spray on ur wrist area or give you a sample piece of small paper with the perfume on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there was this one aunty walking pass the sales ppl and as usual a girl offered to spray some on her. At first this aunty kinda rejected, but after some thought she decided to give it a try. &lt;br /&gt;The best part of this incident is about WHERE the girl is gonna spray the perfume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my disbelief, this aunty actually lifted up her hand and asked the sales girl to spray some on her ARMPIT!&lt;br /&gt;and to make things even more interesting this aunty was actually wearing a sleeveless blouse..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could see the shock expression on the sales girl's face.the girl who was so eager to let the aunty try out the new perfume..now looked kinda reluctant to move forward.she just stood still at her spot..deciding whether or not to fulfil this extraordinary request..&lt;br /&gt;finally..&lt;s&gt;after smelling the armpit from a distance and deciding tat it was well kept&lt;/s&gt;..the gal moved a little forward n sprayed some there..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as to how the aunty tested the smell of the perfume..i had no idea..i was too busy laughing my heads off to notice anything else tat happened after that..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im guessing probably she could ask someone she knows to smell for her and tell her how it was eh..but then again, she might not be able to smell the original smell of the perfume kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-116052929140428763?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/116052929140428763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=116052929140428763&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/116052929140428763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/116052929140428763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2006/10/spray-here-please.html' title='spray here please...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-116005973866203226</id><published>2006-10-05T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T11:18:59.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where was i...</title><content type='html'>i hope everyone still remembers me...AND my blog..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been doing so many things last few weeks until it really makes me wonder if my life going to go on like this forever...haha..well lets hope it wont..coz to a certain extent although im enjoying it..i just feel that im missing out some of the other usual things in my life such as chatting with my buddies, watching tv at home with my family..going for dinner n all..probably i should learn to balance it up a bit. &lt;br /&gt;ok so where was i and wat hav i been doing lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been attending a couple of tranings and seminars on and off since the begining of Sept. the first one around begining of Sept was Microsoft's Tech-Ed which was held in Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre.Although im a Java developer now but I was using .Net in my previous company and moreover there are possibilities that we might be using other technologies for our upcoming projects, depending upon the requirements that is. So that is why my Senior Manager tends to not let us just be trapped in the Java world alone and wants us to be exposed to the updates of the other technologies as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Tech-Ed was okay. Some of the conferences were worth it and the rest kinda boring. But im glad tat now i at least know the latest updates of their products as I hav kinda lost touch with .Net for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;I particularly enjoyed the place since its my first time spending time in Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre. I even met Chun Eng and a couple of other friends there. Managed to even catch up with Choy for lunch..hehe..so overall it went fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stay for all 4 days for Tech-Ed because I had another 2 days training in Genting on the 3rd day of Tech-Ed. So me and 3 of my other colleagues(including my SM) left for Genting after 2 days in Tech-Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Genting we attended the IBM WebSphere &amp; Rational Technical Boot Camp which lasted for 2 days. It was more on SOA and RUP using the Rational Software by IBM. That one was related to our current projects as we adopting RUP/UML. This training we had a lot of fun, thanks to our Senior Manager...:)&lt;br /&gt;My SM is around 40 yrs old but has a very playful and jovial attitude.u can joke with like her just like how u joke with ur buddies of your age. to be frank, she makes u very comfortable being with her.can forget all the formalities and procedures.&lt;br /&gt;For example, our first day training only starts at 2.30pm but she decided that we all should leave around 10am and we were in genting by 11.30am!haha..and after walking around..she said lets us all go for bowling since we had some time left.hehe..so we all went for a round of bowling..she belanja us.even playing bowling with her wasnt boring at all...each time she or any of us strikes..we would make so much noise and she would come n say.."Gimme Five!!"..haha..everyone there was pratically watching these bunch of "kids" playing.even the teenagers there were so well behaved...:P&lt;br /&gt;But since we were all the same noisy "kaki"..so we managed to blend in well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling we went for makan and attended the training which lasted till 6.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;we were then assigned a room..my SM and another colleague(girl) didnt stay back for the 2nd day training. The room was only for me and my another guy colleague.&lt;br /&gt;so after refreshing ourselves in the room which was quite nice.we proceeded for our buffet dinner. But befor that, since me and my girl colleague are non-muslims, we got a free voucher each for Casino..hehe..but it was just rm10 voucher la..but nevertheless me and my fren just went in and see around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending some time in the casino(we only played the lucky draw thingy..coz both of us were too "lost" in there..:P)..we joined my other colleagues for the buffet dinner..and then after dinner..we all got a free ticket to watch the Mysteria Show...hehehe..and off we went for the show.&lt;br /&gt;It was really good, my first time watching magic right in front of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and finally at around 11pm..we bid farewell to my SM and my other female colleague and both of us returned to our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activity for the next day was Treasure Hunt. We were divided into 5 teams and had to solve a series of clues and questions related to our training on the previous day and in addition to that we had to complete certain tasks before we got the next clue. We had to play some of the outdoor games, perform rock-climbing and many other stuff in order to get our clues..so we were practically running all over the Outdoor and Indoor theme park like skool kids...ahaha. But the experience was different as we had the opportunity to play the games for free this time..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the treasure hunt ended at 1pm, we all got a 128MB pen drive and a IBM jacket each..and after checking out the room we left for KL.&lt;br /&gt;We had a really good time during the Boot Camp, the food, accomodation, entertainment and the training itself was fun and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;just hope there are more trainings like tat in future..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last week I attended another Microsoft Office 2007 Touchdown training in AmCorp mall. That training was the worst I attended so far. The presenters were not very effecient and the place was very uncomfortable. We were all pratically waiting when it would end but overall the product features was impressive just tat it was poorly presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last week also i was really busy practising and performing in temples for a 10 day long festival.this year we had a few invitation in different temples to play the veena during the night session prayers. me and my other frens were pratically rushing after work everyday for practise and performance but it was kinda fun.this was my first time perfoming in temples ever since i joined as before this i was still new and didnt know some of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;overall it was memorable watching ppl listen to u play and clap hands when u play a particular song they like..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOEEI..WAKE UP LAR!!&lt;br /&gt;i write soo long..and i can see all of u guys yawning away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall that was a very long summary of my activities for the last few weeks and btw..i also finally registered for my long awaited sitar classes..i'll be starting next friday. n the classes are in Temple Of Fine Arts in Brickfields..so will be going there after work.hopefully it turns out well...coz i've been waiting soo long to start playing sitar..wil keep my fingers crossed..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-116005973866203226?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/116005973866203226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=116005973866203226&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/116005973866203226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/116005973866203226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-was-i.html' title='where was i...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-115587001840278905</id><published>2006-08-18T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:04:00.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock knock..anybody home?</title><content type='html'>errr...hello guys...is everyone still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been regularly checking everyone's blog for updates but seems like all the blogs are put to the sleep mode...not a word.&lt;br /&gt;is everyone getting too busy with work or issit just pure laziness?&lt;br /&gt;c'mon guys..move your fat ass and start WRITING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha..ok..look who's talking eh..:P&lt;br /&gt;i myself have not updated my blog for ages...well as for me, i admit its laziness.this is my problem...if i take a break from something for sometime..then its just so hard for me to start it back again..&lt;br /&gt;its just SOOOO HARD....&lt;br /&gt;REALLY HARD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote so many posts actually..but all not published coz i didnt have time to go through the grammar check and the story flow. so what i'll do is just write the stuff and save it as draft..intending to check it later when im free.&lt;br /&gt;but that "later" never came..and as a result all the so called draft posts are piling up..i dont know when will i ever get the time to check them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how has my life been lately?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..things are getting better here.im kinda getting adapted to my new environment and getting along ok with my bosses and colleagues..so far so good (touchwood...).&lt;br /&gt;well probably the main reason for this is because..the entire new software development team that we have now consist of all new recruits.&lt;br /&gt;the previous Software Engineers all left due to some misurderstanding with one of the boss and then we came in..and thankfully after a month we joined the "sophisticated" boss decided to leave as well.&lt;br /&gt;so now its like a fresh new team without any problematic people.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..that boss who left was surely a complicated person..just one month working with him..i myself came to the stage of quitting this new job.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow he decided to do us all good by leaving...phieww..nightmare over.&lt;br /&gt;so now we're free to &lt;s&gt;have fun&lt;/s&gt; do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..but yeah there is one obvious problem now that we have a whole new team of fresh recruits.&lt;br /&gt;can u guys guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..mainly im the one effected by this problem which is i have to learn up all the systems that im maintaining all by myself as the seniors have all left.&lt;br /&gt;and its all in Java and there is some kinda framework that they use here..which i have been having a bit of trouble catching up with the way it is configured and all.&lt;br /&gt;and as u guys know..these senior software engineers left out of misunderstanding with the boss..so u know wat programmers do if u piss them off before they leave the company rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these fellas didnt really mess up with the codes...they just left without leaving a single clue on how the next person is gonna take over.so i know nuts about their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mr.ash here is the hero..i'm the only one assigned to take over all the systems tat has been left by these seniors coz the remaining new SE's are all exported to another new project..leaving the little boy to survive in this world full of complicated adults.:(&lt;br /&gt;so as for now im trying all the possible crazy ways i can possibly think of to fix the bugs whenever there is a problem with the clients.&lt;br /&gt;i've messed up twice already..and the second one was a permanent damage..but thankfully they had some other alternatives to work that out.&lt;br /&gt;so lets see when whole system is gonna collapse...and i will go into hiding...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now its kinda okay..one of my colleague is helping me out and i have two interns who are very hardworking as well.&lt;s&gt;so all i do is just sit down and watch them do my work.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the support for all these systems..im also working on 2 new projects.all in pure JSP using Struts and of course our dear RUP methodology..hehe..only da RUP part i know wat im doing.the JSP part im blindly trying my luck..hopefully the system wont crash while im still around..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another interesting thing tat happens here occasionally is the seminars they send me to. these seminars are usually on our vendors product or those organized by IBM, oracle etc.&lt;br /&gt;one good thing abt the seminars organized by our vendors is the hotels they choose.&lt;br /&gt;so far i've had the chance to go to Hilton in Sentral &amp; JW Mariott KL.&lt;br /&gt;i actually wrote a post on the Hilton one..but well u know where is the post is right now rite..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that's about it from me...&lt;br /&gt;an overall summary of my working life right now. there is so much more things i would like to write abt my workplace..but well we'll save for another time k..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-115587001840278905?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/115587001840278905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=115587001840278905&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/115587001840278905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/115587001840278905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2006/08/knock-knockanybody-home.html' title='knock knock..anybody home?'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-115268828394272338</id><published>2006-07-12T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:23:40.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an interesting one...</title><content type='html'>ok...this is how a simple post can crack me up.hehe..i guess im so used to staring at Java codes and diagrams..suddenly somethin as simple as comes up and it can get me so excited..:P&lt;br /&gt;ahh..tis shows how much im missing the life as a normal human..&lt;br /&gt;haha..anyway..here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people u can think of and then tag 5 more people to do the survey. Do not read the questions before you write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok here is a list of frens i think you guys might know, i tried my best to select ppl who i think you guys are familiar with..some names not from college, they're my colleagues in office.i think some of you might even know them as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;2. Choy Wun&lt;br /&gt;3. Wan Lee&lt;br /&gt;4. Steff&lt;br /&gt;5. Wy-Pun&lt;br /&gt;6. Philip&lt;br /&gt;7. Chun Eng&lt;br /&gt;8. Billy&lt;br /&gt;9. Yong Seng&lt;br /&gt;10. Azryl&lt;br /&gt;11. Sivam&lt;br /&gt;12. Hai Ling&lt;br /&gt;13. Julyana&lt;br /&gt;14. Bonnie&lt;br /&gt;15. Teo&lt;br /&gt;16. Yanti&lt;br /&gt;17. Siok Pin&lt;br /&gt;18. Sandra&lt;br /&gt;19. Jeet&lt;br /&gt;20. Geok Bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did u meet #14 (Bonnie)&lt;br /&gt;Met him during my dip year in APIIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would u do if u haven't met #1 (Jessie)&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt have known a girlfren who'd call me &lt;em&gt;Darling&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Sayang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would u do if #20 (Geok Bin) and #9 (Yong Seng) dated?&lt;br /&gt;erm..i think we can at least be confident tat we will definetely have a few brainy kids in future..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would #6 (Philip) and #17 (Siok Pin) make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...finally philip got a girl to date.ahah..well siok pin is definetely the "most-wanted-girl" but im not sure if she'll be able to meet philip's high standard requirements..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe #3 (Wan Lee)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...she looks like a decent and very well mannered girl..coming from a high standard family n all.&lt;br /&gt;But kan..wait till she starts arguing...&lt;em&gt;mampus engkau..haiseh...terrer man&lt;/em&gt;...*&lt;em&gt;salute&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;em&gt;salute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hahha...1lee..im making u famous!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think #8 (Billy) is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;well yea..looks like a homely boy and those goodie goodie type..but pls dont discuss any $$ related issues with him...&lt;em&gt;finance minister pun kalah tau&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me something about #7 (Chun Eng)?&lt;br /&gt;he's the smart type...always up to date with his work n hardworking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tengok pun takut ler..&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you know anything about #12 (Hai Ling)'s family?&lt;br /&gt;yay..i know tis..i know tis...&lt;br /&gt;her grandma lives in Klang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is #1's (Jessie) favourite?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her food unfinished and trying to hide it from me at the end of each meal!&lt;br /&gt;ahhahah..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What would you do if #11 (Sivam) confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;ermm...i'll tell him i like him too but i cant marry him and we cant have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What language does #15 (Teo) speak?&lt;br /&gt;English, Malay and chinese dialects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is #9 (Yong Seng) going out with?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..im not sure who's tat girl..but one thing for sure is i know she tortures him by bringing him to pet shops ALL the time!&lt;br /&gt;hmm..wats her name adi ar?guys..any guesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How old is #16 (Yanti)?&lt;br /&gt;same as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When was the last time you talked to #13 (Julyana)?&lt;br /&gt;in March..during my farewell lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is #2 (Choy Wun)'s favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;erm..choy u neva told me tat b'for..can u tell me now pls?so tat i can fill this up...&lt;em&gt;faster&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you date #4 (Steff)?&lt;br /&gt;ahh...why not...but i'll make sure i have backup plans in case of emergency..&lt;br /&gt;steff always has some unexpected agenda...hahahahhaha..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you date #7 (Chun Eng)?&lt;br /&gt;u dont want me to date u right chun eng?&lt;br /&gt;..yea..i take tat as a no..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is #15 (Teo) single?&lt;br /&gt;nope he's not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is #10 (Azryl)'s last name?&lt;br /&gt;Syed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you consider being in a relationship with #19 (Jeet)?&lt;br /&gt;erm well...if she cancels her wedding next year..i might consider...muahahha..just kiddin..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What schools did #17 (Siok Pin) go to?&lt;br /&gt;must be some skool in ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your favourite thing about #5 (Wy-Pun)?&lt;br /&gt;her ability to come up with really n funny poems in just few seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you think about #13 (Julyana)?&lt;br /&gt;she's a damn rich gal..she has a 4-story house back in indonesia..&lt;br /&gt;wait was it 4 or 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do #4 (Steff) and # 18 (Sandra) have in common?&lt;br /&gt;ahha..well..they are my gal+friends..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What special qualities does #5 (Wy-Pun) hold in your life?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..im painfully taking care of her boys...so she owes me something &lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt;..ahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-115268828394272338?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/115268828394272338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=115268828394272338&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/115268828394272338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/115268828394272338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2006/07/interesting-one.html' title='an interesting one...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-114955579255657714</id><published>2006-06-06T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T17:00:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 : wanna join us?...</title><content type='html'>lama betul i tak update blog ye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahha..oh hi guys..man..its been almost a month since i last updated!&lt;br /&gt;well at least last time i used to try to update my blog once a week...but seems like i've lost tat habbit..i think i should start back eh..wat d'ya guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..ok anyway the reason i even started this post is becoz eng forced me to..:P..hehe..just kiddin actually we kinda made an agreement that we'll write about our last week's trip to watch a movie...since the story is kinda long..we decided to divide it into 2 parts..me doin the first and eng the second.&lt;br /&gt;well..its not just an ordinary trip coz somehow wheneva i make arrangements with my buddies to go out..i'll tend to screw up somethin (just like the "overslept" incident during our ostrich trip wit pun,ys n steff..ahh..well tats another story..:P).&lt;br /&gt;ah..well...u are guessing right pun n steff, i did screw up a bit this time also..&lt;br /&gt;here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to our organizers(Mr.Philip &amp; Mr.Billy), we were supposed to meet up in midvalley to catch a movie and since i've never made it to any of Philip's invitation..i decided to make myself available this time.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow towards the end, the plan changed and the organizers informed me that the new location would be Times Square and i agreed.&lt;br /&gt;so after making arrangements with eng, i told him tat i'll be meeting him at the Masjd Jamek LRT station at 1.30pm since our appointment with the organizers is only at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early that morning(yes i did wake up early ok...:D).&lt;br /&gt;thinking that what else can go wrong, i planned my schedule and decided to leave to the KTM station around 12.15pm and i can catch the 12.30pm train and i will be in masjid jamek by 1.20pm.&lt;br /&gt;worst case, if the 12.3opm train gets delayed(U MUST GIVE SOME EXCEPTION FOR THIS if u are taking KTM...PLEASE..PLEASE follow my advice), i can still get the 12.45pm train and be there at 1.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after planning my schedule...i started lepaking around.u know..watching tv..checking my mails..yada yada..of course every few minutes keeping an eye on the clock.&lt;br /&gt;around 11.30am, i decided to go to my room to start ironing my tshirt(&lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt; i know how to iron myself)...i selected the t-shirt..do tis n tat..and i saw the time and it was 11.45am.&lt;br /&gt;so i went for my shower n by the time i got ready..i went in to my mom's room just to take my comb(i dunno how it got there)...and while combing my hair there i glanced at the clock and .....TADA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.35PM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it all started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that the bloody clock that was in my room was like 20 minutes slow!&lt;br /&gt;the battery was dying off.&lt;br /&gt;and it just struck me that how come the process of selecting my shirt, ironing it...doin tis and tat onli took 15 minutes??&lt;br /&gt;ahh..wat the heck..no time for all these crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started rushing as expected...i didnt even have time to look for my shoes.just grabbed my sandals and went out...in my mind i was telling myself.."habisla...chun eng is gonna bising..he's gonna bising"...ahhah..well im llike tat..i just hate the idea of making someone wait for me..(and of course the other way round too..:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i managed to reach the KTM station by 12.45pm..so i tot at least i can still catch the 12.45pm train and make it by 1.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;but guys...never, never ever decide your future if you have to rely on KTM's service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS EXPECTED&lt;/strong&gt;...the train got delayed and i only made it to KL Sentral at 1.35pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then i've already sms-ed eng and told him tat i only can make it by 1.45pm...and thank god eng said that he's running late himself.so he said that 1.45pm should be just nice.&lt;br /&gt;i rushed to the LRT station in KL Sentral to get the train to Masjid Jamek...and guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;the LRT Service was down!&lt;br /&gt;they hav put up a big sign board there with the message "CLOSED.Gangguan Teknikal"(wat a good combination of language..MALAYSIA BOLEH!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh...so i rushed back to the KTM station just to take another ticket to the KL station and from there i can walk to Masjid Jamek.&lt;br /&gt;so i bought the bloody ticket..waited for the KTM train again and finally got to the Masjid Jamek station.&lt;br /&gt;and there was Mr.Eng waiting ...hahah..i think eng too got delayed coz the LRT service was kinda having some problem at the Kerinchi Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then it was already 2pm somethin and we were guessing that the organizers must be already waiting for us...but nvm i tot...since we r already gonna board the STAR, we should be there in few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;and we got into the train...yakking away...yea la..long time didnt see eng also..so we were chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng : "eh..wait a moment...where are we now??"&lt;br /&gt;ash : "err...i think its Pudu Station"&lt;br /&gt;eng : "oh shit..we should hav got down in Hang Tuah"&lt;br /&gt;ash : "aisayman...T___T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we got down in Pudu and illegally went to the other side of the platform to take the returning train to Hang Tuah.&lt;br /&gt;and FINALLY...we reached Times Square....and located one of the organizers waiting for us near GSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no guys..it didnt end there..&lt;br /&gt;hahah..lets wait n see what eng has in store for us...;)&lt;br /&gt;kindly refer to his blog for the continuation of this story..&lt;a href="http://chuneng.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-2-day-out.html"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-114955579255657714?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/114955579255657714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>1 month....</title><content type='html'>well, time flies doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;it has been a month since i got here...so many things happened which i dont even wanna think about now.&lt;br /&gt;seems like something is just not right with everything that i have to go tru..haha..but hey i guess im not the only one going through a bad time..everyone has their own stuff to worry about. i've just got to learn to face it...so im not gonna make a big fuss about it...its just that sometimes it frustrates me when whichever move i make, ends me up in some kinda mess...and i've never experienced it this bad before...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this proverb seems to be a great help to me...it lifts me up whenever i think im hitting the edge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;if it doesnt kill..it only makes you stronger&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall, im still surviving..heh..the workload and everything that comes along with it is getting a bit out of hand. way beyond that i can imagine of...but its still okay...somehow something would pop up at the last moment and saves my day...the day when nothing pops up...i'll blog it..that time you guys can analyze the whole story..heh..till then, lets leave all these crap aside...i've got enuff in my head..i dont want to read it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides work, i didnt really do much. work seems to be taking up a big deal of my time and mind. but somehow my music lessons has been helping me relax a lot..im kinda glad that i got into something like this.at least it helps to divert my attention to something more enjoyable once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i will be taking some additional classes with my teacher's teacher from india. she's back here again for some work and decided to take private lessons for a few of us. i'm kinda anticipating the classes but its just tat the payment kinda shucks.&lt;br /&gt;2 days classes (6 hours in total) would cost me RM500... :( ..there goes my savings for this month.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess u've gotta sacrifice somethin if u want somethin.&lt;br /&gt;so im not gonna think to much about the money part...i'll take it as an opportunity to improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and dad taught me to respect the elders...so when i meet them, i'm supposed to address them as uncle or aunty.&lt;br /&gt;but in my company im calling all the uncles and aunties by their names...this feels wierd.&lt;br /&gt;i've never worked with soOOOOOO many oldies before...i just had 1 in my company last time..and he let us call him "uncle"..and he was my boss.&lt;br /&gt;haih...1 messed up world..this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...well...i seriously didnt plan what to write...and now i dunno what else to write.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just leave it here for now..cant think of anything else that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say hi to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers guys&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-114489033754972271</id><published>2006-04-13T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T01:33:46.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didnt know okay...</title><content type='html'>being new to the office, im still kinda learning the other colleagues habbits and norms..u know stuffs like..if you are the first one in the office, u must switch on the lights.if u are the last one to leave, u must lock the main door,off the lights,leave the middle light on..and all these craps.&lt;br /&gt;its just my second week...so i cannot say i know them all...im still observing and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning..i was the first one to come in.there are two doors leading into my department..one is the main door and the other is the side one.&lt;br /&gt;ever since my first day here...the main door has been always open.but i know they will close it in the evening after 6pm because i saw a notice behind the door stating tat the door should be closed after 6pm to avoid the alarm from being activated coz these doors here got some sort of a electronic controller to lock and unlock it.you are supposed to swipe your id and then only it will open.but since people are walking in and out in and out of my department...during working hours, they will disable the eletronic check thingie and leave the door open.but in the evening they will activate it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today morning, i was the first one to arrive and the main door was locked. so i proceeded to the side door and swiped my card n came in. when i was at my place..i was thinking of opening the main door..but i couldnt see any button or switch to unlock it.scared tat i might trigger the alarm off or somethin,i just left it. dunwanna act smart u see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after awhile, another malay colleague came(i havent spoken to him b'for)..he tried opening the main door from outside but couldnt.so he walked 2 the second door..which is just like 10 more extra steps from the main one.i mean..for me its not such a long walk la..but i noticed him doing this while walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was shaking his head, looking irritated like as if now because the door couldnt open, the extra 10 steps he has to take would cost his spiky hair to fall flat.he looked irritated and angry while walking.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought he must be mad wit the management or somethin for not opening the door.&lt;br /&gt;so i just ignored him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when he came in...he walked straight pass me without even looking up to say "morning"(i was the only living creature sitting in the office tat time)..well i guess this shows how frenly he is...anyway..not that im dying to hear his voice or anythin.&lt;br /&gt;i just buat dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he proceeded to the main door and did somethin ..and..&lt;br /&gt;the door opened!&lt;br /&gt;and he continued shaking his head..like u know...saying.."tis kinda simple thing oso kenot do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now u know..who he was mad at.&lt;br /&gt;i guess he was irritated with my attitude for not opening the door...he tot i was being lazy or selfish for not thinking about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HEY..i tried okay!&lt;em&gt;i tried!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just couldnt figure out how to do it..!&lt;br /&gt;i mean,its not like the HR gave me a one day training to learn how to open and close door locks and activate and de-activate the company alarm...im still learning u stupid clown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt irritated wit tat stupid reaction of his.u know...early in the morning u come to work..and here comes a clown to spoil the start of your day.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..im glad i didnt open it.serves him right.for a person like this..im not gonna waste my energy doing them a favour.if he has to walk another round around the building just to get in..let it be.&lt;br /&gt;at least he can reduce his tummy a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate seeing men behaving like woman..onli ladies complain for tis kinda small things...really overreacting for a small stupid thing...i almost felt like punching his face when i saw him doing tat...damn bengang.&lt;br /&gt;since i couldnt do that..im doing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-114489033754972271?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/114489033754972271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=114489033754972271&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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life!&lt;br /&gt;from 9am to 5.30pm...all i need to do is read all the documents related to the system i am supposed to be handling...use case diagrams, sequence diagrams and all the possible UML diagrams you can ever imagine...adooii...memang kenot tahan adi. hundrends and hundreds of pages i had to flip..and as if thats not enough, i'm supposed to understand all the unexplainable Java technologies which i have never bothered to look at in my entire life..(seriously..i am not a JAVA fan!)&lt;br /&gt;T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe..ok well i think its not really nice to start the post with a negative comment about my first week at work.&lt;br /&gt;to be truthful, besides the fact that i had to read an entire library(well..it felt like that), my first week was kinda okay.well at least better than i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after listening to comments from my dear buddies about all the politics in big companies n all, i kinda prepared myself for the worst. i mean, its kinda common that big companies usually have some bullies and unfriendly people that you'd have to bear with. so well, mentally i was ready to face this.&lt;br /&gt;however, to my suprise..it wasnt as bad as i thought it would be..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my company consists of few different departments. there's those normal ones like HR &amp; Admin, Finance, Accounting and so on.&lt;br /&gt;and there are also different departments among the Development Team as well. we're divided according to the type of projects we handle.those Communications and Multimedia based systems are handled by one department. then there are those who handle major government projects and Education &amp;amp; Training type of projects.&lt;br /&gt;my department is the one that handles the government projects such as hospital systems and each one of our dept has around 10 to 20 staffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the youngest in my whole entire department(around 20 of us in mine), the other colleagues are way more senior to me (age ranging from 29 to 60). so when i first entered, i felt kinda &lt;em&gt;sesat,&lt;/em&gt; i couldnt figure out how i was going to fit in among them&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; i just knew i was gonna be facing those long periods being a lost kid among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, it wasnt as bad as i anticipated, amazingly, the person whom i join for lunch(is a new recruit who is 40 yrs old), seems to be way much younger at heart than i thought he would be. during lunch, we spend time talkin about music artist like Sting, about when he first started smoking and how he was forced to quit smoking and how he once had the opportunity to go for lunch with Ravi Shankar (a famous sitar player) and so on..&lt;br /&gt;i mean..for me, this is more than enuff.at least he's cool about things and he seems to be able to join me with &lt;em&gt;my kinda thing&lt;/em&gt; instead of getting me to join &lt;em&gt;his kinda thing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my Project Manager is a very jovial, happy-go-lucky kinda lady as well, kinda playful and always laughing.she seems to be able to laugh for every a small joke and tells us funny things about our senior bosses..hehe. sometimes i would join her for lunch too.&lt;br /&gt;the other seniors there are more or less like this as well.so at least its not so boring when it comes to hanging out with them during lunch n all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the prob is the fact that the office is damn quiet when its work time. i am so used to at least chat once in a while wit my colleagues in my previous company. but now, i can go on for 4 long hours not even saying one word to anyone.sometimes i get this feeling like as if i forgot how to talk...hehe..tat was a bit difficult for me at first.but now kinda used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another interesting thing that caught my attention was the fact that my company has a sports club on our 3rd floor. we just have to pay RM5 for membership fees every month and we can use all the facilities there..gym, badminton court n so on...hehe..well tat thing kinda attracted me.i always wanted to try out in a gym.maybe one of these days i'll go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall it went kinda okay.im just glad that i can at least mix around with these people..as for me, i cant stand a boring environment where i cant chat with anyone.tat will just make me feel not motivated to go to work.and somehow...this time, driving all the way to Cyberjaya doesnt feel that bad at all.last year...i used to dread every single moment i was in cyberjaya, i felt so lost and bored to death there...all i wanted to do each time i got there was to count how many hours more is left before i can get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got this job again in Cyberjaya...those old memories began to haunt me.but somehow..now that i am there..it doesnt feel that bad..maybe i guess it is the environment, it is is more lively here than my first job.that time it was just 4 of us in the entire floor...man...memang kenot tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just the kind of person who is not used to quiet places..i love places with lots of humans and to me that makes the place full of energy..to remind me that im alive and not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh yeah...about my title.&lt;br /&gt;i was at the lift and one of my malay colleague came to me and introduced himself.i said my name n all, then he asked me..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you are not a local, are you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i AM local&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"...and he was like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SERIOUSLYY???oh my god.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like...wtf!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how did i look like to him..i mean..the most common thing tat people say about me is i look like a malay and they wouldnt believe me if i tell them tat im an indian..and im kinda used to that.&lt;br /&gt;but malay people come from malaysia rite?&lt;em&gt;rite?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhh..i suddenly have this strange feeling that now people start to think that i look like a bangla or somethin..i must be having this wierd look.&lt;br /&gt;man..this explains why tat RHB Bank fella asked me to bring all those crazy documents!!&lt;br /&gt;he must hav thought tat im some foreigner or somethin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;...thanks mom n dad..for making me look so special...&lt;br /&gt;for all u know..next u will be finding me squatting in a cramped boat in Pelabuhan Kelang...ready to be sent back to indonesia...oh yeah..if u r lucky...maybe catch me in Buletin Utama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-114442200964890784?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/114442200964890784/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-114399529134249001</id><published>2006-04-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:35:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years ago...</title><content type='html'>exactly 5 years ago, on this very date, i set my foot into APIIT for my first Diploma orientation class.&lt;br /&gt;5 long years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at the number of amazing people i've met, i am more than glad to say that i'm proud that i can now call a few more fantastic individuals from this face of earth, my good buddies..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little did i expect that APIIT was going to change so many things in my life..and it has been an amazingly wonderful journey for me to have been given the opportunity to spend time with these great people and get to know them and i must admit that these guys have added a lot of colours to the grey ash..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even APIIT itself was a great place to be, not only did it shape me to be a professional software engineer, it also thought me how to do great research papers(ah c'mon..u guys know what i mean dont u?..:P)&lt;br /&gt;hahah..nevertheless, those memorable 4 years has definetely changed me to be the person i am now...good or bad..u decide..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im glad that we're still connected in some way although it has been almost a year since we left APIIT...and for those whom i no longer chat with or email...those memorable moments spent with u guys will always be with me (im a guy who doesnt forget my pass u know..i like to treasure it..;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope we could hang out more often...its always relaxing to get back once in a while to let ourselves free..to be like we used to be when we were much younger..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, i would be embarking on another journey...good or bad, i'm yet to know.&lt;br /&gt;i went tru a lot of obstacles and ups and downs before i could even start working here...but there was always a positive light that kept me clinging to it somehow..and finally tommorrow i will be starting my first day.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if all these waiting was worth it or it was just another game fate playing on me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best...worst come to worst, i'll be just looking for another job...but till then, i just hope everything goes fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-114399529134249001?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/114399529134249001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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IC, Offer Letter, Company Letter, Driving Licence and Passport..all these just to...</title><content type='html'>next time, before u think that opening a new bank account would be just a piece of cake....&lt;br /&gt;think twice...&lt;br /&gt;well here's what happened to me when my new employer informed me that i would need to have a RHB Bank account in order to get my salary in.so well, thinking that its just a small issue, i went to the bank one afternoon and got the form to fill up from one of the customer services guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he handed me 2 pieces of paper and told me to fill it up and proceed to counter 9. i did as i was told and upon reaching counter 9, i handed in the forms and was asked to give my IC (MyKad) and then the officer at counter 9 realized tat i filled up the wrong form and gave me another 2 different forms to fill up. feeling slightly irritated that i have write all the stupid crap all over again..i sighed..but decided not to make a big fuss since the officer was very polite to me.&lt;br /&gt;he told me to fill up the form while he go n check my MyKad (he was going to use the electronic reader to read the chip in the MyKad, to get my details).so i patiently wrote all the details again into the 2nd set of forms..cursing under my breath occasionally as my handwriting was going &lt;em&gt;senget&lt;/em&gt; due to the lack of use of pen these days.&lt;br /&gt;finally i finished and handed over the form to the officer, by then he himself was looking for me to inform me that my MyKad chip is not working and he couldnt read the details and told me one of the most ridiculous thing i ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer : sir, apparently there is something wrong with your MyKad chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, ic..(thinking that they should have some other alternatives to fix tis tiny prob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer : i'm sorry to tell you that we cant open an account without being able to read the MyKad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : har?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer : maybe you could go to the IC Department and ask them to check for u. see if their electronic reader there can read the chip. If can, ask them to print out a copy of your details and we can proceed with the opening of an account. If they cant, then they will hav to redo your MyKad and will give you a Temporary IC for 6 months. After 6 months, you will get your new MyKad and then you can open an account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Stares at him with a what-the-hell-r-u-talking kinda look..&lt;em&gt;6 months????? 6 monthss??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so since after all my attempts to argue was pointless..i decided to just check out the damn MyKad in the IC Department the next day since its was already almost evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day morning me n my dad decided to go to the IC Department located in Shah Alam itself, 10 minutes drive from my house. Nearby the IC Department was another branch of RHB Bank, so we just decided to try our luck once again before going to the IC Dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer in that branch also repeated the same thing to me but however i was a bit luckier this time as this guy told me that in the case that i am given a Temporary IC, i could still try going to the RHB Branch where my company has an account and try to explain to them my problem and they "might" open an account for me as this was for company purpose..and he even told me another stupid news.&lt;br /&gt;my driving licence has expired...T__T&lt;br /&gt;he said i need to hav a valid driving licence if i wanna open an account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY??WHY??why the hell must my stupid driving licence expire 2 days ago?WHYYYY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying hard that the IC Department would just be able to read the bloody chip and i dont have to go to another branch, i proceeded to the IC Dept.&lt;br /&gt;The guy there, checked my MyKad and told me the great news that my MyKad &lt;em&gt;sudah rosak &lt;/em&gt;and i need to do a new one and i would have to pay RM10 for it.&lt;br /&gt;feeling frustrated i paid and he told me that i would need to go and take a picture..i was like...&lt;em&gt;whattt&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just wearing a normal T-Shirt tat day and my hair was all over the place after walking from one building to another...and he asked me to take a pic with tat!!&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhhh...couldnt they just transfer my old pic to the new ic or somethin?&lt;br /&gt;fellin even more bengang...i went for the damn picture session and took a pic that i would be carrying around with me for the rest of my life (or at least till i loose it)...so pls dun ask me how the pic turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after moving from one counter to another..sign this n tat...cop tis n cop tat...i got my temporary IC.&lt;br /&gt;and after that i proceeded to JPJ to renew the stupid monkey donkey driving licence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew what i had to do the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called my new employer and explained my problem and the HR told me that the branch where the company has an account is in PJ and she told me to bring along my offer letter and if at all the bank needs anymore letter..she asked me to call her from there and she will just fax it over to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;she was kind enuff to offer me that..at least i wouldnt have to go back on another day just for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday...i went to the bank in PJ and thinking wat else is gonna happen today...i stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;a gal approached me and i explained the whole story again, she said they would not open an account with a temporary ic..and i told her, no matter wat..i cannot be waiting for six months just for this.it is getting ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she will talk to her senior staff abt this...and she approached a man.&lt;br /&gt;he called me and told me the same thing again..but then after seeing my company letter head, he at once said he would open the account for me provided that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I BRING MY PASSPORT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a breakkk!!!&lt;br /&gt;i told him that my passport is at home in SHAH ALAM!! and my dad usually keeps all our important documents in the bank.&lt;br /&gt;i have to go back all the way and get it and come back here again...getting a parking here is almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;he said no choice..he needs my passport.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me tat i filled up the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG FORM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAINNNNN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really gonna murder these people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and againnnn...i filled up another 2 different forms...my handwriting was &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt; this time..who cares..if u &lt;em&gt;DARE&lt;/em&gt;...i wanna see u complain.&lt;br /&gt;man!for heaven's sake...how many thousand forms and procedures do they have just to open one miserable account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after filling up..i went back all the way to shah alam, took the keys from home..went to the bank..took the damn passport and drove back allll the way to PJ again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i stepped into the bank again..i was telling myself...if they are just gonna ask me to bring &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; more form...my birth certificate or my grandfathers shipping ticket or my mothers ic or my grandmothers death certificate just to prove that im a malaysian and not a &lt;em&gt;pelarian&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna run amok...im gonna tear this place down...im gonna tear the forms..im gonna break the glasses...im gonna break the tables...im gonna SCREAAAAAAAAMM(ok..i dun wanna get myself landed in prison..i'll stop here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thankfully...thank god...thank the angels..thank the sky..thank the earth...thank the toyols..&lt;br /&gt;i finally managed to open the damn account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess they have all these procedures for security reasons, cant really blame them and thankfully all the RHB Bank staffs that i met have been very nice to me.polite and helpful and that actually made all these running up and down more bearable.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was just unlucky..so happen all my documents have decided to go crazy at this particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-114295644276703202?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/114295644276703202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=114295644276703202&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/114295644276703202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/114295644276703202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2006/03/mykad-temporary-ic-offer-letter.html' title='MyKad, Temporary IC, Offer Letter, Company Letter, Driving Licence and Passport..all these just to...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-114226510584727035</id><published>2006-03-13T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:38:23.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perut pun dah besar..!!!</title><content type='html'>i was on my way back after work and as i got into the train i came face to face with a girl whom i instantly knew who she was. she was my secondary schoolmate..and she too recognized me at once even though we last met almost 5 years back (my my...i never knew 5 years passed since i last left school).&lt;br /&gt;"hello Prakashh!!"&lt;br /&gt;"hieeee..Syaa...(i just realized..i forgot her name)..errr...hie hie apa khabar??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we chatted and chatted...since we didnt see each other for like so long there was just too much story to keep up with.asking about old frens and wat they're doin an all..hehe..well it was really kinda fun to tune ourselves back to those good old days when we were so much younger and innocent(yea rite) ...everything was good until.....until we reached this particular part of the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend : "wahh..u pun nampak lain sekarang lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : "hehe..yea..besar sikit.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend : "yeahh...perut pun dah &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BESAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : (i dunno it was the power of tat statement or wat..my head quickly towards my tummy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhh!!...i said &lt;em&gt;besar sikit&lt;/em&gt; coz of course after like 5 years she cant expect me too look like a teenage kid!!but perut pun dah besar is definetely a bit of an overstatement!!&lt;br /&gt;but as i looked down..my tummy did look big(but no sooo &lt;em&gt;BESAR&lt;/em&gt; la)...and i was like..&lt;em&gt;what the hell&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;i just saw it this morning...and it wasn't like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to her...after that i just couldnt pay any attention to watever she was saying..i kept glancing down at my tummy every few minutes just too see if it would be shrinking after a few minutes or somethin...but nooo...it didnt do any better...it looked all the same...:(&lt;br /&gt;all i could do was wait to get back into the car and check out the sudden increase of tummy size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally that moment arrived...i quickly rushed into the car and closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : "do i have a big tummy??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad : "...you&lt;em&gt;..whatt&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i repeated my question and told my dad the whole conversation...he was laughing his head off..looking at the expression on my face...and ended it with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad : "go check it urself then.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : "right..drive a bit faster please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad : "HAHAHAHA...come off it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back..i guess u guys can expect the first thing i would hav done.&lt;br /&gt;i rushed into my room too check my tummy..hahaha..it really sounds like im overreacting..but i just dont know why..that statement really hit me hard on the head.&lt;br /&gt;some kinda powerful impact in just those few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally..after all the checking ..i concluded...it was that &lt;em&gt;bloody&lt;/em&gt; shirt i was wearing!&lt;br /&gt;it was really too big for me..and with all those extras hanging here n there..and i've got tis habbit of wearing a white t-shirt inside sometimes (when my shirt material is a bit the silky type)..all these made me look like so huge especially at the region of my tummy coz after work half of my shirt was hanging out!&lt;br /&gt;so the next day i wore a shirt tat was just nice for my size whith no extra t-shirt inside and checked the mirror a few times before leaving home just to ensure nothing looked exra big and was so hoping to meet my fren in the train....to make her see the real size of me...and in fact was even ready to lift the shirt up and ask her..oi!u panggil ini BESAR ka??..hahahha...just kiddin..just kiddin...:P&lt;br /&gt;but i did wear a shirt with the right size though..just in case u see..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well..actually the reason why i got so tensed up after hearing that was because all sorts of wierd things was running in my mind...one example of it was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohh myy..how many gals would have seen me and thought that i have a big tummy..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha...lets just hope not many cute gals were on the train that day eh...:P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-114226510584727035?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/114226510584727035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=114226510584727035&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/114226510584727035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/114226510584727035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2006/03/perut-pun-dah-besar.html' title='perut pun dah besar..!!!'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-114044678580680308</id><published>2006-03-01T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:53:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did u do something?</title><content type='html'>Client : Hello.May i speak to Miss.TripleA please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hello. I'm sorry Miss.TripleA is not in the office at the moment. Would you like to leave a message for her instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : hmmm..well.may i know who's speaking please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : its me Ash here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : ohh..Ash. its me Ms.Client here. u do remember me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : of course i do.how can i help you Ms.Client?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : well...i was wondering if you could guide me on how to generate this particular report...yada yada..(proceeds to explain abt the report which i hav no clue abt and i was bz replying my fren tru msn while she was explaining...;))...actually Miss.TripleA already thought me how to do it..but somehow when i try to do it now,the report doesnt want to come out la.i think sure your system got some error la..aihh..pls la..try to fix for me..do u think you can help me ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ohh..of course (at this particular point i had no idea what i was agreeing to)..can u give me like 5 minutes. let me start up the system first and i will give u a call once im ready and then i would be able to guide u better.is that ok Ms.Client?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : sure..thanks ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after 20 minutes..i totally forgot that i was supposed to call her back was bz with somethin else..and suddenly remembered that someone was waiting for me to call back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hello, may i speak to Ms.Client please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : Yeah speakin. Hello there ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : sorry for the delay Ms.Client.the system here had some problem.finally i managed to run it. (that was a downright lie..at that particular moment i was busy digging my folders to look for the damn project...and somehow i really couldnt locate that particular version of the system that she was referring to)&lt;br /&gt;Now..y dont u explain to me step by step what u usually click in order to generate that report. I'll try to do the same from here n check n see why u are unable to generate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : Ok. First i Login. and then i click X and X and then i do Y and then i do that. can u follow me so far?but u see la...sure wont come out one...i already did many times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : yyyea..sure..err..just try one more time k(ok..yea...finally found the project...opening it now...ehhh..nola...this one wrong version!alamak...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : then when i click this right...usually there will be a text box appearing here on the left.now i dont see it..what happened to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : err..that one..we removed it to enhance the performance...earlier that textbox was causing the system to perform much slower..(...clicked on the run icon..waiting for the system to load)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : ohh...no wonder la now the system much faster...last time abit slow like tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : yeah yeah...(&lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&gt; for believing me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : Ok.now i click this n this n tat..and now im waiting for the thing to load..u also clicked the same rite?u see aa...sure it wont load one... i tell u..wont come out one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : yeah..i also clicked the same..im waiting for it to load now...(typing in login n password..&lt;em&gt;hang&lt;/em&gt; in mid air...&lt;em&gt;arghhhhh...im in a hurry!!cant we save all this hanging for another day??..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at this point i started inventing a new story to tell her when she tells me that the report is not coming out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : Ehhhhh...waitaa...ehh....the report came out la!ohh..my god..how come suddenly can one...eh..u did something ar?did u modify the system for me?..no wonderla now can run already!thanks ar..thanks..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (@$%#%^$&amp;??)&lt;br /&gt;err...yeah..yeah...i actually just created a script and updated your database remotely while you are checking.this problem was caused by a database error actually...i managed to figure it out and corrected it while u were explaining to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Client : wahhh....so fast.not bad not bad..thanks a lot arr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : no problem..he he..small matter onli.(finally the main page loaded..;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well i made that last 4 lines up...hehe..but actually she did ask me if i did somethin.but then i decided to tell her the truth.i even told her tat my system here is hanging in mid air for some strange reason.hehe..but she was happy nevertheless..for her..as long as the report can be generated..she's safe.her boss wont bang her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing tat caught my attention was when she asked me..."&lt;strong&gt;ehh u did somethin ar??..no wonderla now can run already!!thanks ar thanks!&lt;/strong&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;haha..at that precise moment i was actually thinking of banging the mouse on the table.coz i was already really stressed up with other matters on tat day..and all these small problems was just driving me up the wall...and i knew that this lady is gonna make me fix this bug no matter wat and that would take up at least a few hours and all my other work is gonna get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..but what d'ya know...strange things happen when u dont expect it eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-114044678580680308?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/114044678580680308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=114044678580680308&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/114044678580680308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/114044678580680308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-u-do-something.html' title='did u do something?'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-113972941274400271</id><published>2006-02-12T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:04:54.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Silver Chariot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/893/1193/1600/chariot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/893/1193/320/chariot1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, 4 years in a row, i made my way behind the Silver Chariot to Batu Caves..:)&lt;br /&gt;this year however, i decided to walk barefooted for the 20 km journey. just to see if im strong enough to take it. if a 60 year old grandma can do it..im sure a 23 year old pampered kid would be able to do it too.i guess it all depends on how you set your mind to it. and thankfully i made it to the caves without a scratch on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;and besides the normal muscle cramp..i didnt face any other complications..after a good nap, everything is back to normal now..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just tought i would like to give my friends some explanation on whats thaipusam all about. at least the next time when thaipusam comes, you'll have a brief idea on what's the festival all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thai + Pusam&lt;/em&gt; is made of 2 different words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thai&lt;/em&gt;, is the 10th month in the hindu calendar and &lt;em&gt;Pusam&lt;/em&gt; refers to a star which is at its brightest during the period and it also coincides with the full moon at the end of January and beginning of February.&lt;br /&gt;On this day, Lord Muruga received the &lt;em&gt;Vel&lt;/em&gt; (a spear) from his mother Goddess Parvathi.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;vel&lt;/em&gt; denotes spiritual insight, ability to differentiate right from wrong, righteousness and steadfastness. And the reason he was given this vel is to vanquish the demon Soorapadman.&lt;br /&gt;And this demon Soorapadman is no other than the representation of the demon within us, which is our e&lt;em&gt;go&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So to sum this all up in a simple phrase, Thaipusam is a day when we observe fast, self control and discipline and worship god to request him to remove the demon ego, sellfishness, and arrogant attitude within us to make us humble humans..respecting others for who they are and always believe that we are not the only one who is above all and of course, we should maintain this behavior throughout our lifetime and not only on this one day of the year else it would be pointless to even observe the fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why do we have a chariot procession?&lt;br /&gt;For one whole year, devotees go to temple and worship god at his home. Once in a year, to express his love and appereciation to us for taking the trouble to come to visit him, he does us the honour, by visiting us instead.&lt;br /&gt;He comes out of the temple to not only visit our homes, but to also give the sick and disabled a chance to see him right at their doorstep. For those who were unable to come out of their home due to illness and disability, this is their chance to see him. And another important reason we bring the chariot along the streets is to purify the energy and vibration around that place. Im sure that we cant deny that sometimes evil spirits (negative energies) surround us and this causes our homes and the inhabbitans to feel sad and go through a period of misery. The chariot absorbs all these negative energy while it moves and releases positive vibration to that area. Thus resulting in a more happy and recharged feeling within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chariot carries more meaning that just a decorated piece of moving object as a chariot's structure is actually the representation of a human body, from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;The topmost part of the chariot is our head, where we our brains are, the highest point and one of the most important part in a humans body. The carved angels and gods at this particular part of the chariot represents those who guard our actions, the way we talk and the way we behave.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly moving down, we reach the shoulder and the mid point where the statue of the deity is placed, thats where our heart is..and thats the most important part of a humans body. if the heart stops, you are no longer alive. At that point, the chariot explains to us that only He decides when you live and die, thus he is placed at that spot...symbolically telling us that he is the one who controls birth and death of a human.&lt;br /&gt;As we move lower, we reach the wheels of the chariot, representating our leg...and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Each part of it the chariot has its own significant meaning and I wont be able to write it all here...heh..it will get too long, i just wanted to give u guys a brief explanation on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why milk pots and kavadis?&lt;br /&gt;Milk is a symbol of purity and presenting it to god symbolizes that we seek his blessings to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/893/1193/1600/kavadi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/893/1193/320/kavadi1.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;purify our sins and forgive us and that is why we see people carrying milk pots. and kavadi is meant to be a simple wooden arch decorated with flowers and peacock feathers that we balance on our shoulders which symbolizes the carrying of the abode of Lord Muruga (Palani - a famous hilltop temple in india) on our shoulders. And Lord Muruga enjoys &lt;em&gt;tandava &lt;/em&gt;(dance), and usually some devotees would dance to religious songs/chantings while carrying a kavadi, to make Muruga happy as Muruga is sometimes depicted as a handsome looking small boy, a master in poetry and literature who enjoys when devotees sing and dance for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we all can see, the kavadi's are getting more and more sophisticated nowadays and what with &lt;em&gt;flying&lt;/em&gt; kavadis and &lt;em&gt;bicycle&lt;/em&gt; kavadis, we seem to have a wide choice of kavadis to carry these days. And in addition to that, we have extreme piercing and poking as well.&lt;br /&gt;And sad to say that all these not only causes extreme damage to the true meaning of thaipusam, but alse results in the younger generation to pick up these misleading practises and do the same. I really hope the authorities would put a stop to these misleading practises and accept the fact that thaipusam is not a day to attract tourist to watch a carnival with stunt shows and then leave the religion and future generation with a damage that is so hard to be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly am dissapointed watching all these extreme poking and piercing as i dont see a reason why do we have to hurt ourselves in order to reach god..as he himself has never requested for us to do such things. And in malaysia and singapore, thaipusam has become a day for the country to earn money through the hundreds of tourist who come to witness these wild acts. And instead of singing songs and poems full of beautiful words and music that pleases the ears, nowadays those mat rockers with hair dyed and ciggarets in their hands have started singing their version of "beautiful songs" with their extremely pleasing to hear rockers voice.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew muruga too had to adapt to such music just because he is living in the new millenium...seriously, i really dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow i am quite glad that compared to years before, nowadays these extreme acts have been reduced to a smaller amount..i see the authorities standing guard at the entrance of the temple and not allowing such people to enter the temple compound..good, that is how it should be done.&lt;br /&gt;It's slowly dying off and more and more devotees are opting to fulfil their vows in the right way, a way that leads them to the right path of their final goal.&lt;br /&gt;Finally im seeing some changes and thanks to the authorities for doing something to preserve the true meaning of thaipusam and they are doing a great favour for the young kids out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it folks, hope now u'll at least have some idea on whats thaipusam all about...hehe..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;** i dont proclaim that i am a expert in explaining everything, i just gave my point of view based on my reading and understanding of the various sources i've got. if i did make a mistake, or offend anyone, pls forgive me..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-113972941274400271?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/113972941274400271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=113972941274400271&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/113972941274400271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/113972941274400271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2006/02/silver-chariot.html' title='the Silver Chariot...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-113725886406843208</id><published>2006-01-15T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:05:50.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things that I don't tolerate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, I’m sure most of u who know me would admit that im a nice guy...*&lt;em&gt;ehem&lt;/em&gt;* always laughing and with the happy go lucky kinda attitude...:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yea tats how i am...if u see me tat way it means im happy with the company i am with..generally i get along with everyone..so far so good.i'm actually a peace loving person , the kind of person who can even sit beside the beggar at the roadside and have a chat with him..n i seriously have no issues with that..as long as the beggar speaks the language i understand..;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but then again, of course i do hav some clowns that i can't get along with..and usually with this kind of ppl, my approach is very simple..&lt;em&gt;stay away&lt;/em&gt;.just like when u see a wild beast, a monkey going beserk..the easiest n most obvious thing to do is to &lt;em&gt;stay away&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but unfortunately due to certain circumstances no matter how you try to stay away from the thing tat you are avoiding, it ends up somewhere near you n thats due to fate.and in such circumstances...all i do is pretend...just pretend this person does not exist..even if he happens to walk in front of me..i'll assume its an ugly wall. (yea..its ugly..coz for me, beautiful people have beautiful attitude..and if someone calls me ugly, that means I have a bad attitude)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well to cut the long story short..lately i've been stuck with one.&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how hard i try to pretend that this person does not exist...this joker seems to be dying to make himself noticed, when the actual fact is that he's no more attractive than a lamp post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so what is it abt this fella that makes me loathe him so much?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;manners&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im really sad that he's been lacking some really important lessons in life.for instance, now im having a conversation with my colleague..and suddenly this clown wants to make himself noticed...what he does?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he would just shout out the name of the colleague that im speaking to..and start blabbering his shit with a loud tone. so loud..that you will have no possible way of ignoring it. why he has to be so damn &lt;em&gt;polite&lt;/em&gt;..i have no idea..i guess waiting for just a little while more until i finish my stuff would make him melt .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so wat do i do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i pretend i wasnt talking to anyone before this..and continue with my work.once he's finshed shitting..i'll talk again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whenever he opens his mouth to speak...i would hav to imagine that he is speaking to us from downstairs(8 floors below).his voice is so damn loud and not to mention the language he uses..it causes irritation right to the very last toe of my leg. i just can't stand the language (its a foreign language..not those used by malaysians)..actually it sounds okay when its spoken in a mild tone...but when u speak in a very high pitch and your damn voice is nowhere close to the Bear in The Big Blue House...the sound that comes out of it causes you to scratch the table with your fingernails.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; irritating..i tell u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;his main intention to speak so loud is just to make himself noticed. Everyone has to stop work and admire the beauty of the beast speaking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so wat do i do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;put on my head phones and increase the volume of my music to the loudest my ears can bear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;habit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as we work in a small group..we go out for lunch together.its a norm in my office that we call everyone for lunch at one specific time and everyone would shut watever their doing and get up at once. EVERYONE except for ONE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the maharajah would remain seated and let the slaves wait for him outside.its his damn bloody habbit...to make everyone wait for him outside the door for like 3 to 4 minutes before he lifts his shitty ass off the chair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we would have to call again and again, again and again, AGAIN AND AGAIN..for his royal highness(lick my foot) to speed up.this thing alone is more than enough to push me to the verge of exploding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so wat do i do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;last time i used to wait..like an idiot.Now i will just walk straight to the lift without even waiting.when the rest sees someone moving..all will follow.and once im in the lift..i close the door as fast as i can.and once im down..i walk straight towards the makan shop.the result...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;poor little king would be left all by himself upstairs..wondering where did the slaves go. not waiting for the king to crawl with us.and by the time he locates our shop..we would be half way tru our lunch and he has to eat in a hurry coz by the time he gets it..we're done…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah..serves him right. Humans like you need lessons in your life to make you realize that respecting others is one of the core things you need to know in life..and no one thinks you are special..so you don't have to go all out to make yourself noticed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gold would remain unattractive as long as it is a piece of gold..try polishing it..you will see the true beauty..and then people would do anything just to have it with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one of these days...would be the day.the day I’m gonna give this big piece of meat a piece of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i hardly say anything rude to anyone besides those 3 whom i live with.it has been my habbit...once im outside my house and someone annoys me, i move away. b'coz i have the right to choose whether or not i want to be with them..and if you have a bad attitude and you think you are okay with that..fine.its your wish..you have all the rights to be who you want to be.i have no right watsoever to question you..but just make sure you don't cross into my territory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me, if you don’t know how to respect others, then I guess you are unfit to call yourself human.Even the toilet cleaner deserves to be respected, as God has created them a human just like you and me. If you don’t like people calling you “Woi”, then they don’t like it too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never assume that you are better than another as even the toilet cleaner would know something that you don’t..and that makes him better than you at something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bow your head a little when you walk, as even the King himself might drop into the hole if he keeps his head up and walk all the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-113725886406843208?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/113725886406843208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=113725886406843208&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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some of my frens were nagging me to update..and i shall fulfil their request...although i seriously hav no clue abt what i'm gonna write.so be prepared for some crap..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year guys..its a bit too late for this...but please pardon me..my life is such.i dont know when i can find time for what...everything happens as it happens.&lt;br /&gt;anyway enuff of complaints...lets start with something positive for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't got much plans for this year yet and i dont think i would even have one...but then again i do have some things that i wish to accomplish while im still young..while i still hav the passion for it and i guess a new year would be a good start for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of those things would be to further my studies..i still feel stupid for some reason.i dun even know if im happy with wat im doing right now..the tought of being a programmer for the rest of my life scares me to death.i just wanna get out of this for some reason i myself don't know why..lets just hope that by the end of this year i will either get a different job or love what im doing.either way is fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to learn so many things out there but somehow im kinda having the feeling that i would neva be able to make it..due to the constraints i have.&lt;br /&gt;just one additional part time job is enough to make me go nuts..and how am i supposed to finance my studies if i dont hav the money for it?&lt;br /&gt;and no..im determined not to ask anymore money from my parents. &lt;br /&gt;its time this pampered son of theirs learn to do things on his own...find his own way.if he wants to study...go earn the money for it..can't earn..go rob it from someone..dunno how to rob..end up in the jail..simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;just like at the age of 6 we learned how to bathe ourselves...its time i learn how to get things myself now..if i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...im not complaining..im very happy with what i alreday have..i guess i must just learn how to survive with what i have and get the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...lets see...we still have more than 300 days to go before another year comes, god knows what we'll be like by the end of 2006. lets just hope we see more smiles and more happy kids around us.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that god brings in more n more good ppl to the face of earth to be the ones that stands by the side of the ones who need them...which makes this world a better place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all of u my frens, have a great year ahead and may your find joy and happines in whatever u do..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told ya it would be full of crap..man..i can't even understand what i wrote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-113691317776944244?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-113526954129068824</id><published>2005-12-23T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T04:31:09.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changed again...</title><content type='html'>well yeah...i decided to change my layout to a much simpler looking one. i very much liked the previous design but somehow i tot it makes my blog layout look a bit messy. to many boxes here n there..aih..makes it look all complicated..a simple one is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phiewww...it seems like it has been ages since i last updated my blog. i just realized that my last post was dated back 1 December..and now we're almost reaching the end of month...end of the year to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dunno how fast things are moving around me until i see such things (e.g. the date of my last blog update)...this kind of dates makes me look back and see how much time, how many things i hav gone tru to be in this state right here right now.&lt;br /&gt;how many things i wanted to do but still hav not achieved yet...how many things that i tot i won't hav to do but now im doing it...aihhh...no matter how nice u plan your life..no matter how confident you are in thinking that you can achieve what u hav planned...ONLY the thing that has been planned for you by someone will happen..and there is nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;just go tru it...and giv your best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who hav been chatting with me lately..u would roughly get the idea of what i am going tru.i seriously feel as if i would fall sick if i just look back and think of wat i hav been doing these few days..the tot of it itself is enuff to giv me a severe headache...i never knew i could push myself to this extent...&lt;br /&gt;in fact im still pushing..&lt;br /&gt;i just hope there is still a little more space left and im not reaching the end of the road...im gonna just hurt myself if i force myself to move when i dont hav anymore space left.&lt;br /&gt;(i shall not explain wat i've been doing here..just in case the info falls into the wrong hands..u know wat i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even 2 hours of complete rest seems so impossible..&lt;br /&gt;even tat 2 hours of sleep is not peacefull...wierd things keep popping in my head even when im asleep which only makes me even more tired when i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really looking forward for a good rest this weekend..i just wanna do the things i used to do for at least 2 complete days...without having to worry abt anything else in my head.&lt;br /&gt;all my daily life routines seems to be so far away from me...i guess they are waiting for me to call them back...bring them back closer to me..attached to the owner once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even as im typing this at this time...im supposed to be finishing somethin else...&lt;br /&gt;aih..wat the heck..tat thing can wait.&lt;br /&gt;just hope i can finish it by 7am tmr...&lt;br /&gt;another sleepless night i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway folks...have a nice weekend...enjoy urself with the things that you love to do while you can..watching tv for the whole day..lying on the sofa reading some magazine...spending the whole morning just chatting crap stories with your sis...running out of the house n calling the "surat khabar lama" guy n ask him to take the old newspapers...digging the fridge to see if there is anything to eat...making a milo for urself and watching a movie while drinking it..&lt;br /&gt;aihh...how long it has been since i last did one of those...&lt;br /&gt;..only those things would remind you that you are still human..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway guys...enjoy the few last days of 2005 with memorable and joyful things and i would like to wish all of yeh a happy christmas ..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-113339907339957969</id><published>2005-12-01T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:51:26.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How will i die?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="80" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="80" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gunshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="73" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;73%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cut Throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="60" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="60" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Posion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="60" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;60%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="53" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="47" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Stabbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="47" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Suffocated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="47" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;47%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Natural Causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="27" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;27%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=8960"&gt;How Will You Die??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ohhhMY...why cant i get a natural death!!!..all these sound so extreme...this is too much lar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-113339807482736305</id><published>2005-12-01T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:43:20.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which religion is the right one for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="400" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Paganism&lt;/b&gt;. Your beliefs are most closely aligned with those of paganism, Wicca, or a similar earth-based religion. You may also follow a Native American religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Paganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="96" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;96%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="83" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="79" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="71" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;71%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Judaism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="54" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Satanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;atheism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="8" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;8%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907"&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe..never heard of Paganism before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;actually the thing that caught my attention was the 3rd from last...ahhah....i never knew my way of thinking was 50% close to satanism..;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-113339807482736305?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/113339807482736305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=113339807482736305&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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layout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav been searching for a nice layout for the past few days and suddenly today i stumbled upon this one...ahhhhhh...i just couldnt resist the temptation to try it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahah...i really like the message it's trying to convey to everyone..&lt;br /&gt;something tat speaks abt wats in mind....:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i liked quite a few templates from here...but sigh..the ladies pics were kinda too sexy..so i didnt want all my young n innocent blog readers to get the wrong impression of me..so i had to resist the temptation to use them..:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-113302308383348869?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/113302308383348869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=113302308383348869&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/113302308383348869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/113302308383348869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/11/speak-no-evilsee-no-evilhear-no-evil_27.html' title='speak no evil...see no evil..hear no evil...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-113258315446558332</id><published>2005-11-22T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:54:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flashback..</title><content type='html'>i was at the KTM station waiting for the delayed train (as usual)...if i dont go tru this at least once a week then i guess that week would be incomplete..thanks KTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was kinda glad tat the train was delayed...while sitting there..finally enjoying some free moment without facing lines n lines of codes in front of me...i suddenly started thinking abt the times when i used to be free...when i was back in school with my dear frens.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh..all those memories...i wouldnt exchange it with anything in this world.those were some of the best moments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;as i was dreaming away suddenly this particular incident came into my mind.i tot of sharing it with u guys...read on..;)..(its a long post..pls dun grumble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was in year 2000, my SPM year..n somewhere around mid-year, i was selected to participate in the Star Quiz Quest in KDU with a couple of my best mates.&lt;br /&gt;well..dun wory...i didnt even bother flipping tru more than 2 pages to equip myself for the quiz(i had enuff stuffs to read during tat year)...&lt;br /&gt;anyway we went..reached there in the morning with a whole lot of other skool students from all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;the whole lobby was crowded like a pasar malam..n finally they told us to gather up and get into the respective halls/rooms. so we walked around to find the right room and somehow we found it and started queing up.&lt;br /&gt;the room that we got was actually a hall...kinda big actually..n so we moved in...and since we were the first few to reach there..we ended up at the front row in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;we setlled down and so did the rest of the students.&lt;br /&gt;after everyone was quiet...one of the facilitator got up to the stage n told everyone that if we need a a pencil,pls raise our hands up...and i was like...we came all the way n dun think we wouldnt even bring a pencil..oh c'mon..&lt;br /&gt;n as expected some kids forgot their pencil, and was busy raising their hands up to get it..n while the other facilitators were giving out the pencils to the kids, this guy on the stage continued givin announcements...n tis was the announcement tat caught my attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Please make sure that all the students here are from KL schools..I REPEAT make sure that all the students here are from Kuala Lumpur schools..any1 not from KL sitting down here, would be disqualified.&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess u guys can imagine what happened next...me n my frens started looking at each other..panicking..as we're actually categorized under the Selangor schools.&lt;br /&gt;ohh god...y must it be now....and we had to act quickly...without much choice...i raised my hand...and one of the facilitator approached me thinking tat i needed a pencil..n when she came near..i explained to her our stupid situation.and she said with a smile..."ok wait..i shall discuss with the head facilitator".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was kinda relieved that she didnt scold us or somethin..she was so friendly n all.so all the panic feeling kinda subsided a little..we tot she would work somethin out for us.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..she did do something... a BIG favour indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went straight to the guy speaking on the stage and explained to him the problem.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what that guy did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he straightened up...and grabbed the mic..&lt;br /&gt;(mind u that the whole hall was filled with almost 300 students..n we were sitting sumwhere around the 2nd row from front)....&lt;br /&gt;n so he made the &lt;strong&gt;GRAND&lt;/strong&gt; announcement....here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dear students...apparently there are some children here who's unable to read instructions...they are in a room where they are not SUPPOSED to be..how dumb...how dumb..aiseh...these ppl dunno from which jungle skool ...dunno how to read and write..i really dont know why they r coming for competitions..seriously..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we didnt need to hear more...we got up like a bunch of idiots and headed towards the exit...when the WHOLEEEEE ENTIRE hall was staring at us....OMG OMG...why on earth did we hav to sit SOOOO BLOODY IN FRONT!!!&lt;br /&gt;the journey back to the exit seemed like the longest walk i ever took in my entire life...it was hellll!!&lt;br /&gt;and no...this stupid clown did not stop his announcement..he continued..insulting us...arghhhh...i would hav got up the stage n giv him a hard kick up his ass for being such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aihh..and so we walked ..walked...and walkeddddddddddddddd ddd ddd ddd...to the damn door...finally we reached it n the moment we got out...we shut the door behind n walked as fast as we could AWAY from that place...far far away...the embarrasment we went tru..i really hav no words to describe.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole place was deserted...thankfully...at least we had some time to think.&lt;br /&gt;and then we started arguing on whether or not to continue with this..as we were already soo late.everyone would hav started writing by now.&lt;br /&gt;n my fren said tat our teacher would skin us alive if we went out without completing the damn quiz.&lt;br /&gt;aihh..wateverla..lets just look for the damn bloody room.&lt;br /&gt;so up n down we went searching for the cursed room.&lt;br /&gt;and then....i saw something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash : "hey nita, wats tat in your hand?...i dont remember seeing u bringing anything besides a pencil just now...how come now u hav something extra?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nita : "ehhh..wat extra..where got?..."(..starts looking around..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash : "THERE...there....the white paper...whats that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we got the 2nd heart stopping shock for that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my clumsy fren &lt;strong&gt;BROUGHT THE QUESTION&lt;/strong&gt; paper out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG OMG...WE'RE gonna die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...exactly what we need now...more publicity...they r gonna setup a PA system and announce this to the entire KDU Complex!!!&lt;br /&gt;all we need is for a facilitator to spot us wondering outside the room with a question paper in our hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash : "ok ok...dun panic..dun panic..i know wat to do...we just go back to the smiling facilitator just now who helped us to get out of the big hall and just tell her wat happened...im sure she can help us out...dun wory she's a nice lady...c'mon lets go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh..dream on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha...well we half wanted to keep the paper..but then realized tat we're in enuff trouble as it is...we dont need more..and so quickly saw an empty classroom and opened the door and dumped the paper inside...and we continued looking for the room...we were exhausted by the time we found it..everyone inside tat room was alreday like half way tru answering..but thankfully tis time we really met a "nice" lady..she said its ok and gave us 30 minutes extra to finsh our paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha..well tat was one hell of an experience..we laughed n laughed after tat recalling back wat we did...in the end it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;doing stupid stuff with ur mates is always something to remember...these memories would always cheer u up when u feel all bored n alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers my frens...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-113258315446558332?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/113258315446558332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=113258315446558332&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/113258315446558332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/113258315446558332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/11/flashback.html' title='flashback..'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-113143177261147573</id><published>2005-11-09T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:50:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been quite some time..</title><content type='html'>yeah its been quite some time since i last updated my blog..and i checked my blog today and somehow it looked so sad...as if its dead.&lt;br /&gt;well, dun worry a book of ash, ashes wil do all he can to keep u alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh...this mundane programemr's life is k i l l i n g me...i seriously dunno wat on earth im doing here...and also back home.&lt;br /&gt;when im asleep im dreamin of failing to connect my application to the damn MySql server...and when i wake up , the first thing tat pops my mind is to type a particular search query on google and search for the right code that i hav been looking for and then so scared tat i might forget it...i quickly grab a paper and write it down before i brush my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can this actually happen?&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be sleeping u know and the first thing i wake up..this thing pops up in my mind...for heaven's sake...i havent even opened my eyes fully....! and im having something in my head...where did it come from!&lt;br /&gt;is my soul doing some part time job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh..tat makes me wonder was i really sleeping...?&lt;br /&gt;no wonder im yaaaaaawnnnnninnnggg away in the office...T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n after im ready..i sit in front of my pc n try out the code since i still hav some time before i leave for work.&lt;br /&gt;...where is my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i was doing somethin tat i enjoyed..h o w i w i s h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during lunch today this question suddenly poped out and one of colleague said tat he wants to become a chef and has an idea of opening a restaurant with 3 floors..one for malaysian food..one for chinese/korean/japanese food and another one for italian food..hebat eh?&lt;br /&gt;i never knew we had a chef in house.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...at least he has a dream..and it seems he's cooking at home to try out new stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;not bad..i tot.at least he has a life of his own..something to enjoy abt...and he's working towards achieving it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat am i doing at home?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;do i hav a dream?&lt;br /&gt;i hav...&lt;br /&gt;wats ur dream?&lt;br /&gt;to catch fish...&lt;br /&gt;are u doing anything abt it?&lt;br /&gt;G O K....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i tried asking myself these questions spontaneously...and these are the answers i got..&lt;br /&gt;pls dont ask me y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh...but i know something can be done...its just tat i need the starting point...a hard pinch...someone to kick me off...to wake me up and to tell me to get out of it and move the way i want...to do the things i dream off...to hav the satisfaction of living as a human before i die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh..where is this person..?&lt;br /&gt;when will she/he come?......&lt;br /&gt;im waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-113143177261147573?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/113143177261147573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=113143177261147573&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/113143177261147573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/113143177261147573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-quite-some-time.html' title='its been quite some time..'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-113051528657138860</id><published>2005-10-29T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T00:07:46.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its backkkk...</title><content type='html'>ash was in the room around 10.30pm..doing something.and suddenly ash's sis called him form the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis : Ashhh...Ashhh...come here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : hmm...im doing something...wait..later i'll come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis : ash...ashhhh....faster come here ..quick quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : u heard me!...i am BUSY NOW...!I'M doing something REALLLY IMPORTANT.CAN U WAITTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : can u PLEASE come here now...i mean NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : HAIYAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh...kenot understand simple english ar.damn irritatinig la u people&lt;br /&gt;(gets up and starts grumbling....walks towards hall) I've got something really important to finish now.....grumble*..grumble*..bla bla bla*..when people say later means LATER LA!!!&lt;br /&gt;*walks walks walks....reaches hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly both of them didnt look at ash and was busy watching something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : W H A T ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash suddenly hears a familiar voice and looks at the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ash : OMGG...OMGG...AHHAHAHAHHAA....WOW..yeaaaAAAAAAA...(screams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and straightaway gets a small pillow and sets himself comfortably on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : hehehheh..thanks arr..thanks...this is sooo good...FINALLY SURVIVOR IS BACK!!!ahahhahhah...YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis : ehhhh...you got important work la...better go finish it...dun waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : heheh...nola..not so important actually..later oso can do one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well i know it might sound lame tat i get so excited over Survivor..ahha..but i guess this is one of the shows that i really enjoy watching..the challenges..the way of life..the pain they hav to endure..the tears...everything is so real and nothing is fake.u really get to meet some of the wierdest people living on the face of earth and get to see them fight over dumb things...sometimes it makes me realize that im not tat retarded after all...there are so many people..grown up and behaving WAY worst than me...n tats something new to learn.u dont get to meet many people in ur daily life...this way..i get to meet at least some of them..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed 2 seasons coz Ntv7 suddenly stopped showing and suddenly its BACK!...long live Ntv7!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-113051528657138860?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/113051528657138860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=113051528657138860&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/113051528657138860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/113051528657138860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-backkkk.html' title='its backkkk...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112974056846119320</id><published>2005-10-20T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:57:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they took Roger’s friends away…</title><content type='html'>It was like 2 weeks back when me and my boss were on our way to meet up a client in KL. We were just about to get into the highway when something caught our attention and almost all the other motorists.&lt;br /&gt;We had to slow down our vehicles to avoid colliding with what was going on in the middle of the busy highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger(name created for this post) was chasing something in the middle of the road….he was screaming away and chasing with all his might something that was moving way faster ahead of him. All of us turned to look at what he was chasing and saw that it was actually a lorry. Apparently there was something inside the lorry that belonged to Roger and he was trying with all his might to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole street was watching...it was so chaotic...we could hear screamings everywhere...but no one wanted to step out to help..all just stood there to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking closely we managed to get a glimpse of what was inside the lorry and looking at what’s inside, we managed to figure out that it was actually Roger’s friends tied in the lorry and Roger was chasing after the lorry, shouting at the driver to release his friends and looking helplessly at all of us..hoping that someone would come out to help him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course there was no way Roger could ever catch up with the lorry, he was so desperate, I could see the worried, sad and the helpless look in his eyes. His friends were staring back at him hopefully…they hoped that Roger could do something to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pitiful and really touching sight....sighh...even all the motorist just stopped to watch this most unusual scene that we don’t get to see in our daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…in the end…the lorry driver sped off without even looking back. Roger tried his best…but I guess he had to give up in the end. It was too late…there’s nothing he can do now…his friends are far far away from him. i wonder what would hav happened to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted and sad…Roger gave up....he went under a tree and sat. Staring at the direction where his friends had just disappeared…probably hoping that they would return to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh...even animals have feelings like us. Roger was actually a stray dog and the lorry was actually those dog catchers that would catch all dogs without license and then kill them.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently these dog catchers caught all of Roger’s friends and left him out. So he has been chasing the damn lorry for dunno like how long and barking away at his frens. Middle of the highway sum more…just imagine that...aihhh…felt so sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I dun even think some humans hav that much feelings for their fellow friends or even fellow humans..&lt;br /&gt;at least the dog proved he’s much better than these animals in human mask....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112974056846119320?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112974056846119320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112974056846119320&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112974056846119320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112974056846119320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/10/they-took-rogers-friends-away.html' title='they took Roger’s friends away…'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112840821809830523</id><published>2005-10-05T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T14:54:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terjun la...terjun...</title><content type='html'>last friday my friend said she wanted to meet me after work coz she had something to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;i said fine and i told her to meet me at the train station (wat a lame place to suggest)...&lt;br /&gt;but this was becoz she too takes the train back and it would be easier to meet along the way...as it was just for a short discussion.&lt;br /&gt;so she told me tat she would be here around 6.30pm to 7pm and asked me to wait...i said ok.&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately she got delayed and reached here around 7.30pm..&lt;br /&gt;and the moment i was abt to leave the office..my boss suddenly asked me to do somethin for him..and i had to comply..not tat i hav much choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally around 8 i left the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickly rushed to the station as it was already so dark and i din want to keep my gal-fren waiting so long.&lt;br /&gt;as i was approaching the dark platform...i saw my fren standing just a few feet away from me.the place was so dark...but i knew it was her..judging from the body size and the way she was standing.&lt;br /&gt;so as i was approaching her...i smiled at her and waved. i kept using some sign language to tell her "wat are u doing standing soo close to the railway track for?" (she was standing at the end of the platform...one more step...and she would be on the railway track)&lt;br /&gt;but apparently for some reason....she didnt get wat i was trying to say...as she looked at me and then looked back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i was like 4 feet away from her...i shouted loudly...."WOEIII...u want to commit suicide ar???Terjun la la..Terjun..see if u can do it..."..and i continued to smile at her..like a donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i reached her..and again....i was abt to use my both hands to try push her into the railyway track...just to play play onli...&lt;br /&gt;i raised my hand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO MY HORROR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was not my fren AT ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGG..i stood there...staring at her..STILL SMILING!!!...&lt;br /&gt;and she looked at me.........&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanted to sink into the platform...arghhhh...!&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD...that this girl was listening to music with her headphones on....and i prayed silently that she did not hear 1 WORD i said to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she was like kinda shocked to see me walking directly to her and smiling...she tot i was trying to touch her or something......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduiiiiiiii...i really didnt know wat to do for a second...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly turned to the other side and pretended to be smiling n waving to dunno-which clown at the opposite platform...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;i quickly continued walking further uppppp...FAR FAR away..from this gal..before she reports to the KTM guys tat somebody is trying to rape her at the dark platform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man...i kenot imagine if she started screaming or something!&lt;br /&gt;OR WORST still.....i suddenly put my hand behind her back and push her...!!!OMG OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno where to hide my face adi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112840821809830523?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112840821809830523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112840821809830523&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112840821809830523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112840821809830523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/10/terjun-laterjun.html' title='Terjun la...terjun...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112774837654799698</id><published>2005-09-27T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:57:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i kena T A G G E D...</title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. prakash&lt;br /&gt;2. ash&lt;br /&gt;3. nambiarrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. ash&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr.Ash&lt;br /&gt;3. ashnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. my palms&lt;br /&gt;2. the thin line of baby moustache above my lips..:P&lt;br /&gt;3. my feet(just my feet ok..not other ppl's one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. nose&lt;br /&gt;2. hair&lt;br /&gt;3. my moustache doesnt wanna grow more!...arghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. karma&lt;br /&gt;2. the fattest guy in the world n when he reveals his armpit&lt;br /&gt;3. finding myself naked in the middle of the street...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. someone to listen to my story&lt;br /&gt;2. someone to smile at me when i see them&lt;br /&gt;3. staying away from ppl with attitude problems..(god pls take me far far farrr away from them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Natalie Imbruglia (muahhh...her eyes kills me)&lt;br /&gt;2. U2&lt;br /&gt;3. Alanis Morisette(i luv her style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. trust&lt;br /&gt;2. hugs n kisses..etc etc&lt;br /&gt;3. fun..(cant stand a boring one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 TRUTHS 1 LIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. i admire talent (any kind)&lt;br /&gt;2. i talk non-stop..(yea yea..i can see u nodding chun eng..:D)&lt;br /&gt;3. i LOVEEEEEEE CATS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. brave/bold n outspoken&lt;br /&gt;2. always ready for a challenge in life n adventurous&lt;br /&gt;3. has a killer smile n wears long earrings..(heh..dun ask me y..but i love gals with those)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. sleeping&lt;br /&gt;2. watching reality game shows..( man..i wish they air it more often)&lt;br /&gt;3. grumbling &amp; shouting at my dad...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. get to calcutta and feed &amp;amp; educate the poor kids&lt;br /&gt;2. get a GF n giv her a nice kiss..(hey..c'mon guys, i dun wanna be the guy who had my first kiss when im like 30 yrs old!)&lt;br /&gt;3. get to brickfields and take up Sitar classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1. a monk&lt;br /&gt;2. a social worker&lt;br /&gt;3. an english teacher in any of the orphanage home in india&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. calcutta&lt;br /&gt;2. the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;3. himalayas - everest mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. feed at least 1000 poor childrens for the rest of their life&lt;br /&gt;2. educate at least 1000 poor childrens untill they become degree/PHD holders&lt;br /&gt;3. sail in a ship around the world with my gf..i love the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1. im lazy, i dun do much(mebbe "any" would be a more appropriate word) housework&lt;br /&gt;2. i sleep like a pig&lt;br /&gt;3. i like to kacau cute gals..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;1. im fussy n choosy&lt;br /&gt;2. grumble like mad&lt;br /&gt;3. nag my dad for not getting my stuffs right..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE &lt;strong&gt;FE&lt;/strong&gt;MALE CELEB CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Natalie Imbruglia (cant help it... i just love her..muahhhsss)&lt;br /&gt;2. Jennifer Aniston (i just love her acting style..)&lt;br /&gt;3. Kate Hudson (man...she's really cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. PHILIPPPPP( i really want him to see him take it!)&lt;br /&gt;2. BILLY&lt;br /&gt;3. YS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha...actualy steff n pun would hav been on my top list if they havent taken it yet..:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey..this quiz was kinda fun u know.it has been like so long since i really gav a serious tought on things tat i would like to do...ahha..anyway thanks Steff for givin me tat chance to crack my head a bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112774837654799698?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112774837654799698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112774837654799698&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112774837654799698'/><link rel='self' 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aunts place in kedah.we were there becoz my cousin bro just passed away and it was kinda "pantang" to leave the house within 3 days of the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;so...well...we stayed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was allright during the day coz every1 was moving here n there.but at night, it was kinda hard to find a suitable place to sleep as the whole house was suddenly FULLLL of people.&lt;br /&gt;so the best we could hope for was to find a piece of "land" just to fit our body .....and yeah...we get to hav a pillow on our own..thanks to my aunt who has plenty of pillows in her house.&lt;br /&gt;...but no..i didnt hav my bolster..sighh..tat was the hard part..im just so used to sleep with one.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway..we finally managed to settle down on the floor(with mattress).&lt;br /&gt;as usuall all the ladies n with kids get the comfortable beds and air-cond rooms...and the rest with grown up buffalos and the buffalos themselves get to sleep in the hall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me..not so used having to sleep around soo many ppl..found it kinda hard to get a comfortable post to sleep.this side turn..my cousin bro..like a giant..the other side..my uncle..already half way tru his sound of music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisay man...kasi tune down sikit la uncle....orang pun mau tidur!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i finally dozed off...&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly...after wat felt like just few minutes of sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOoHHH........AAAAaaaaHHHH....&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooOOOOOOAaaaaHHH....&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooaaaooaoa.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisay mannn..wats happenin la...&lt;br /&gt;i woke up... n realized the sound was coming from one of the rooms....the way the sound was coming i tot someone was having hysteria or something..goshh...&lt;br /&gt;and then i heard one of my aunties voice..."ehhh.ehh..hey..wake up...wake up...stop screaming..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before the screaming(it sounded more like howling) could stop completely....suddenly my cousin who was sleeping few feet away stood up in the middle of the hall...and started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bangun Semua...SELAMAT SEJAHTERA PUAN SABARRRRIAH...kelasss...tolong dengar apa saya cakap.....tolong dengarrrrrr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like...grrrrrrr...sory im lost...can someone pls tell me wat the hell is going on here??&lt;br /&gt;and then my cousin's mom who was sleeping somewhere there quickly got up and went to her son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ehhh..mad fella...stop it...stop it"&lt;br /&gt;(she was trying to pull his shirt to wake him up..as she couldnt reach him as there was to many bodies..i mean humans sleeping all over the place)&lt;br /&gt;but apparently...he couldnt wake up...and continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;dia buat bising cikgu..saya cakap..percayalahh..dia buat bising..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin's mom : "Wake up u idiot...u better WAKE UP before i giv u a SLAPP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then..hearing the commotion within the house...suddenly my aunt's dog outside the house started barking..howling....shaking the gate......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoooiii...it was 2am and the whole house was like having a pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;and the howling coming from the human inside the room finally subsided....and my cousin finally stoped asking the students to get up and say Selamat to the damn teacher(coz he got a nice bang on his head with a pillow - my uncle threw it at him)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the bloody dog wouldnt stoppp...goooodess...my aunty bengang adi...she went straight to the door and gav it a hard kick...BANNGGGG..SHUTT UP!!...the dog fell silent at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisayman...power la my aunty...this is the after effects of watching to much wrestling i guess...ganas betul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahha..finally peace was restored.all of us were laughing our heads off...it took us a while before we could all settle down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how sometimes dreams effects us eh?&lt;br /&gt;i heard some ppl walk in their sleep..luckily i dont.but the prob is..we dunno wat we did while we are dreamin.even my cousin bro didnt believe wat we told him...the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshhh..i wonder wat i hav been doing in my sleep..hope nobody saw anything they weren't supposed to see..:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112711025816643433?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112711025816643433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112711025816643433&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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up mood(due to the new bloody module i had to finish), i badly needed a good change of environment and to breathe in some fresh air to help me relax a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to that day's lunch story.&lt;br /&gt;so around 1pm, we finally were out and waiting for the lift. and then once we got in..one of my colleague pressed the no 10 button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;: "errr..aren't we going downstairs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CA&lt;/strong&gt; :"ohh..today a new fren of ours from Indonesia would be joining us for lunch.She just started working in her new office upstairs and she doesnt know any1 here yet.&lt;br /&gt;so we tot inviting her along would be a good idea u see.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : "oh..i see..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we reached the 10th floor and headed for her office. the office had a good setup.&lt;br /&gt;with good interior design and lightings n everything.&lt;br /&gt;they had this glass door and when the receptionist saw our lot approaching..she quickly got up and opened the door for us(i suspected tat she was under the impression tat we were there to make some big orders of watever product they were selling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt; : "Yes..may i help you?"(with a broad grin on her face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CA&lt;/strong&gt; : "Well we're here to meet ..bla bla .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt; : (smile starts to fade..and starts to look suspicious) "may i ask who you are?and does she know you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CA&lt;/strong&gt; : "We are her new frens and we're here to bring her out for lunch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt; : "Oh..ok..i will call her"&lt;br /&gt;"and by the way....Can all of you PLEASE wait out of the door?&lt;br /&gt;..pls dont wait around here.Thank You"&lt;br /&gt;(turns and goes back to her seat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : **Blinks**errr..did i hear tat right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i guess i was right, coz all of the other colleagues turned to go out of the door like a bunch of hooligans being chased out for entering without permission..arghhh.... and so we stood out at the hot n uncomfortable corridor waiting for this new recruit who just joined in the "datin/datuk" list of mine.and finally she came...a pretty gal i shud say..looks all decent and quiet n sweet.she was introduced to all of us by CA n i saw her lost  expression when she heard my name.i guess it must hav been too complicated for her to pronounce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and off we went..finally heading downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the lift..down the corridor..the pathway to the makan shop...in the shop...on the table...&lt;br /&gt;mannn...SHE WAS TALLLLLKING...NON STOPPP...like a broadcasting radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness..i've never seen a pretty and cute looking gal who talks soooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;and no..she wasnt talking to me...she was just talking to selected 2 colleagues of mine who could speak in Hokkien.as tat was the only language she was using..and pretended as if there was no one else sitting around her.&lt;br /&gt;my eardrums were abt to split open.if i just had some cotton there, i swear i would hav stuffed the whole lot into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us were kinda lost on the table as she was sitting in the middle and kept blabberring..we couldnt talk over her as tat would be rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just sat there admiring the restaurant's walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then suddenly out of nowhere a boy+fren of hers came in.another joker added to our lunch group now..wow..this is gonna be soo much fun...i tot...we have more clowns coming in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he sat on the other end of the table.and this new gal introduced all of us to this joker who didnt even bother to shake hands or look up at us when we were introduced.and when she wanted to introduce me to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Gal&lt;/strong&gt; : "and this is...errr...err.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; : "Tarzan...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Gal&lt;/strong&gt; : "Right...this is Kakrash"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; : T____T......**brilliant**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew such a name ever existed in the indian name dictionary..luckily she didnt say Cockroach though.&lt;br /&gt;heyyy wait a minute..mebbe i could use Kakrash for my son!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as expected..she started talking to her new mate...Non Stop again..&lt;br /&gt;i just waited for my order to come...started eating and then felt very grateful as all of my colleagues decided to make a move and let the two woodywood peckers to continue talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phiewwww.....wat a relieve it was..to finally get some peace n quiet along the way back to the office.&lt;br /&gt;tried my best to relax as much as i could before i reached the office and start facing the things tat makes my life shorter...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moral of the story &lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Offer help only when its necessary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112637303135749198?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112637303135749198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112637303135749198&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112637303135749198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112637303135749198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/09/going-out-of-way.html' title='going out of the way...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112550520038832079</id><published>2005-09-01T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:34:56.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being a malaysian...</title><content type='html'>seems like i've been reading a lot of blogs lately..thanks to wy pun..hehe(for all the good links she always sends me during our daily msn chat at work)..a good way to get myself out of all the codes and reports tat i'm fated to face in my office.&lt;br /&gt;blog reading seems to be a good way to improve my writing skills and at the same time having the chance to read abt all the interesting things ppl hav to say abt their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing tat has attracted me recently is the trend of some bloggers to write in malay...heh..well i've always wanted to try tat out.exercising my malay writing skills after sooo long seems to be a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess doing it on a very special day like this makes it more memorable..&lt;br /&gt;..so here's wat i've got to say abt being malaysian after 22 years...in a malay-sian style..;)&lt;br /&gt;(if u think its rotten..pls do forgive me..heh..long time didn't write)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yang telah saya pelajari setelah 22 tahun bersama dengan rakyat malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Pertama sekali ialah saya berasa amat bangga kerana saya dapat melihat keunikan pelbagai adat dan amalan masyarakat berbilang kaum di negara saya ini.&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang anda sedia maklum, kawan-kawan saya selalunya terdiri daripada kaum yang bukan india. Semasa di sekolah juga, kebanyakkan kawan kawan saya terdiri daripada orang melayu, cina dan india. Saya tidak bermaksud untuk mengecilkan diri saya daripada orang india dan berpura-pura menjadi seorang dari bangsa lain. Saya amat berbangga dengan siapa diri saya sebenarnya. Cuma saya merasakan bahawa saya patut mengambil peluang keemasan ini untuk mengenali keistimewaan rakyat lain. Tida gunanya jikalau kita ingin mencari kawan di serata dunia tetapi keistimewaan rakyat di negara sendiri pun kita tidak tahu.&lt;br /&gt;Saya merasakan bahawa jika kita tidak mewujudkan apa-apa jurang diantara persahabatan, semua orang boleh menjadi rakan baik kita tidak kira siapa identiti mereka yang sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara detik yang saya tidak dapat lupakan ialah semasa saya berada di sekolah menengah dahulu. Sudah menjadi amalan di sekolah saya dahulu yang semua jawatan tertinggi di AJK badan pengawas sekolah saya terdiri daripada pelajar bumiputera.&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang dijangkakan, saya tahu bahawa walaupun setelah 5 tahun menjadi pengawas di sekolah itu, saya tidak akan dapat mendapat apa apa jawatan di AJK tertinggi badan pengawas.&lt;br /&gt;Akan tetapi, saya amat terkejut apabila saya mendapat undian kedua tertinggi semasa perlantikan ketua pengawas dijalankan(walaupun 70% pengawas terdiri daripada pelajar bumiputera). Saya tidak menyangka yang ini boleh berlaku dan setelah itu ramai kawan-kawan saya yang bukan bumiputera juga mendapat peluang untuk menjawat jawatan tinggi di dalam badan pengawas.&lt;br /&gt;Inilah kali pertama dalam rekod sekolah perkara ini berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;Saya amat gembira yang saya dan kawan-kawan saya yang lain dapat membawa perubahan yang positif kepada sekolah kami. Kami semua menjadi kawan baik dan sentiasa ada di sana untuk membantu sesiapa memerlukan bantuan.&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga kini, kami masih mengekalkan persahabatan ini.&lt;br /&gt;Saya dapat merasakan bahawa jikalau kita tidak mengambil kira perbezaan diantara kita, tiada apa yang mustahil dilakukan dan kami semua melalui satu tempoh masa yang amat seronok dalam badan pengawas kami pada tahun itu. Semua guru-guru kami pun tidak dapat menafikan keunikan badan pengawas kami pada tahun itu yang penuh dengan pelbagai "rasa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewaktu di kolej, keadaan berubah sedikit. Kawan-kawan saya lebih matang tetapi keistimewaan mereka tetap menjadi element yang menjadikan suasana persahabatan kami amat seronok. Saya berharap keadaan ini akan berterusan dan saya akan mendapat peluang untuk mengenali lebih ramai kawan kerana mereka ini menjadikan perjalanan hidup saya ini lebih bermakna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia telah memberi saya peluang untuk mengenali keunikan kepelbagaian element di dunia ini dengan begitu mudah sekali. Ramai kawan saya di negara lain tidak mempunyai peluang ini dan saya amat menghargainya kerana saya dapat menikmatinya dalam keadaan yang aman dan damai. Pada pendapat saya, inilah yang membuatkan Malaysia satu tempat yang amat unik di mata dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian saja daripada saya dan sebelum saya mengakhiri catatan saya ini, saya ingin mengucapkan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Merdeka Malaysia&lt;/strong&gt;...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: phiewww.. it took me 2 hours just to finish this.forgot soo many words.so tempted to stop it half way and continue the rest with english..heh..but somehow i tried my best. pls do ignore the parts where it sounded as if im bragging abt myself...i had no choice but to include it to finish the story..heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Merdeka guys...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112550520038832079?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112550520038832079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112550520038832079&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112550520038832079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112550520038832079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/08/being-malaysian.html' title='being a malaysian...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112498434723340682</id><published>2005-08-26T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:12:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you do?</title><content type='html'>well today, as usual i was on my way back in the jam packed train.&lt;br /&gt;as i got into the train from the setia jaya station i heard some gals voice speaking in a very strong american accent.i tot there were two of them as i couldnt see them properly.&lt;br /&gt;but then, after a while, i managed move a little back and finally got a clear view of the speaker.&lt;br /&gt;actually there was onli 1 gal...speaking on her mobile.&lt;br /&gt;the following was the bits and pieces of the conversation tat i heard while i was in the train....so pls read on..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..tat freaking bastard looks like a bitch..how dare he insult me?who he thinks he is?&lt;br /&gt;ever since i came to this freaking place..i'm seeing more n more bitches every day.my whole office is filled with ###(she mentioned a particular race here)..pigs.the people here are stupid..so goddam fuc*ing stupid..and how dare these freaking idiots talk to me tat way.they are not even fit to lick my dogs ass.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont understand how i ended up in this retarded country..full of pollution everywhere and all the freaking fuc*ed up people everywhere around me.im disgusted. i cant even move from one place to another without feeling sick.the train, the taxi..everything is fuc*ed up. some of my colleagues came all the way from Canada and Australia. I just dont understand why on earth they leave their beautiful and peaceful country to end up in this freaking n fuc*ed up country. ....the food he is equivalent to shit....all their food is marinated with sugar and fat...and tats why all the people here look like pigs. and they still eat all the time even when they look like retarded pigs...i just cant stand this place anymore...i shouldn't hav left london at the first place...bla bla bla...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the conversation went on...even when i left the train, she was still talking..and tat was like 20minutes later..i guess she really has a lot of wonderful stuff to say abt the country she ended up in..isnt it?...poor gal...she must hav had a bad day...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes...what i've written here is 100% true...and i guess u must be wondering how the people around was reacting.&lt;br /&gt;well..most of them were listening of course..just like me...and some looked very furious..anytime ready to explode.&lt;br /&gt;especially the chinese aunty sitting beside her..i could see her face getting very red..probably getting hot..and the best part is..tis gal didnt seem to bother if were listening as she didnt take any trouble to reduce her tone watsoever...or maybe she really wanted us to hear how miserable we are..ending up in a retarded country..and being pigs u see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wat d'ya think?&lt;br /&gt;well if u ask me...the answer is very simple.&lt;br /&gt;u dont need an expert to tell who's the retarded one...;)&lt;br /&gt;at least we had the courtesy giv her some respect and not whack her and throw her out of the moving train(im sure some of the uncles there wanted to do tat).&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think anyone would hav minded if she got stuck in the train wheels also...;)&lt;br /&gt;or maybe someone did actually do tat after i left the train..i wouldn't hav known...hehe..i guess we'll just hav to catch up the great news in the newspapers tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..by the way...this retarded bitch is an asian who must hav settled down in US.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess the phrase..."makhluk lupa daratan"...fits her very well..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112498434723340682?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112498434723340682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112498434723340682&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112498434723340682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112498434723340682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-would-you-do.html' title='what would you do?'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112462350578839618</id><published>2005-08-22T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:54:10.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams...</title><content type='html'>sometimes it makes me wonder..do dreams really mean something?&lt;br /&gt;are they actually supposed to be giving us some signs or warnings on something that is going to happen which we havent got a clue yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days back..early morning, just before i woke up...i had 2 very wierd dreams..back to back with the same agenda.&lt;br /&gt;it was something to do with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was like this...&lt;br /&gt;first...i dreamt i was in my office with some of my colleagues(dunno who adi)...we were staying back late to finish some work and suddenly my big boss came running in into the office with a panic expression on his face asking us to run away..he said.."The building is on FIRE!..run run.."&lt;br /&gt;i could see smoke coming in thru the door gaps below..&lt;br /&gt;but strangely..i just stared at him..then turning back to my pc...i said..&lt;br /&gt;"i'm not running anywhere...i've got a lot of reports to finish..so u guys can go ahead..leave me alone please"&lt;br /&gt;(goshhh..i never knew i was so dedicated to my work..way to go ash!..u'll be getting increment soon)&lt;br /&gt;and as expected...i just continued my work..and then the dream ended..just like tat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while...i had another one..&lt;br /&gt;i was still at my workplace..but this time i was outside the building and it was at nite..sitting alone on a bench nearby the building..i was just staring at all the people around me...the situation was chaotic..everyone was running here n there and i think there was an ambulance nearby...i could hear the siren.&lt;br /&gt;apparently..the building was on fire...so every1 was trying to rescue the people who were still trapped inside.&lt;br /&gt;and there i was..watching the whole scene like as if it was some sort of movie.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly a medical team guy approached me(i guess he realized tat i was the onli one seemed to be very free there)..and asked me whether i could drive him to the nearby hospital..&lt;br /&gt;he said he wanted me to drive a very seriously injured guy to the hospital as the ambulance was full.&lt;br /&gt;at first i wanted to refuse..b'coz the tot of placing someone burnt at the backseat of my car seemed to give me some kinda fear..but after the medical guy gav me tat are-you-going-to-giv-me-a-lift-or-not and some lenghty lecture on being human(yes..i remember him sitting beside me on the bench and started telling me abt lending a helping hand when ppl need it)..i finally agreed..&lt;br /&gt;so i walked with him to where the burnt guy was..and the moment i reached..another medical guy came n spoke to the guy who approached me and then they told me..&lt;br /&gt;"mmm...well..i guess u dont hav to worry abt ur car now..the person is already dead..thanks for the help anyway"..and true enuff..i saw a body covered with plain white cloth on a stretcher.&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked..i just looked at the body and strangely i was suddenly so curious to see how the body under the white sheet would look like..&lt;br /&gt;i forwarded to lift up the white cloth to see who's tat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....i was looking at a familiar face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : "Wake Up!....its already 6.45am!!!and..y u looking so shocked?having a bad dream..?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "ermmm..*shakes head*.."&lt;br /&gt;and i tried to close my eyes quickly again..to see if i could get back to the dream..(tis shows how dumb Mr.Ash can get sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess tat was it...everytime it happens..doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;the moment u tend to get into the most interesting part of the dream..*blink..blink*..&lt;br /&gt;there u are..staring at ur room...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling dissapointed..i finally woke up..got ready for work..the same time the corner of my brain silently wondering if this "fire" dream actually meant something..since i never had a same topic dream back to back before...and moreover..the scene abt medical team seemed to be so real..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to finally prove tat tis dream had actually something behind it...i waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so did the day pass...with nothing fire-ry about it..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess probably it was just another dream eh?back to back or not..it doesnt make a difference..but then again i just realized tat sometimes, the character who u think is urself in the dream..sometimes is less like u..for instance in thesw 2 diff dreams..the character who was supposed to be me..wasnt like me at all..i'll tell u which part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the part where i refused to leave the office just to finish my reports..(puh-leaasee..i'm not tat dedicated to my work okay..)&lt;br /&gt;2. the part where i was getting lectured for being inhuman..(i wouldn't hav been sitting on the bench at the first place..i would hav been with the crowd.trying to offer as much help as i can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...so i guess dreams are just meant to be like tat..cant do much abt it even if u want..isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however i do hav some interesting topics related to "dreams" tat actually happened before..heh..well i shall try to write about them soon...&lt;br /&gt;till then...keep dreaming..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112462350578839618?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112462350578839618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112462350578839618&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112462350578839618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112462350578839618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/08/dreams.html' title='dreams...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112377371529936861</id><published>2005-08-12T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:24:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mask...</title><content type='html'>i guess now mask has become an item of great demand.i've noticed tat compared to years before...this year this time..many people are begining to wear the mask.as to protect themselves from the dear haze.well..its kinda a good thing u see..every1 seems to be getting so health conscious n everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me..i just cant help myself to wear the mask..i just dont know y. just hate doing wierd things tat can attract attention in public.&lt;br /&gt;u know..im the kind who'd rather get wet in the rain than carrying an umbrella..:D&lt;br /&gt;yea..i know wat ur thinking..&lt;br /&gt;i must be ridiculous..stupid...my mom always tells me tat..;)&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant help it..umbrella gives me the auntie-like feeling..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..ok..enuff of my diversion..lets get back to the mask story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we are outside..wearing the mask is acceptable...&lt;br /&gt;but in a air-cond area...im asking ..do u still wear a mask?&lt;br /&gt;lets say in the train..(yes the train again)..do u still wear a mask once u r inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..if yes is the answer...then tats kinda strange for me..i really cant see the logic there..&lt;br /&gt;well..maybe the person wearing it might hav had some other solid reasons for wearing it u know...probably to avoid her neighbour's bad breath or sweat smell or somethin..its after work u see..every1 is so "nice-smelling"..so i really cant blame her if she finally found way to breathe in fresh air after work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B U T then again..i saw this lady..wearing a mask n eating a "Cloud 9" chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisay man...i was like...c'mon la..gimme a break...isnt this a bit too much?&lt;br /&gt;y on earth she has to torture herself to this extend?&lt;br /&gt;got any competition goin on ar..like who's spotted in the train with a cloud 9 &amp;amp; with a mask can get a sample piece of Cloud 9 for free..:P&lt;br /&gt;...hmm..mebbe there is..who knows&lt;br /&gt;or probably she's trying to create awareness to the public about how important is the M A S K!&lt;br /&gt;even u eat..u must wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea lady..i understand u..just dont accidently bite the mask ok?&lt;br /&gt;then u'll be eating the clogged smoke on the mask...then all ur attempt to save urself would be wasted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha..i might sound like mr.kepohchi here..bothering abt how ppl eat with a mask..but then i just couldnt help it..tat thing was really interesting u see..haha..after all wats a blog for eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112377371529936861?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112377371529936861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112377371529936861&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112377371529936861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112377371529936861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/08/mask.html' title='mask...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112311848697721026</id><published>2005-08-04T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:07:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok...lets talk about them...</title><content type='html'>well...by now i guess you guys would have known that i'm a big "fan" of the KTM train service.&lt;br /&gt;heh..anyway i guess when u take public transport, u tend to get a little insight on the behaviour of people around you. watching them doing things sometimes make you realize.."she/he does THAT too??"&lt;br /&gt;haha..this is the time when u begin to realize that sometimes its not you alone who have this kind of wierd habbit.many people around you tend to do the same..for instance..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i do tend to doze off on my seat whenever im a bit too tired..only to realize when i wake up that my mouth is hanging open....aduii..tats really really embarrasing for me..i'm not really fond of letting ppl see my unique postures when i'm sleeping..especially when my mouth is hanging open like this...arggghh..i wonder if anything went into my mouth or not!&lt;br /&gt;ahha..anyway..to my relieve..i hav seen many people's mouth hanging like mine when they sleep..hahah..so at least i know im not the only one doing this kind of scene in public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well..lets get to the main agenda here.&lt;br /&gt;these few weeks of observation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just begin to realize tat women are very very competitive by nature.even to the extend of who can get into the lift first also seems to be provoking a sense of competitiveness in them&lt;br /&gt;YES..you heard me right..THE LIFT..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was trying to get into the almost full lift..so i was like the last one left outside..and i was trying to make my way in. and out of nowhere..suddenly this aunty came from behind me and just pushed me off with her elbow...and tried to make her way in.&lt;br /&gt;"ouchhh...aunty...what the..!#@!#@!@..."&lt;br /&gt;and then she got in n the door closed..i just stood there..cursing under my breath...now i hav to wait for the next lift.&lt;br /&gt;i mean..she's so well dressed n everything..but dunno y the attitude like this.&lt;br /&gt;if u ask me...i think a guy would hav not done this...or at least i think maybe he wont..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..tats the lift..&lt;br /&gt;and now the same thing happened to me when i was trying to get into the train.&lt;br /&gt;as the train at 6.30pm would be jam packed..its always hard to get a space to move in when the train stops at my station.but some how we'll try to squeeeeeeeze in...&lt;br /&gt;the problem is...we gentlemen.."ehem"...would always try not to push the ladies when we get in..i mean try not to accidently touch them la..then they think we gatal pulak..like as if we're dying to rub our hands on them...ahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;but then..when the guys behave so decently.."ehem"(again)..the ladies would tend to behave like i-dunno-wat-to-say..&lt;br /&gt;they would just push the guys out of the way..and put their hands all over the place so tat we cant get thru them.sometimes they would just walk tru the crowd n they know the guys would try to avoid them.so they take this as an advantage to cut the queue and jump in front!&lt;br /&gt;its really frustrating u know..this thing seems to be happenin all the time!&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen the guys doing this..except occasionaly some jungle man would turn up.but that is just once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;but ladies do it ALL THE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;tats just not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and worst still sometimes the train would be shaking like mad..(thanks for the wonderful driver and the "excellent" railway track we hav)..and we would tend to sway in the train..coz sometimes we dont get a place to evern hold to balance ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;so of course la sometimes we tend to accidently touch the ladies...and it did happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt do it on purpose!&lt;br /&gt;and u know what i got from the lady?&lt;br /&gt;she stared back at me like as if im some sort womanizer and she tried to move away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOO...look who's STARINg!&lt;br /&gt;this was the lady who was busy pushing away all the guys purposely just now and putting her hands on us in her hast of getting into the train..we didnt stare at her back!&lt;br /&gt;but now when we do it accidently..tats wrong isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr...yea rite..i know y....&lt;br /&gt;their body parts are precious as gems while the guys are just made of rock n sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhah..anyway..but i'm not saying all the ladies are like this.&lt;br /&gt;if they were to just say the magic word "excuse me"..i dont mind letting them go..and i can even wait for the next train(if its a cute gal who said this)....hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;its just that i cannot digest when ladies behave so violent like this...&lt;br /&gt;hahha...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i guess im just frustrated...day in day out this thing happening makes me wanna release it somewhere..haha..n my blog seems to be the best place for me to do it.;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112311848697721026?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112311848697721026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112311848697721026&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link 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will be going to visit a different client in Jalan Imbi.and actually we have already deployed a system for them a few months back.however the Project Manager for that project has left our company and now it seems that the system is not being used well by the client b'coz they still need training.&lt;br /&gt;so my current PM was assigned the new task of taking over that system and i've got dragged in as well..since i'm in his team.&lt;br /&gt;so around 2pm we left to KL and getting stuck in Jalan Imbi's traffic is horrible..then we had to park somewhere else n walk to the place..aduii...damn hot sum more.&lt;br /&gt;so after 10 minutes walk we finally reached the client's office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to realize tat this client is a designer...he designs wedding attire and so on...wow...his butique was simply superb.the floor,ceiling and wall were in black...covered in black cushion..with orange spot lights.and all his collectin in some sort of white/milkish colour...so the contrast was very good.i guess he must be damn rich to hav spent tat much on his butique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we had the presentation in their office...which was occupied by a few staffs...all wearing "stylo" kinda attire as well.i felt like an idiot there...like so out of place.me and my shirt hangging half out..my hair all dunno which direction..coz i had to walk in the sun..with the hot wind blowing..was sweating sum more...aduii..really malu case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well only then i was informed that the owner of the butique..whom we were speaking to...actually designed wedding attire for the Brunei Sultan's Son's wedding...grrrr...and he's one of the top designers in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;hahah...tat came to me as a shock...no wonder his shop so changgih la...pocket all too full of $$$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..ehem..i guess the only prob was tat...most of the male staffs there are a bit...errr..."u know wat"...i think most male designers are like tat..and there's even one which i think went thru a surgery...coz her appearence didnt seem natural.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it feels very awkward to be sitting there...i think some of u can imagine how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;im not discriminating or anything...maybe its just that i'm not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;its my first time being in such company.but i guess i must learn to respect people more...regardless of who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again..despite of being wat they are...they seem to be very successful in life..they hav more money than some of us...and are even more famous...all due to their hardwork.&lt;br /&gt;i guess being discriminated by the public made them stronger and now they r proving to the world tat they can achieve wat they want by being who they are.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i'll take my hats off for tat...and i will know better not to speak negatively abt them again.&lt;br /&gt;seeing his awards in the office and all the setup really kinda woke me up...some of the awards received seemed to be very very high tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..so i guess i learned a new lesson...the world is filled with so many different people...just because we think we are perfect, it doesnt mean the ones we think not perfect are failures...sometimes they are way ahead of us...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112242513921022823?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112242513921022823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112242513921022823&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112242513921022823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112242513921022823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/07/designing-system-for-designers.html' title='designing a system for the designers...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112214110873181509</id><published>2005-07-24T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T01:51:48.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome welcome...</title><content type='html'>ohh..yea..i forgot to mention abt someone who i managed to get into visiting my blog now tat i've given her my blog address....and send an official invitation to visit it...heheh(hopefully she visits...hehe..;))&lt;br /&gt;this person has been missing from the picture for quite sometime and i think all of us would like to know how's she doing...hehhe...so lets all give a warm welcome to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.Ngeow Choy Wun&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;clap...clap...clap...&lt;br /&gt;hahha...yea i managed to reply choy's mail...finally&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to do it since last monday and i only managed to find time this evening...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice to get u back....pls feel free to drop a few lines at the chatter box..if u hav time.&lt;br /&gt;and so i hope u create one blog oso eh..choy...would like to hear ur updates too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112214110873181509?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112214110873181509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112214110873181509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112214110873181509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112214110873181509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/07/welcome-welcome.html' title='welcome welcome...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112214010358095108</id><published>2005-07-24T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T01:42:02.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ash still here...</title><content type='html'>hehe..yes i'm still here...and i know its been quite a while since i last updated my blog.i just managed to pull myself just now to sit and spend some time writing up a new post.&lt;br /&gt;well here i am...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was wrong...i tought that once my music exams were over...i can just have all the time after 6pm for myself to sit n relax n watch tv at home...i tot i dont have to run back to klang everyday after work n practise till 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;"HOW WRONG U ARE MR.PRAKASH"&lt;br /&gt;sighh...right after the week after my exam...i've suddenly been given one stack of modules n reports to finish by my dear PM...&lt;br /&gt;so since the week after my exam i'veen staying back at office till 9pm almost everyday to finish up all these work that my PM handed over to me now tat he's begining to like me soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aihh...so tat was last week..and then last sunday my music teacher informed me tat the india teacher wants to take extra classes with few of us...she wants to teach us some new songs and we'll be having to come to her place every night at 7.30pm...for the next whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSHH..gimme a break!!..wats this???A CURSE?&lt;br /&gt;when can i ever get back home after 6pm and just do my stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as fated...i've been going to klang AGAIN...after work for last whole week..till friday.&lt;br /&gt;first i have to get stucked in the BLOODY KTM train...where u can hardly even move ur fingers..and the tat great train would always be right "NOT ON TIME"..grrr.. i guess tats KTM's speaciality....being DELAYED!!!for heavens sake...when would they ever do somthing to that!&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll just hav 10 minutes to take a quick shower and rush back to my car to get to klang.&lt;br /&gt;driving to klang at 7.00pm isnt really a brilliant idea...b'coz the roads would be so clear and u just can close ur eyes n drive.&lt;br /&gt;yeaa..prakash...close ur eyes...u'll be in heaven the next time u open them.&lt;br /&gt;"JAM...JAM...JAM...EVERYWHERE JAMM"&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like strangling myself...to hav to be going thru all this...after work...after going thru a whole day with my PM who loves me soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE POSTIVE PRAKASH...BE POSITIVE...&lt;br /&gt;heh..on the whole the classes went on quite well...learning from her makes the hair behind my neck stand.she could even play the instrument with her eyes closed...when i think i need another pair of eyes to just play the basic lines..i really felt so blank sometimes...and there's no running away if u dont get the line right.play play play...untill u get it!&lt;br /&gt;haha..but nevertheless...i dont really regret taking up the classes...now tat i'm out of the jam..heh.besides the terrible back ache and finger pain i would get at the end of each class...it went quit okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tat i'm free of all the classes n extra workload...i just hope next week i'll be able to hav my after-6pm time for myself...lets keep our fingers crossed eh...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way...i'm planning to write something on ladies behaviour..based on my observation last whole week...so watch out for my next post ya.....i'll try to get it up soon...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112214010358095108?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112214010358095108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112214010358095108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112214010358095108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112214010358095108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/07/ash-still-here.html' title='ash still here...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-112066154825252427</id><published>2005-07-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T22:52:28.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is mine...</title><content type='html'>hehe..i went thru Chun Eng's blog n i followed the link...&lt;br /&gt;haha..and this is what i got......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU ARE FROM NEPTUNE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't get carried away with one idea, y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our spiritual nature will see you through anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-13529773.post-112041272190891122</id><published>2005-07-03T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:50:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end...or...is it just the begining?</title><content type='html'>well..heh...last saturday i had my final performance + graduation for my music lessons.&lt;br /&gt;phiewwwww.....it is a relief for me now that i can wake up in the morning feeling all free and relaxed...heh..but of course i dont deny that i kinda miss the practise sessions we had now tat i dont have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;around 3pm got ready...and i had to seek assistance from 3 ppl just to tie the "Dhoti/Veshti"(indian traditional attire for men) for me..hahah..i've never worn one in my life before and i had to wear one this time b'coz we hav to dress up 100% in traditional attire.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda worried that the dhoti might fall off..i'm not used to wear something like a towel and walk around too long.u know wat might happen&lt;br /&gt;..so i decided to wear a belt on it...just in case...i'm not giving extra perfromance tonite...one show is enough..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after 1 hour..i'm finally ready..my teacher insisted me that i gel up my hair to the back...she doesnt want to see anything droppin in front of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Prakash...pls gel ur hair to the back..if u dunno how to do i can do it for u"&lt;br /&gt;"errr...no thanks teacher...i think i can manage it myself"...:P&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sensetive abt my hair...i dun like to look like someone i think i'm not...so i tried my best to maintain my hair dropping in front..hehe..but in a very NEAT way..and my teacher was okay with it...thankfully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everything was set...and i started walkin only to realize tat it was actually so hard to walk with the dhoti...i was so scared i might trip n fall..my movements was so robot like..and i tot the best way was to lift up the dhoti slightly and walk.but my dad was making a big fuss out of it saying tat it looks very "sakai" like...&lt;br /&gt;"thanks dad"..for the compliments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...so around 7.30 pm..the show begun..with an introduction sanskrit song by a very talented singer..we walked in and later played our songs on the stage..&lt;br /&gt;the experince of playing infront so many audience was definetely something i would not be able to forget..hehe..i was really nervous...wat with my dhoti getting all tangled up with my leg...and by the time i could sit on the stage properly(had to adjust the dhoti well so tat things that we should not expose on stage is kept covered...ehem...)...every1 was already carryin up the instrument..i had to signal my tecaher to not start yet...&lt;br /&gt;then we started...i think it went okay..i did make a few mistakes..hehe..due to tension..but of course..my teacher taught us the techniques to cover up...hahha..and i think i did a good "cover up"..no one seemed to realize the mistakes...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the performance we had the graduation ceremony..each one of us were given our certificate. the certificate was very unique.it is made of silk cloth with our names and the relevant details embroided onto it!&lt;br /&gt;something way more better and admirable compared to the one i received from apiit.&lt;br /&gt;and onli then we knew whether we got 1st class or 2nd class.&lt;br /&gt;the were 2 categories...one for Practical exam and the other for Theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/893/1193/1600/sov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/893/1193/320/sov.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we were also awarded with a beautiful souvenir from my teacher..a veena made of glass(see pic)...it was simply amazing...couldnt take my eyes of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tat the principle from india performed..a solo one of course..it was simply superb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything ended...the India teacher called all of us and told us tat she has selected 3 students to come n stay with her in India for 1 month as she would like to give us special lessons and train us to play with the musical students in the music school.&lt;br /&gt;some of us was kinda shock to be given an opportunity like tat...hehe..and was wondering who those 3 are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well....guess wat....my name was called out...:P&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt believe it at first...heh...didnt know wat to say or how to react.&lt;br /&gt;my parents didnt mind...b'coz its like one of the rare opportunities tat we could get as she seldom invites students hav special lessons from her...and they know i would like to learn more from her.so they left it to me to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...so i guess its all up to me now.&lt;br /&gt;1 month doesnt seem like very long rite?...maybe if everything goes well,i might just giv it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...after this graduation i tot everything was over...but it seems like a new jouorney has just started...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-112041272190891122?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/112041272190891122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=112041272190891122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/112041272190891122'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;heh...well...i always wanted to learn to play a musical instrument...a traditional musical instrument. so i took up classes for this indian traditional instrument called "veena". its a string based instrument. i joined in march 2002..and suddenly last year my teacher said we'll be having examination this year and this examination would be conducted by a Music school principal from India.&lt;br /&gt;i was like.."what????...for heaven's sake...i dont need anymore exams!!"&lt;br /&gt;i took up music to help me relax........not give me more exams to study for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had no choice...and for the exams we needed to master a few additional songs(all the songs we learn is in Sanskrit)within like 8 months...so there was even more pressure(this was going on even when i was doing my FYP).&lt;br /&gt;and not only that...we would also hav a graduation+performance after the exam...hav to prepare for tat as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since last month..we've been having practise every night at my teacher's place...i would have to rush after work to Klang every day.&lt;br /&gt;last Sat n Sun was my theory n practical exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh the theory part..no need to ask...coz most of the words used are Sanskrit based...i think i messed up the words..and mixed up the song composers fathers name...dunno who's father is who now....oopss...i dun think the teacher is gonna be too pleased with me if i change their fathers..:(&lt;br /&gt;... i cant even remember the composer's name properly...wat abt his father...and worst still.....i have to remember the composer's SONS names...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crapped whatever i could...and worst still...we had to sit on the FLOOR and answer...thats the rules!&lt;br /&gt;U ASKED FOR IT PRAKASH!&lt;br /&gt;u wanted traditional huh?....nah hav it....its all for u.. my back like jam oredi..dunno how on earth i'm supposed to write...i cant even find 1 propoer position...&lt;br /&gt;my back was aching like mad by the time i finished at 10pm(exam started at 7pm).&lt;br /&gt;after exam...rushed back home for practise..coz next day had the practical one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday morning...my fingers were like bengkak...damn sleepy&lt;br /&gt;and went to my teacher's place around 1.30pm...and waited for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;its on a 1 to 1 basis.&lt;br /&gt;so i waited...and waited...and waited...&lt;br /&gt;my turn came at 8.30pm!&lt;br /&gt;wow...so FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness...i was like half dead oredi...sitting on the floor n waiting.&lt;br /&gt;inside the room my hands were shivering...ahhaha...i dunno wat i played...&lt;br /&gt;anyway its all over...the India teacher seemed to be satisfied...;)..i bodek her a bit here n there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phiewwwww....after the exams...went back home and slept...and now i'm at work...and part of the rules again...we have to be vegetarian until the graduation is over...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole week hav to practise again for our graduation+performance at the hall.&lt;br /&gt;this sat would be the final thing..and on sunday i'm gonna sleep for one whole day..seriously...i just need REST..tats all i'm asking for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-111983497358719354?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/111983497358719354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=111983497358719354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/111983497358719354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/111983497358719354'/><link rel='alternate' 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KTM...&lt;br /&gt;...or probably the ONLY advatage of KTM..:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-111957633592761404?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/111957633592761404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=111957633592761404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/111957633592761404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/111957633592761404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/06/ohhwats-ending.html' title='ohh...wats the ending...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-111957512652585773</id><published>2005-06-24T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T09:10:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its becoming a norm...</title><content type='html'>well today morning as usual i was in the KTM station getting my ticket.&lt;br /&gt;as i didnt want to catch the early train(coz its always packed...to tired to stand today)..i purposely went a bit late....heh..but what happens?&lt;br /&gt;the early train also arrived while i was getting the ticket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u idiot...when i'm rushing to get on u...u seem to be leaving me...the day i dun want to take u...u r here waiting for me...go to hell...i tot&lt;br /&gt;anyway...i didnt want to rush..i'd rather sit n wait at the station for another 10 minutes for the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however...when the first 1 was still waiting there...there were 2 guys who wanted to board the train badly.&lt;br /&gt;hehe...they were in their 14teen's i guess.&lt;br /&gt;one of the guy(Mr.Fast) already got his ticket and has already got through the ticket barrier.&lt;br /&gt;but the other one(Mr.Slow) was still purchasing the ticket from the counter...&lt;br /&gt;so lets see how the remaining scenario was....(mind u..there were lots of ppl at the station)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Fast : Oh..Shit..the train is here...hurry up u idiot....&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Slow : Oh..what..???wait wait......&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Fast : Faster.........FASTER...HURRY UP...its gonna leave...&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Slow : OH F*CK U...F*CK U....SHUT UP...STOP screaming....i'm coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...so i guess u know which part i'm emphasizing on...with all the ppl watching and even the Ticket counter man right in front of Mr.Slow when he said that...these ppl seem to think its nothing actually...&lt;br /&gt;...u can imagine how was the remaining ppl at the station's expression was like...especially the elderly ones...i think they find it quite offensive..i even saw few of them shaking their head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as for me or maybe most of us..i think we're kinda used to it...i doesn't seem to matter much&lt;br /&gt;maybe 30 years later when we see this again(or maybe worst..maybe they's invent more "pleasant" words by then)...i guess we wouldnt be shaking our heads like them rite?&lt;br /&gt;...........;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-111957512652585773?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-111948836589179800</id><published>2005-06-23T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:59:25.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chatterbox...</title><content type='html'>hi guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just added a new chatterbox...hehe..&lt;br /&gt;so just to giv it a test run...u guys pls drop a few lines if u can ya...&lt;br /&gt;thanksss...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-111948836589179800?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/111948836589179800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=111948836589179800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/111948836589179800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/111948836589179800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/2005/06/chatterbox.html' title='chatterbox...'/><author><name>ashes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09192016585444463724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-111940226442367966</id><published>2005-06-22T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:44:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawatan sambil berkerja ke Jabatan Pertanian...</title><content type='html'>yea..tats rite...i went to the Jabatan Pertanian yesterday to gather some requirements for the system tat we're currently working on.&lt;br /&gt;at first when my PM told me tat i was going with him..i was kinda excited...of course i would..hehe..coz tat was my 1st experience getting into the real world's customer.moreover..it was MONDAY...hahah..so any excuse to get out of my sleepy chair was definetely a great idea......so off we went...&lt;br /&gt;the moment we reached into the office...i tot something must hav gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly had the feeling of as if i was in the 1960's...&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i was wrong..i am in year 2005...but the people there seemed to be from the 1960's....i guess tats how the typical governmet office looks like.&lt;br /&gt;everyone there looked so antique....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess u can imagine the experience of trying to get their requirements and transforming it into a web-based system was like....phiewww...i felt like it took ages b'for we could even understand what they were trying to say and..all the ppl tat we spoke to were at least 40 n above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just have these loooooooong n lenghty procedures which i seem to find it very very very unnecessary...thats y they need minimum 1 year just to approve a registration in the Jabatan Pertanian....really really not efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess tat gives us the answer y we hav to wait soooooo long just for simple government matters.&lt;br /&gt;they tend to use systems which is dated back in the 1960's where they were probably using bicycles to move around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the explanation was so lenghty tat i begin wondering how thick the lady's glasses tat we were speaking to could be..and trying to figure out probably how many years ago was this model famous...or would it hav ever been famous?maybe her parents bought if for her when she was small....and she didnt hav much choice...couldnt demand...so she just took it...&lt;br /&gt;but then now....y on earth IS SHE STILL WEARING IT?&lt;br /&gt;maybe the one she's wearing definetely deserves a place in the museum...probably the last model of its kind left in Malaysia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."prakash...r u listening?"&lt;br /&gt;..."oooh wat..yea ...yea..yea...i am.."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...anyway we managed to gather all the dreams...i mean requirements tat we tot we heard and god knows how the system is gonna turn out to look like...&lt;br /&gt;and by the time we train all these aunties n uncles on how to use it....i think it would be time for them to retire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this interesting link to show the System Development Lifecycle ... haha..i think most of us agree with this...take a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloggingabout.net/dennis/files/projectSwing.jpg"&gt;http://bloggingabout.net/dennis/files/projectSwing.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-13529773.post-111862754799795254</id><published>2005-06-13T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:52:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an interesting quote...</title><content type='html'>one of my worknig collegue had this quote in his msn ID...i found it quite interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-111862754799795254?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/111862754799795254/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13529773.post-111862497941468609</id><published>2005-06-13T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T09:23:03.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just to say hello...</title><content type='html'>well yesterday i went for a function...and i met one of my Form 3 teacher there.&lt;br /&gt;it was so good to see her again after so long...b'coz she was one of my favourite teacher in secondary school...she used to call me "Nambiar" in class!&lt;br /&gt;haha...nevertheless it was unique...a selected few teachers who loved that "nambiar" word used to call me tat in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at first when i saw her...ermmmm...i was a bit reluctant to go say hello...i just dunno y...i've got this phobia of not saying hello to people i've not seen for long time.&lt;br /&gt;but its not that i'm trying to ignore them or pretend not to recognize them..its just that im kinda feeling worried maybe they don't recognize me.&lt;br /&gt;...so i tried to prolong that moment by pretending doing something and saving the "saying hello" moment for later..since i'm busy(or so called busy...:P)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...so finally the moment came...i saw her outside and i decided to say hi...but then she was talking to someone...so i tot..i'll do it "later"(again)..since i didnt want to intterupt her...&lt;br /&gt;...but then when i turned to walk ...suddenly i heard .."Prakash!"...(not nambiar this time...coz my dad was there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she called me...heh...and then started talking the usual topic...ask me how i am and when i graduated and stuffs..it was good to speak to her again.the memory of my secondary school seem to be coming back slowly...but then..towards the end..she said one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"prakash u know...most of my ex-student who i taught...when they see me..they just pretend as if they dont see me..pretend to be doin somethin else..i mean how long would it take to just come n say hello?...its very sad to see that...they seem to forget who i am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said..."errmmmmm....yea...tats bad...tats rude actually......"&lt;br /&gt;(look who's talking..i tot in my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really glad that i somehow managed to say hello to her.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't imagine what she would hav thought of me if i just left the "later" thing to take control of me and i just left the place without saying hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was really close...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-111862497941468609?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/111862497941468609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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day....</title><content type='html'>well hello everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised to write something when i get back home yesterday but unfortunately i reached home only at 10pm yesterday and was already exhausted...so i tot i'll save it for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning n decided that i will try to catch the early train to get to my office a bit early(8.30am) so that i'll have sometime to fill up this blog b'for my boss comes in...heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i reached the train station early...and so happen the early train hasn't arrived yet.&lt;br /&gt;wow...great i thought...i quickly rushed to the tickect machine and there was 3 ppl in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;i waited for my turn...but unfortunately one "aunty" there was struggling to get her notes in the lousy machine which is "hyper" sensetive to some selected notes.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...and the train came...shit i tought...not now...faster aunty fasterrrrrrrrr..change the bloody note!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally she got it in...and i rushed to take my ticket...ahh...the train already reached...and every1 was getting in....&lt;br /&gt;ohhh...my godd...now its my turn...the notes wouldn't get in!!!&lt;br /&gt;karma..i tell u karma...scold ppl..n now u get it...u deserve it(says the old aunty's voice in my head...pls dunt ask me how did her voice sound like...i also dunno)&lt;br /&gt;finally i got the ticket and rushed to slot the ticket in the machine and ran acrooss the Overhead bridge to cross to the other platform.....i can make it.......yeaaaaa...the train is still there.....&lt;br /&gt;i ran down the stepsssss.....i was just 3 feet away from the doorrrrrr.....yeaaa...&lt;br /&gt;and then....the door closed and the train started moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i now?&lt;br /&gt;standing at the platform..staring at the moving train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aih...wat a luck...so i waited another 15minutes and got the usual train...all the cursing and karma payback for nothin..&lt;br /&gt;...so i reached Setia Jaya station...i walked as fast as i could....and i got stuck behind 3 "walking-talking" ladies.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..not noww..&lt;br /&gt;the pathway was so narrow and this 3 wonderful ladies were blocking the whole way..so there was no chance i could overtake them....just great....just great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited....and it seemed like their walking pattern was getting slower..becoz u know why?&lt;br /&gt;they were busy analyzing each other's "earrings"!&lt;br /&gt;wow...wat an achievement...they can do 3 things at one time...lets see wat else they can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshhhhh....y is it so difficult to get to my office early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked patiently...behind...hoping tat this topic would end soon..and they would start walking faster...&lt;br /&gt;i mean logically...how long can u go on talking abt ear-rings?&lt;br /&gt;how much is there to talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;..i guess i was wrong...it didnt seem to end....until i reached a broader pathway...&lt;br /&gt; i quickly overtook them...and managed to giv them an irritated look b'for i left them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..so here i am...now...in my office..finished my 2nd blog...with my boss taking his seat behind me.&lt;br /&gt;so u know what it means..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe....so i'll seeya guys later yah..........ciaooo..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-111836791198863793?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/111836791198863793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=111836791198863793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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this is my 1st blog and my 1st message...&lt;br /&gt;i cant really write much now coz its just my 1st hour of work on my 3rd day of work...&lt;br /&gt;sooo...i'll try to write more the 1st thing i get back home ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya guys later............ciaooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13529773-111828307032515780?l=ashn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashn.blogspot.com/feeds/111828307032515780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13529773&amp;postID=111828307032515780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13529773/posts/default/111828307032515780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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