<?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-13804472</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:41:17.745+08:00</updated><category term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Days Go By</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in a life of a producer in a very hectic world advertising blabbering his nonsense to the whole world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-4686667108947493552</id><published>2010-04-29T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T13:36:41.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Island Getaway &amp; Weekend Food Fest</title><content type='html'>The month of April is quite a month for me... First and foremost I sort of took a month sebatical from work before I start my full time job with another company. Due to some certain unforseen circumstances, I had to take a freelance roll first in the company and then start fulltime in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while doing that I went for my island getaway in Perhentian Islands which was planned sometime ago with my best mates and we had our fair share of fun and also experience some disgrunted feelings towards the hotel we are in. Pictures taken by my all time camera, which is the camera phone can be viewd on my facebook page. Just look up for Melvyn Khoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend ago another bunch of friends and myself took a drive down to Malacca for a food fest. Malaysians being Malaysians we always leave half an hour or an hour late from the agreed time. We sent the whole day just eating our hearts out and enjoying the view of Malacca town. the food was overwhelming and personally i could not get enough of it. My all time favourite is the Pork Satay. I once ate over 100 sticks in one session. I would go back anytime just for the satay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, All Good Things Must Come To An End. Well the month is coming to an end and I will need to get back to the working mode. Though I am planning for a few more holidays in the coming months. Some to visit friends and some to just get away and have my tan. Thank God For Holidays.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-4686667108947493552?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/4686667108947493552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=4686667108947493552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/4686667108947493552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/4686667108947493552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-island-getaway-weekend-food-fest.html' title='Of Island Getaway &amp; Weekend Food Fest'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-3465409633226569335</id><published>2010-03-24T18:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T16:43:35.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhentian Island here I come</title><content type='html'>Perhentian Island...yes finally a much long awaited holiday....this time is not going on a holiday with 'the extended sister' and 'ex girlfriend' like we planned when we were in Phuket last year...but with my closest and my bestest mates. To an island, where there is the sand, the sun and crystal clear waters of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looking forward to that lar....and then start work in new company.....I can't wait to see what I can bring to this company......I have been telling myself I took a sebatical from main stream advertising and now I am coming back....hopefully with enough bang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well coming back to Perhentian......I have never had the opportunity in the previous years to actually go on a holiday simply because of 2 reasons....time and money.....travelling plans began only of late and there are so many places to go and to see.....Next year, there is this plan for a 9 day Europe trip with another friend. We were talking about it and boom!!! suddenly it became a plan...and yeah we now have 1 year to do proper research and planning for that trip. Just thinking about it, is making me anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have plans of a short year end trip to Bangkok and visit a friend there. Then there is Miri also....so many places to go but still uncertain on whether it's achieavable within the year. I am happy lar now that I am able to have holidays in my head and that i can actually plan for one without worrying about how much it will cost me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-3465409633226569335?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/3465409633226569335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=3465409633226569335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/3465409633226569335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/3465409633226569335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2010/03/perhentian-island-here-i-come.html' title='Perhentian Island here I come'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-4420646593928662391</id><published>2010-03-22T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:37:50.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is new</title><content type='html'>I recently had 3 job offers and all of which requesting me to join them. I think I have come to a stage in my career where I am actually sought after and that I can demand. I always believed in working hard and making loads of sacrifices to get to where I am today. Though unfortunately there are some people who tells me that my job is the kind where everyone also can pick up and do. Well that is true but what they do not see is that how many can stick to this job long enough or make it their career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of work I do is very simple. All I do is make the necessary preparations for a shoot and make sure the end product goes out on time. It may sound easy, but at this time of economic instability, everyone has limittations in budget and yet requires things way beyond their means. We always strive to provide the best and to make sure everyone is happy. By doing that we have to go through a whole lot of shit, unnecessary stress and the amount of hours invested just to make things happen. I believe not many people can actually work under these kind of requirements all their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people do not see far enough to know what returns will it reap after sacrificing so long. A lot of young working adults these days only want to be in the comfort zone. Plenty are inexperience and yet they have enough balls to demand an expected salary that is more than what they deserve. I remember starting my first job with a 3 figure salary. Now, after 10 yrs I can demand a comfortable figure to live with and still pamper myself with. I am not saying I am earning millions but to me as long as I can pay off my bills and debts and at the same time pamper myself, that is success to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna make my comeback soon after 1 and half years of absence in the main stream. I am gonna start with a reputable photography studio in April and from there I will prove some people wrong with the perception they have on me and my job. I am looking forward to work  my butt off again and have this satisfaction of producing campaigns for big multi national names. Another reason is to also get my self busy enough to forget a certain occasion with the certain somebody as everytime I remind myself , I get very sad, disappointed and angry. So the more work I fill my mind with the less I will think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start with my new job, I am gonna head to a well deserve annual holiday. This time is not with 2 people, whom we made plans to go every year but with a few of my best and closest friends. Perhentian Island is our destination of relaxation, fun, laughter and a whole lot of drinking. 11 more days to go that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to get back to road biking and that is one of my wish list for the year 2010. Once i get the bike, I am planning to go for an everyday exercise regime. Swimming, cycling and futsal. At least one per day though Futsal is already set for Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Sundays. The rest will have to play by ear. Another wishlist for 2010 is to change my 11 year old Proton Iswara. i have been eyeing the Honda Civic since late February and the plan is to get a 2 year old second hand Honda Civic unless some other interesting car pops up in front of me and interests me. Home improvement is also in my wishlist. I am looking to put plenty of photo frames on my empty wall which in that state for 2 and half years, get a bookshelf, 42 inch lcd tv and if I have extra cash, new sofas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Some of those things that has been happening to me. Will be writing more on the next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-4420646593928662391?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/4420646593928662391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=4420646593928662391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/4420646593928662391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/4420646593928662391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-new.html' title='What is new'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-6648687926575195852</id><published>2010-03-11T04:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T05:01:20.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me again still up in the wee hours</title><content type='html'>For the past 3 months, my sleep time seem to get later and later into the night or rather into the early hours of the morning. I know I have had sleeping problems for a long time already but this time, it's getting worse....I do not think going to the doctors will help as the very few occasions I went to seek medical advice, they all say the same damn thing...."Maybe you are overworked or too stressed out". So yeah I do not utterly believe that the Docs can actually help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thinking, I think I have come to a conclusion that whenever I am sad or disappointed, I don't get to sleep. Why? I believe I am being punished. I really don't have the answers to this problem of mine. I guess what I can only do is to live with it. The only hope I have to improve this...hmmm...cannot sleep shit.... is for me to be happy...but right now I am not happy. I try to keep myself occupied so that I do not think of a lot of nonsense. Still it haunts me. Maybe I just freaking deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On lighter note, its 21 more days to my well deserved holiday with a bunch of people who are closest to me. I am so looking forward to this trip. Who knows after this trip, I will be refreshed and then things will start to get better. I really hope so...I am wishing that it will. The Perhentian Island is our paradise destination for 4 days. My ideal holiday, sitting by the beach, a nice cold beer in my hand, the smell of the ocean or sea, the hot sunny day and the breeze blowing into your face and watch the world go by.....Thinking of it sometimes makes me happy for just a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the trip, I am gonna be starting my new job with a new company. I am excited but yet a little worried. Excited because I am getting a much better offer. Worried that my current bosses will not let me go. I don't want to stay any longer. I don't want my reputation in the industry to be destroyed because of the mentality you all possess. I wanna produce and deliver good works for the industry, I want to be respected and I want to prove to that somebody that the idea in that person's head about my career is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itis time for me to sign off now. I am gonna watch a certain English Football team loose in a European Competition...Kepping my fingers cross..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-6648687926575195852?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/6648687926575195852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=6648687926575195852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/6648687926575195852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/6648687926575195852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-me-again-still-up-in-wee-hours.html' title='It&apos;s me again still up in the wee hours'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-517296828460153044</id><published>2010-03-06T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:22:31.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing</title><content type='html'>It has been sometime since the last time I went clubbing. I was club hopping yesterday night from one club to another and well as usual clubbing would equate back to alchohol and dancing and meeting new people. Well I did meet new people, drank some alchohol and dance away to the tunes played by the DJ. After that one night of well letting loose, I finall came to a conclusion that I am getting a little old for this shit. I woke up with some pain on my ankles well due to the fact that I have old injuries on it because of excessive football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that I think I am just gonna go a little slower on the dancing. I now prefer to sit in a bar with good music ( not loud ), have a couple of pints and strike good conversations. That way I don't have to sweat like a pig after the dancing and then start wiping my sweat off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's to clubbing.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-517296828460153044?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/517296828460153044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=517296828460153044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/517296828460153044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/517296828460153044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2010/03/clubbing.html' title='Clubbing'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-6118166244234089940</id><published>2010-02-25T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:50:17.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving For The Better</title><content type='html'>I am leaving my current job to a better place with better perks and job scope.....I am finally gonna be coming out of my comfort zone and having too much free time in my hands and do practically nothing. I simply love the idea of a job where time is so much more flexible and I can do anything I want while working. Unfortunately, I am getting a little too bored with this kind of lifestyle. I guess I am still the kind of person where I need to keep myself occupied doing work all the time, go through shites while working and live  and work in a stressful enviroment. Perhaps the new place might offer the best of both. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I am still astounded with the fact that I am going to a better place and call it work. Someone told once, that my freaking job does not help make money for me. Now, I'd say YOU ARE SO BLOODY WRONG!!!!! I am gonna be gettin 70%  more than my current shitty pay and furthermore as perks, I get a certain percentage of commision from every client that I bring in. So yeah, here is back at you for being so damn negative about my career path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is even better is that I am gonna start right after my well deserved holiday in the Perhentian Islands. So looking forward to it, creating havoc with a bunch of friends. Doing stupid things and all that shit. Now I just have to endure for another month and things will be smooth sailing. Soon after my dream of getting a better car will come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will provide more update of my soon to be insane life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-6118166244234089940?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/6118166244234089940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=6118166244234089940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/6118166244234089940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/6118166244234089940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2010/02/leaving-for-better.html' title='Leaving For The Better'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-6168580220553962093</id><published>2010-02-12T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:14:31.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Again After A Year</title><content type='html'>Sitting in this place day in day out doing almost the same thing, I finally found out that I have a blog and I felt guilty for not being actively updating my life on the world wide web. So here I am, in the same place day in day out, with the decision to start blogging again. I know I do not have plenty of people following my blog but what the hell.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last blog post I put up, I was in love. Plenty of things have changed since then. I am no longer in love with that person anymore, simply because that person walked out of the relationship merely because she was tired of solving problems in the relationship all by herself and she believes that it will be different given another chance. the feeling is entirely different. Screw that okie...Not giving chances to others when they asked for it and hoping for others to give chances to you is what I believe a whole load of bull crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in that one year of what was a happy relationship, I was really happy. Till one night when we talked about it, the truth actually was revealed and that I was a freaking concept. I once asked whether I would be loved for who she wants me to be and would I be treated the way I was treated by my ex wife ( YES!!! I WAS MARRIED )...the answer was no....well that's that.... And now I am alone again finding for another fish swimming in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love hate feeling keeps popping up every once in a while. I really don't know whether to continue caring for this person or to just put her in a box and dig a hole so deep that i would forget that it is there. After two months, it still hurt...&lt;br /&gt;It actually hurts when you love someone your own freaking way and to find out that it's the wrong bloody way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have come to a conclusion that to make a woman happy, you must never be yourself...You need to be someone she perceives you to be then the damn relationship can work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you are happy... And good luck finding your concept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-6168580220553962093?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/6168580220553962093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=6168580220553962093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/6168580220553962093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/6168580220553962093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogging-again-after-year.html' title='Blogging Again After A Year'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-9193858548014502705</id><published>2008-09-24T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:41:13.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SNn8c1zN4DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FMIghOR__UQ/s1600-h/51qeWTU-mnL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SNn8c1zN4DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FMIghOR__UQ/s320/51qeWTU-mnL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249504413085458482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Across The Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Across The Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;You're my everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; The sun that shines above you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Makes the bluebirds sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; The stars that twinkle way up in the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Tell me I'm in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; When I kiss your lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I feel the rolling thunder to my finger tips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; And all the while my head is in a spin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Deep within, I'm in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You're my everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; And nothing really matters but the love you bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You're my everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; To see you in the morning with those big brown eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You're my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Forever and a day I'm need you close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You're my everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You never have to worry, never fear, for I am near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; For my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I live up on the land and see the sky above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I swim within her ocean sweet and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; There's no storm, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You're my everything no nothing really matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; But the love you bring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You're my everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; To see you in the morning with those big brown eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You're my everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Forever and a day I'm need you close to near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You're my everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; You never have to worry, never fear, for I am near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; When I hold you tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; There's nothing that can harm you in the lonely night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I'll come to you and keep you save and warm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Yet so strong, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; When I kiss you lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I feel the rolling thunder to my fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; And all the while my head is in a spin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-9193858548014502705?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/9193858548014502705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=9193858548014502705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/9193858548014502705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/9193858548014502705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-my-everything.html' title='You&apos;re My Everything'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SNn8c1zN4DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FMIghOR__UQ/s72-c/51qeWTU-mnL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-3917520578168306101</id><published>2008-08-20T03:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:52:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was 5 Months Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SKsmEt5l1II/AAAAAAAAAGU/NMudEJ3FUNk/s1600-h/The+Script.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SKsmEt5l1II/AAAAAAAAAGU/NMudEJ3FUNk/s320/The+Script.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236320854230815874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Script are an Irish trio whose music boasts the kind of artful twists sure to turn all preconceptions on their head. This is a whole new brand of Celtic Soul, blending hip hop lyrical flow with pop melodiousness, state-of-the-art R'n'B production with anthemic rock dynamics, classic song construction with gritty contemporary narratives. It's got all the emotion and passion you would expect from across the Irish sea, but it is glittering in its modernity, universal in its singalong addictiveness and global in its syncopation, music for the feet, heart and head. Think U2 versus Timbaland, Van Morrison remixed by Teddy Riley. "Irish people have soul," according to Danny. "It comes from generations of pain, and generations of understanding emotion to be able to physically get that in a solid sound.". A particular favourite of mine is 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved'. I was surprised that they made it to the MTV Asia Awards up in Genting Highlands. It is once in a lifetime chance to see them almost live. Well I was at the other side watching the live feed. Doesn't matter made my day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was five months ago that I last wrote anything. Five months in the world of blogging will get lots of people to raise their eye brows and give you that 'when are you ever gonna write' look. Lucky for me I don't have people following my blog. Unlike some very infamous bloggers, whom I think, are overrated just because they write interesting things about what is happening currently. Well I shall not name names hahaha....but with due respect you deserve to be where you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what has been happening to me for the last 5 months? I quit my job at what is said to be the best place to work in the industry I am slaving for. Half of what they say is true...the other half well let's just say 'BALLOCKS'. No offence but sometimes it really gets into your nerves when people starts contradicting themselves or even put on a pretentious face in front of you and then goes around backstabbing later on. Many more things I shall not elaborate further but you get the idea. I manage to produce my last shoot for a Tourism Malaysia campaign and it took me to East Malaysia. It was a very good experience being in the jungle one week and then the beaches the next week. Though we were together with the TVC crew and that made a lot of hell working together as we both wanted the same things at the same time. It was madness, total utter madness but it was all good as there were some proper communication in the end the see that we both get our stuff. Unfortunately, I am not able to put up any images as.... well due to strict so called P&amp;amp;C protocols but will definately post some once there is green light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I.....hmmmm...oh yes....I quit my job and now I am running a photography studio together with 3 investors who also are photographers themselves. It has been 2 weeks already and now...I have more free time, freedom to decide things on my own instead of going through someone somewhere who sometimes can be blah blah blah.....The first few days was really difficult getting used to too much time in my hands to do anything I want anytime. Now I am getting the hang of it slowly. Slow start yes but I have patience in my hands. I always believe that in due time, good things will eventually fall in front of your door steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 5 months, I manage to go back to my parent's more often than before. With the tremendous amount of work I have in my hands it was really difficult sometimes to go back during the weekend. So when i actually go back it does put some smiles to my parents and sibling especially my Maid. She always have these wide and glittering smile whenever she sees me coming through the gate into the house and she would make so much noise. I talk to her  quite a lot also. Let's just say our bonding time is when we are watching TV and thats where the conversations come in. She never fail to put on that smile of hers every time we do that. All respect must go to her and she single handedly takes care of the daily affairs of the house. Even looks after my aging grandmother who is now in a not so healthy condition. She is one those very I know who treats Chilly like it's a candy. You should see how much 'cili padi' she puts in every meal she has. Your jaws will drop so low it will never come back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 5 months, I met new friends, I lost a few, some good and close ones who does not pick up your calls and hasn't seen them in yongs. Friends, well I am glad I have a few very good friends who will be there for me when I needed them. I would always do the same for them. Some, I begun caring more and more as we spend time hanging out each week. Some new friends who just made the world an even smaller place to live. Some whom I have yet to meet but already begun talking like old friends. I even learned some new term...I didn't know some people use the word dense as being stupid. Got me laughing my undies off. Some friends got me watching HORROR movies. YES!!!! HORROR movies. Now, I am the kind who die die will never watch horror movies as ( yes... I am embarrasingly telling you this ) I get nightmares after that. So bugger off and don't you dare get me to watch anymore horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 5 months, I slowly drifted away from cycling and played more football/futsal. I have always been a slave, slut, fanatic ( whatever you call it la ) of football &amp;amp; futsal. Now I am playing regularly 4 times a week though it was not as easy as it used to be. I thought I would still have it but I realize that I am like 30 years of age thinking that I could do many things I did when I was in my teens. The speed, the tricks, the magic.... just reminds me of the good old days. Now...hahah with bones creaking after every session, pains in the ankles and knees and the fat...yes the fat...just wheezes away all of those which I had. Damn the idea of being able to afford to eat anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still writing in the wee hours of the night? Well I just can't bloody sleep. Sue me for all I care. I have this slight problem of sleeping at the right time. I developed this when I had all the stress in the city in my head. Worrying too much over my job...and a few more other things. So i guess it kinda got me used to it. It seems that there is not much I could do about the sleeping problem but to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I now really cannot think of anything more to write as ...No. 1, my fingers are sleepy, No. 2, my leg is also falling asleep and No. 3, my brain...well let's just not get there shall we..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-3917520578168306101?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/3917520578168306101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=3917520578168306101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/3917520578168306101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/3917520578168306101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-5-months-ago.html' title='It Was 5 Months Ago'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SKsmEt5l1II/AAAAAAAAAGU/NMudEJ3FUNk/s72-c/The+Script.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-7242895939586920034</id><published>2008-03-17T21:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:38:15.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R96ActVSjSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AkP1ffDWevE/s1600-h/51yklf1VkJL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R96ActVSjSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AkP1ffDWevE/s320/51yklf1VkJL._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178717852216233250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't Look Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kate Voegele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ever since the last post, I must admit that I have been procastinating a lot. I always tell my self to blog about current events and all.. but it never happens. Procastination, it has always been my lousiest flaw. A flaw which I can never shave off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has somewhat been hmmm dunno how to put it words. I find myself loosing my concentration a lot lately. Everyday is just the same old day for me. Go to work, finish work, play some futsal, have a few laughs but that is just it. Met some pretty interesting people along the way. Seriously looking forward to the middle of the year. Yes, i finally got my well deserve break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advertising industry in this country has somehow gone stagnant. Creatives are now dictated by the clients. This is because, well, it's their money and they think they should have a say in every creative work that is proposed to them. Whatever happened to ' Leave it to the Agency' mentality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I finally got myself my Macbook. Yes... very proud of it. Now the next thing to do is to get my own internet connection at home. Unfortunately I have to visit Starbucks just to get online. Thank God for cafe's with WI-FI. So manythings has happened but I guess all will be revealed in due time in my coming posts. Cannot tell everything all at once right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I shall leave now with some pictures of my Dubai trip early this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R959sNVSjNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cfY3SX4sCV8/s1600-h/Image%28433%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R959sNVSjNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cfY3SX4sCV8/s320/Image%28433%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178714819969322194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Knowledge City, Dubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R95-GtVSjOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WBXJaoCWOEE/s1600-h/Image%28452%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R95-GtVSjOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WBXJaoCWOEE/s320/Image%28452%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178715275235855586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;By The River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R95-rNVSjPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aaHc67tlofQ/s1600-h/Image%28476%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R95-rNVSjPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/aaHc67tlofQ/s320/Image%28476%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178715902301080818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Central Market Of Dubai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R95_GtVSjQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uWsBzRgDFQQ/s1600-h/Image%28470%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R95_GtVSjQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uWsBzRgDFQQ/s320/Image%28470%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178716374747483394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The World's Most Expensive Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R95_m9VSjRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GtxSD40dJcU/s1600-h/Image%28465%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R95_m9VSjRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GtxSD40dJcU/s320/Image%28465%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178716928798264594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By The Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-7242895939586920034?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/7242895939586920034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=7242895939586920034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/7242895939586920034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/7242895939586920034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/R96ActVSjSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AkP1ffDWevE/s72-c/51yklf1VkJL._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-7118413175603189412</id><published>2007-09-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:45:26.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1v1eZJgoI/AAAAAAAAADg/dET_HKKz164/s1600-h/51kMjHokVDL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1v1eZJgoI/AAAAAAAAADg/dET_HKKz164/s320/51kMjHokVDL._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106360516990304898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Still Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this album is an album you can listen over and over again. I bought this on Amazon and I guess this is so far the best CD purchase I have ever made. Unfortunately it is not available in the stores of Malaysia. I have been searching for it for a couple of weeks in some of the big stores in Kuala Lumpur and the sales people are like clueless at what I am asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyroads, the Merdeka Weekend was a good weekend of cycling. 3 days in a row cycling at 2 locations. I find myself now more confident at attacking obstacles and riding in narrow trails. Though sometimes i still have to get off the bike and push. Hey, it's only the third and fourth ride okay...Give me a break..cut me some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdeka day fell on a Friday, we decided to tackle the FRIM trail. They call it the dream trail and i can understand now why it is called that. The ride in was an easy cruise with double tracks and no obstacles in the middle, it made climbing a hill easier. As we get deeper, there is the entrance to the single track trail. This is where the fun starts. Lots of up hill and down hills with tree roots coming out from everywhere. It is by far the best man made trail I have ever ride on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1xwuZJgpI/AAAAAAAAADo/ar9_b-3hy5s/s1600-h/Image320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1xwuZJgpI/AAAAAAAAADo/ar9_b-3hy5s/s320/Image320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106362634409181842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Entrance To Dream Trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1yVOZJgqI/AAAAAAAAADw/KklzEm5QwBw/s1600-h/Image321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1yVOZJgqI/AAAAAAAAADw/KklzEm5QwBw/s320/Image321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106363261474407074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Some of Us Riders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1yy-ZJgrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sSRKP-woQuw/s1600-h/Image322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1yy-ZJgrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/sSRKP-woQuw/s320/Image322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106363772575515314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Entrance to Single Track Trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1zTOZJgsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4L0ATTRvuXY/s1600-h/Image324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1zTOZJgsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4L0ATTRvuXY/s320/Image324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106364326626296514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;An uphill trail with rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of riders now are slowly increasing. From a mere 3, we are now looking at 10. 3 or 4 more coming to join us soon. It is very exciting to see the number of riders growing each week. It gives me more 'semangat' and also look forward to weekends which is not that boring anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess all good things must come to an end somehow. Weekends are over and weekdays are back to turn our life upside down. I have been working like a dog for sometime already. Frankly speaking I really don't mind the long hours at work. It is some people who just screws everything up and give life the unnecessary stress it does not even deserve. I really need to go for another short break end of this month just to refill my energy and drive to performing at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this post is all about the rides during the weekend. I shall leave with more pictures from our 2nd, 3rd &amp; 4th riding sessions with the new members. We are planning to give ourselves a team name..Suggestions are welcomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt14wOZJgtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Vy29jcA2rdY/s1600-h/Image301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt14wOZJgtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Vy29jcA2rdY/s320/Image301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106370322400641746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entrance To 'Beginner Trail' at Kiara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt15xeZJguI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/V7G76nJMU5M/s1600-h/Image304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt15xeZJguI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/V7G76nJMU5M/s320/Image304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106371443387106018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taking a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt16SOZJgvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6fhIXHcF-OQ/s1600-h/Image305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt16SOZJgvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6fhIXHcF-OQ/s320/Image305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372006027821810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting ready for round 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt17H-ZJgwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HcmayoHqf0Q/s1600-h/Image316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt17H-ZJgwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HcmayoHqf0Q/s320/Image316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106372929445790466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoring Ourselves at FRIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt18DuZJgxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SsYiJ3jatUU/s1600-h/Image333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt18DuZJgxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SsYiJ3jatUU/s320/Image333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106373955942974226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Exit of the 'Dream Trail'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt18h-ZJgyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UiQLMvCVTKY/s1600-h/Image335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt18h-ZJgyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UiQLMvCVTKY/s320/Image335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106374475634017058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some of us on our 4th ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-7118413175603189412?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/7118413175603189412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=7118413175603189412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/7118413175603189412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/7118413175603189412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2007/09/merdeka-weekend.html' title='Merdeka Weekend'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rt1v1eZJgoI/AAAAAAAAADg/dET_HKKz164/s72-c/51kMjHokVDL._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-1021143888236520881</id><published>2007-08-28T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:08:37.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hectic Week Without The Bosses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/RtQo1eZJgnI/AAAAAAAAADY/8Xtle7YxTAg/s1600-h/51kMjHokVDL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/RtQo1eZJgnI/AAAAAAAAADY/8Xtle7YxTAg/s320/51kMjHokVDL._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103749176874336882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a start of a very very hectic week without the bosses around. They, are on their way for a so called holiday shoot in Manchester in which eventually is 45  minutes of ultimate stress, fast pace photography and a chance to meet a football celebrity. While we, the small kuchi-rats hold the fort. I'm not complaining about being left alone to hold the fort, but it always happens when a public holiday comes about. With the ammount of meetings coming up, quotation flooding every day, shoots at the very last minute with insane &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'deadlines'&lt;/span&gt; and trying to deliver final product on time and not screw up the entire shabang, I sometimes amaze myself how on earth I can still be here sitting in front of my PC writting this. Really..many of us really don't know how on earth we can be in this position. In the middle of the entire screw-up industry is where we stand. Sad but true. Well I guess this fwe days is all but complains complains...One way for me to let off the steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this post would be one of the shortest post I have ever written. All about letting off my steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-1021143888236520881?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/1021143888236520881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=1021143888236520881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/1021143888236520881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/1021143888236520881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2007/08/hectic-week-without-bosses.html' title='A Hectic Week Without The Bosses'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/RtQo1eZJgnI/AAAAAAAAADY/8Xtle7YxTAg/s72-c/51kMjHokVDL._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-6118638911189113965</id><published>2007-08-18T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:32:10.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/RsZjruZJgiI/AAAAAAAAACs/8de4FsjI2B8/s1600-h/667674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/RsZjruZJgiI/AAAAAAAAACs/8de4FsjI2B8/s320/667674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099873230882701858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A Girl Meets Bossanova 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This entire week has been really a slow week...&lt;/span&gt;All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was just sit around finish unfinished work from shoots of the previous weeks &amp; preparing for the coming shoots. Everyone in the office is also as busy, in fact even mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;re busier than me. I felt really not productive at all seeing myself with nothing much to do and the rest full of things to prepare. Nevertheless, I still have little little things to do which at least keeps me away from sleeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isn't it a bitch sometimes when you have already done all the planning for the coming week and then asked to move it to another just because mine is of less importance or income is not dat great. I really dislike being treated this way. I have to c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;all up the necessary people to suggest pushing the d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ate later and then cook up a cock &amp;amp; bull to cover up. It not only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; happen once but twice...now I am anticipating for a third. Worst it's first thing in the morning. What a way to 'brighten up' my suppose to be excellent morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, the latest craze in the entire office is futsal &amp; off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;road biking. Yeap, after so long of serving in this company, finally an interest in coming toge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ther to get away from the hustle &amp;amp; bustle of the pathetic world of advertising to just have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, relax and also get some work out for the body. It's fun seeing colleagues do their own magic on the pitch. Well we strive to make it a weekly affair but then sometimes it is impossible due to the stupidity of others whom we have to suck up to and please just because we have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The off road biking craze..I've always been a buff for cycling. I used to do road bikes and will always love road biking. The long distance, the spe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ed, the be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;auty of the bike design and also the insatiable need to upgrade bike parts is just something I love. Now a change of scenary, I have indulged myself into off road biking. A lot of techniques required, especially when you are comfronted with obstacles. So far we've already been to 2 rid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;es, merely searching for the perfect trail to go to every weekend. The first was just too much for us to take. It requires damn hell of a lot of skill and experience to ride through these insane terrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. On our second ride, we found a somewhat easier and fun trail and another which is not too bad though we sometimes have to get off our bikes to push. Looking forward to the next one. The craze i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s beginning to sip into the minds of some people and from 3 riders , we are now at 5. Come next month we are looking at 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/RsZorOZJgkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pg8xUvgLgrs/s1600-h/Image285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/RsZorOZJgkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pg8xUvgLgrs/s320/Image285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099878719850906178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Damn Uphill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/RsZpNOZJglI/AAAAAAAAADE/dZG1dAL9iX0/s1600-h/Image287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/RsZpNOZJglI/AAAAAAAAADE/dZG1dAL9iX0/s320/Image287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099879303966458450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Taking 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, being single again is something which I still am finding difficulty to adjust to. It has got it's good and not forgetting it's bad. Well I guess it has a lot to compromise. I have been doing a lot of catching up with friends over a cup of coffee or over dinner, though sometimes many are not free when I, most of the time am because they have to spend time with their loved ones or still working . I mean I spend a lot of my time at work, infact 2/3 of my day is at the office. I guess you can't expect everyone to be very free for you all the time. I guess I still consider myself lucky to have good friends around me who still gives me the support &amp; encouragement to carry on with my life. I was very close to giving up. Thank you very much. Thank you for spending your time listening to all my complaints, whims &amp;amp; fancies. Thank you for spending your late nights even though you had a rough day at work with me when I needed it. Thank you for replying sms'es at the wee hours of the night even though I know it's rude to do so even at 1 in the morning just to let you know how I felt at that point in time. You are all very very dear to me and will cherish your friendship till my very last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-6118638911189113965?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/6118638911189113965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=6118638911189113965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/6118638911189113965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/6118638911189113965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2007/08/updatesupdates.html' title='Updates...updates'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/RsZjruZJgiI/AAAAAAAAACs/8de4FsjI2B8/s72-c/667674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-5565255712776161237</id><published>2007-06-13T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:09:43.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Levi's 501 Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rm_O93eLfZI/AAAAAAAAABU/0G5SBJ0oupE/s1600-h/51GG5WTD6AL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rm_O93eLfZI/AAAAAAAAABU/0G5SBJ0oupE/s200/51GG5WTD6AL._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075502867327712658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Emmanuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Endless Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Few weeks ago, was visiting Levi's Online Website and I made myself my very own Canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rm_Pw3eLfaI/AAAAAAAAABc/lBkf9fILZe8/s1600-h/staytrue_wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rm_Pw3eLfaI/AAAAAAAAABc/lBkf9fILZe8/s400/staytrue_wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075503743501041058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-5565255712776161237?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/5565255712776161237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=5565255712776161237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/5565255712776161237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/5565255712776161237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-own-levis-501canvas.html' title='My Own Levi&apos;s 501 Canvas'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rm_O93eLfZI/AAAAAAAAABU/0G5SBJ0oupE/s72-c/51GG5WTD6AL._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-1921862239286817116</id><published>2007-05-30T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:38:27.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Frustrations &amp; Joys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1yWHFsmyI/AAAAAAAAABM/1OtW3uhhqLI/s1600-h/51ZXZW0XYBL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1yWHFsmyI/AAAAAAAAABM/1OtW3uhhqLI/s200/51ZXZW0XYBL._AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070334479674678050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith Urban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days Go By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinatingly I find that I love kids. I love having them around me. I love carrying them and making them smile. It is hard to get a kid who barely knows you to smile or even laugh at your lame jokes. It makes me happy getting children to be happy smiling and laughing. Maybe I should open a kindi. Somehow when I am around them I feel at peace. Could be their innocense and how curious they are at life or things around them. They would ask you the silliest or the most frustrating questions and you would reply them with a big smile. Funny how does that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back we had this shoot which involved kids. Now I love working with kids..be it whether they are 1 year old or 12,  I just love working with kids. Working with kids somehow made my day joyful. Even though, well, kids being kids, they can be a real tyrant sometimes. This time the whole entire shoot was lucky enough to have 5 great kids. Imagine waking up at 3 to get to where I work, then spend another 2 hours on the road to get to Sekinchan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1nnXFsmqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LFeiOB4BXtM/s1600-h/20052007056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1nnXFsmqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LFeiOB4BXtM/s320/20052007056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070322681399515810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;A shot taken from my Nokia N80 Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting make up done. Yes including the boys. And being a boy once ( maybe I still am ), there always the 'urghh' feeling when it comes to make-up. Nevertheless these boys are "MAN" enough to just listen to instructions and sit down and get it done with..without giving any fuss. Then we started shooting....hours n hours went by, many variations were shot and we were done at noon. Mind you it was really a hot sunny day and I was wearing my shades. The kids well, were all attentive and listening to every instructions given. They followed...without any complaints...Despite the hot weather, we were happy. The kids were smilling. Guess its really encouraging to see kids who are less able than us adults, to have strong perseverance and good attitude. Like they say, kids can be really good examples to adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after lunch we head back to the office for a little siesta...well an hour is a lot okie. The off we go to Port Dickson, another 2 hour drive. While waiting for the correct shoot time, we had a drink at the nearby "warong". There was this cat sleeping underneath my chair and it reminded me of 2 I had and lost due to some nasty situations. No!!! they did not get run over by a truck. It was really a sad phase in my life. I took a pic of it sleeping peacefully underneath me. Not caring about the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1pnXFsmrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIQhmLUOZrA/s1600-h/20052007064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1pnXFsmrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIQhmLUOZrA/s320/20052007064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070324880422771378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Peaceful Slumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1rhXFsmtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jkUv8QyqCWk/s1600-h/20052007070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1rhXFsmtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jkUv8QyqCWk/s320/20052007070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070326976366811858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Waking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time. We picked up our stuff and head on to the beach. I was like smilling really big merely because I love the sea, sand &amp; sun. So its like "cool! I gonna get a tan at the beach". After setting up and all, camera was rolling and trust me, getting a bunch of 6 to 10 year olds to be at their position and doing the act while the tide rises every minute is not fun. There was a lot of shouting, a lot of frustration at times ( not the bad kind ) but we got the shot alright. While I quietly at the belakang took some pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1ryHFsmuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VMNsYqdQl8M/s1600-h/20052007073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1ryHFsmuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VMNsYqdQl8M/s320/20052007073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070327264129620706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Okay Guys, Here is The Plan... We.. RUN LIKE NEVER RUN BEFORE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1rJnFsmsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gpEMKUMQE9Q/s1600-h/20052007075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1rJnFsmsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gpEMKUMQE9Q/s320/20052007075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070326568344918722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;                                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset on that day was beautiful. For the first time in many many donkey years, I manage to catch a very very beautiful sunset at the beach. Well simply because I did not have any choice but to wait there for everyone to pack up. So I happily took my camera and snap away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1snHFsmvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oElGYO93EZs/s1600-h/20052007083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1snHFsmvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/oElGYO93EZs/s320/20052007083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070328174662687474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1s1HFsmwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DX4eGfsSFPk/s1600-h/20052007088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1s1HFsmwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DX4eGfsSFPk/s320/20052007088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070328415180856066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A good way to end a very very hectic Sunday. Although this particular shoot is driving me up the wall with the short time given for preparation, I feel very very happy. There is so much joy in my hear t on the journey back to Kuala Lumpur. Tired the body and mind is but my heart was smilling. It was encouraged and these kids has taught me if they, the kids can do it, why can't we adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is dedicated to the 5, 6 - 10 year old heroes &amp;amp; heroines who has opened up my eyes towards life and work as well. I can't wait to work with them in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-1921862239286817116?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/1921862239286817116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=1921862239286817116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/1921862239286817116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/1921862239286817116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2007/05/frustrations-joys.html' title='Frustrations &amp; Joys'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/Rl1yWHFsmyI/AAAAAAAAABM/1OtW3uhhqLI/s72-c/51ZXZW0XYBL._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-1420530895560652389</id><published>2007-05-30T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T18:50:35.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Visual DNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-37B19502.jpeg&amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-630463AC.jpeg&amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-2B750FCD.jpeg&amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6EAA4FA9.jpeg&amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7ED3E231.jpeg&amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_3124B621.jpeg&amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_368EAF3E.jpeg&amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4DC575A6.jpeg&amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_791C6076.jpeg&amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=WILD CAT&amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=380491-788c&amp;srv=iwebhd6" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=380491-788c&amp;srv=iwebhd6" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://imagini.net/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-1420530895560652389?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/1420530895560652389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=1420530895560652389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/1420530895560652389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/1420530895560652389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-visual-dna.html' title='My Visual DNA'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-524456444681210268</id><published>2007-04-02T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:26:25.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another week</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I do not need to work on a Saturday, out of the sudden last minute work has to pop up in front my door step and spoil my weekend. Nevermind, that did not stop me from playing some  card games with friends all night long and when I say all night long, literally, all night long. Then straight off to work. Thank God, it did not take too long. It was fun to be controlling some 25 odd people, telling them to do this and do that. To be have people waiting for me to say "Go" can be quite fun. Anyway, what is a good shoot when there is no fun in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was quiet. Was feeling too lazy to practically do anything ( as usual ). Met up with some friends for late late lunch and the usual chit chatting catching up on each other. Thought I could do some exercise, but unfortunately there wasn't any football match so it was just lazing around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really need to beautify the house. I find it so bare at the moment. Heck I don't even have curtains for my sliding door. Am thinking of getting lots of floor lamps to make the whole place a little dim. With the down lights on the ceiling is just too bright. Have to do some planning to get the stuff. Next is to get a laptop and internet access and then a bicycle to keep my self in shape... Jeez too many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I am getting to do things I want to do without ever thinking of how others will react. For instance, I can go futsal anytime without having to worry whether I will get into an argument. Going out for a drink with some close friends is something I've been doing quite often nowadays. It was difficult to meet up with them before. I even have the opportunity to meet new people through some interesting board games which I must admit can be very very addictive. Well it's all in the name of fun. I can clean the house as and when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can never have everything your way. it's either one or the other. The most is compromise, accept and live with it no matter how bad it is. So moving out and living alone has got it's good and not to forget it's bad. I am sure many will know how it feels like. Well I am giving another week or so to know the outcome of my life. Apart of me wants to care, but the other part does not. I hate having this 50-50 feelings. It makes life a bit more complicating doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is so many things happening at the same time. Now all I need is to take things one at a time, regain all that is loss of me. I do hope I do not take too long a time. Thank God I have family &amp;amp; friends. Shall be dedicating them on another post somewhere in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-524456444681210268?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/524456444681210268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=524456444681210268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/524456444681210268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/524456444681210268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-another-week.html' title='Just another week'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-115865402473814248</id><published>2006-09-19T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:20:24.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Disorder Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jo's 101.8 MyFM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 78%;"&gt;Various Artiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Disorder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Paranoid  &lt;/span&gt;                       : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Schizoid  &lt;/span&gt;                         : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Schizotypal                     : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Antisocial                        : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Borderline                       : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Histrionic                        : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Narcissistic                     : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Avoidant                         : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dependent                      : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Very High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why on earth did i ever take this bloody test...JEEZZ...I guess out of pure boredom at work for the whole week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-115865402473814248?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/115865402473814248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=115865402473814248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/115865402473814248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/115865402473814248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/09/personality-disorder-test.html' title='Personality Disorder Test'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-115433852205129829</id><published>2006-07-31T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:57:57.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Days To Be 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mel's Favourites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Various Artiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Word Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Physical or mental effort or activity directed toward the production or accomplishment of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last posted. Well I can always blame it on dear old work. Work is soemthing everyone has got to do. A means for us to survive. When you accomplished something you get rewards. When you get rewards, you live. So there you go, a cycle inevitable to everyone who lives and breaths the air in our planet. Enough about work. Bah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to be joined in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ly M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;atr&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ny&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ve-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;My-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt;. It really is exciting to be one. I've been looking forward to that day. I have this happy feeling today in my heart which makes me look like a kid. Walking up and down the stairs humming happy happy songs. Nothing and I mean nothing will spoil my day today no matter how bad it gets. why can't everyday be a day of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ly M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;atr&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ny?&lt;/span&gt; Then there would be happy faces and happy feelings in everybody's hearts. Help Me!!! I can't stop this feeling. Matter of Fact....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;DON&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;'T H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ELP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...There are ups and downs that we went through together but it is all worth it. It is something which I've learned and grew (or rather still growing) to be a better person, a better man, a better lover, a better husband, a better friend to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ve-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;My-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt;. Though it's just registration first, ceremony later but it is still The Day to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while ago, we were on the search for the perfect pair of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;dd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;g Ban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ds&lt;/span&gt;. We looked high and low for it but somehow all the nice ones are just too $$$$. My heart sank when I told &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ve-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;My-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt; that I really cannot afford. Tears nearly stream down my cheeks to see the disappointment in her eyes. I nearly cried whenever I see her looking at the diamond platinums and knowing that I cannot make her happy by getting that for her. Mistake done, lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also now in the midst of planning the ceremony. We wanna do something different, something affordable but still stylish. I am cracking my head at nights thinking of a theme, thinking of what to do, thinking of the procedures. Now I really need help. So you experienced people out there, if you have any ideas or suggestions, my mind is still open for some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-115433852205129829?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/115433852205129829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=115433852205129829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/115433852205129829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/115433852205129829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/07/2-more-days-to-be-1.html' title='2 More Days To Be 1'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-114984940891493452</id><published>2006-06-09T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T18:36:48.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Older</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/album_alex1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/album_alex1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Alexandria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;by Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be the day I celebrate my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;28th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. To be frank, it feels like any other day. Somehow as we grow older, the joys of birthdays seems to fade. I always look forward to my birthday every year. The presents, the food, the friends and the off days I used to take. Now, it has become just like any other day. Then again I should be even more thankful, that I could live another year with my family, good health, stable monthly income, friends old and new who still remembers my birthday. Sometimes I suppose we have to give and take as we grow older on our birthdays. It's not about the presents nor the fancy food, I guess now it's more about the joys and the company that I have with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;ve-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;My-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt;, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I only have one or 2 naughty wish. I wish I that I have a tree behind my house, unlimited growth of lots and lots of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;100 Ringgit&lt;/span&gt; notes. I also wish all my wishlist would be real. Well since I am on the wishing mood, I also wish I could meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;rry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ry &lt;/span&gt;and also stay with him for a week. Hmmm...I guess that is too much to wish for but heck..It's my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this year has been quite good to me. Even though I had a rough start, as it goes along, it gets better and better each day. I am happy at work, I am getting married soon and...and....this years &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;FI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;FA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;rl&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; Opening ceremony  falls on the same day as my birthday. I mean how often does that happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a month of late nights for me as I engross myself to the tele watching the games and the skills that each player produces. It could be a dangerous month for many of us men as there will be tendency to neglect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ryt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;g e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;lse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a month of craving for this insane fever call football or soccer . Nevertheless, it is only once in every four years. I am sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ryt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;g e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;lse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can just close an eye and ignore us men this whole month before reality kicks in again. Cheers to this month long event of non-stop footballing action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-114984940891493452?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/114984940891493452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=114984940891493452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114984940891493452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114984940891493452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-year-older.html' title='Another Year Older'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-114794577659564452</id><published>2006-05-18T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:42:38.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B000DN6ZGC.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V51589025_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B000DN6ZGC.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V51589025_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;By Corinne Bailey Rae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Word Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Marriage&lt;/span&gt; - The state of being a married couple voluntarily joined for life (or until divorce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Digital Imaging Artist &lt;/span&gt;- A person who enhances and perfects an image by using many elements / images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that I will be leaving home to be independant. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ve-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt; has finally got a job near where I am working. The company she is in is actually the sister company of the company I work for. Finally, she is doing what she does best. Though there is still so much room for her to improve and explore. My only wish and hope for her, is that she will be able to grasp the skills and the magic of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Digi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;tal I&lt;/span&gt;mag&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;ing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;ist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and be one hell of an artist. She started her working life as a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Digi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;tal I&lt;/span&gt;mag&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;ing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;ist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and moved on to doing designing. Somehow, being an artisan on the computer is something she grew to love and it just doesn't leave her. She is one of those whom I really respect. Someone who knows nothing, who was left alone to learn and make mistakes and somehow perfected the skill, which kept me in awe till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now stay far from our workplace. So we finally decided to rent a place together. A place we can call our home. A home which we intend to furnish it with &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;K&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; products. We have always wanted o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/0012_insp_au_370x250.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/0012_insp_au_370x250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ur home to look contemporary, modern, colourful and yet cost effective. Now, we finally got one. Slowly but surely the empty spaces will be filled with colours, modernity and not forgetting happiness. I really can't wait to move to the home. I am anxious to see how it will turn out to be. The patience in me grows thinner by the day, waiting each day to go to &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;K&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; and purchase our prioritised items. Yes, not forgetting the tele and ASTRO. For all of your information, WORLD CUP is just around the corner and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ve-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt; cannot live without her favourite tele series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of being committed to each other for the rest of our l&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/The_Malay_Wedding_VII_by_melwhy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/The_Malay_Wedding_VII_by_melwhy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ives has long been lingering in our heads. Finally and unofficially I asked for her hand in marriage. She gave me a comforting smile and agreed. In my heart, I was exploding with joy. I still feel the excitement and everyday it gets bigger and bigger. Everyday I look forward to going down on bended knees to slide in the Ring to her finger, to hear the wedding bells, to be addressed as Mr. and Mrs. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;n&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;g O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;f T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(teeheehee), to wake up next to her every morning, to tell her &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;ov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'s"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to go through ups and downs together and most important to support each other all the way till death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hope is that both our families will give us the support and also share the same joy that we have in the hearts of both &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ve-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt; and mine. I guess it take a lot of getting use to, to live with each other everyday of our lives. It will take a lot of effort, commitment and readiness to live our lives together as a married couple in the future. To you &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ve-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,153,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt;, I love you very much, no matter what happens, my love for you will never end and will live on for many many generations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-114794577659564452?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/114794577659564452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=114794577659564452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114794577659564452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114794577659564452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/05/living-together.html' title='Living Together'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-114628172888991204</id><published>2006-04-29T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T02:00:53.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B00006IT5A.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B00006IT5A.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;by Tommy Emmanuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ffff33;" &gt;Word Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;To bring up to date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I was out with a bunch of friends for a drink at the usual local midnight eatery &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;( not that it is exquisite)&lt;/span&gt;, we were chatting and chatting, catching up with each other on the latest. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The BA-eee&lt;/span&gt; and me were discussing on million dollar ideas and how about we are to make it happen and stuff like that. I notice of late whenever I am out with him, we talk nothing but making tons and tons of money. I don't have much to complain since most of the ideas came from me and he, just makes use of the idea for the both of us to strike our million. We are currently looking into doing up some events &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;(of course details are not to be disclose)&lt;/span&gt;. I realise that sometimes in order to make things happen, now a days its not about what you know or what you can do. It is about who you know. It means that sometimes we have to suck up to a certain people to get what we want. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;J&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. I guess life nowadays is like that and we the simpletons don't have much of a choice but to live with it in order to succeed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/xdaIImini_info_pic.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/xdaIImini_info_pic.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after talking a bit more about the million dollar ideas, I asked &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The BA-eee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;(being an IT savvy bloke)&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pocket PC&lt;/span&gt;. I have been eyeing on this particular baby for a few months already. Heard and read some good reviews about it but the only thing that is keeping me from getting this piece of work is the money. I am seriously in need of a hefty donation from anywhere. So when i was just about to put my mind set on this baby suddenly&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decided to launch this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/XdaAtom_info_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/XdaAtom_info_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The same as the earlier one except for a few enhancements on some features like WI-FI, 2 Mega-pixel camera, faster memory and better interface and it is black. Now my target of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pocket Pc&lt;/span&gt; has diverted to this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine asked me whether I wanted to collaborate with him to perform a 2 piece acoustic band performance. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;W&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never in my life anyone has asked me to perform acoustic session in public. It is like a dream come true. Not that its any big hoo haa concert, but it still an honour for me to be asked to do this kind of collaboration. The fact that I am invited to play some music and sing again is just simply too breath taking for me. I must admit that I am very very rusty in my guitar playing, but what the heck, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity for me and I am not gonna let this go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon me and some mates are gonna be competing in an indoor soccer league. We have had our weekly friendlies but then again I suppose that isn't gonna help much. I still find the teamwork and team spirit missing and it is really frustrating to see teammates not being able to understand your moves and all. I must admit that sometimes I do blow my top off sometimes on them. Forgive me please. I believe that we will be competing agaisnt better teams who has been playing together for a long long time. New challenges will come and with these challenges, I hope to be able to improve my &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;M&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in ball handling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been pretty hectic lately. Amidst all of these chaotic disruptions, I somehow have these feeling of joy in my heart. I must admit that sometimes I do get strayed away by the worries I have to perform and I am lucky enough to have good colleagues lending me a piece of their ear and a bit of their shoulders. It is rather encouraging to find colleagues like these. My highest salutes to them. I am still a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;b&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the industry, I still have a long way to go, a lot more to learn and with little time to achieve my goals. I am hungry to learn, I am eager to achieve and I want to shine. Where do I start? How will I do it? What else can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-114628172888991204?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/114628172888991204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=114628172888991204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114628172888991204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114628172888991204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/04/update-update.html' title='Update Update'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-114494384423858910</id><published>2006-04-13T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:36:17.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself And I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/album05_01.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/album05_01.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Soul Power Live In Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;By David Tao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This has got to be the second time I'm doing this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Ding Dong Of The East, Poffymoth&lt;br /&gt;B-day: 9th June&lt;br /&gt;Age: 28&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Male&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: In The Land Of The East&lt;br /&gt;Pets: Mix Breed Of Golden Retriever &amp; Labrador&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty Hand, Lefty Foot&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Hair length: Really Short&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Black&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5 feet 6 Inchos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear contacts or glasses?: Always on glasses except when sleeping and footballing&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings?: none what so ever&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tattoo?: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear any rings?: 3 and more to come&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a certain fashion you follow?: Smart Casual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Current News...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How are you today?: Pretty Screwed Up&lt;br /&gt;What pants are you wearing right now?: Shorts Black&lt;br /&gt;What shirt are you wearing right now?: Some tee with the word Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;What does your hair look like at the moment?: Short&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to right now? : David Tao - Soul Power Live In Hong Kong&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000000PH6/202-5959593-9387861"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?: Yam with Mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to on the phone? : Shamsher&lt;a href="http://milfunkedup.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Dream you can remember: Now when was my last dream.....hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Who are you talking to right now?: Jakun Pixie With Panadol Immunity From Disco Town&lt;br /&gt;What are the last four digits of your phone number?: 2917&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Random Stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you were a crayon, what color would you want to be?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What CD are you going to buy next?: G3 : Live In Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;What's the best advice ever given to you?: Sex is good in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;What are your future goals?: Damn good person to talk cock with&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to dance?: Depending on mood and situations&lt;br /&gt;Worst sickness you ever had?: Sick in the head&lt;br /&gt;What's the stupidest thing you've ever done?: Driving aimlessly to no where&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?: My absent minded brain&lt;br /&gt;Where do you shop the most?: Nike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Even more random stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How many kids do you want to have?: 2 is a good figure&lt;br /&gt;Son's name: !Xumbile&lt;br /&gt;Daughter's name: Now that is a tough one&lt;br /&gt;Do you do drugs?: Not at all&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink?: Socially&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use?: I would say Various Artist&lt;br /&gt;What sport do you hate the most?: Wrestling, the kind they show on TV&lt;br /&gt;How many TV's do you have in your house?: Two&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own?: No&lt;br /&gt;Your own phone line?: 2 for work and another for fun&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?: Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken/sprained/fractured a bone?: Nothing broken but experiencing week shin bones and Archilles Tendon&lt;br /&gt;Who do you dream about?: Now when was the last time I dreamt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Are you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Romantic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Love?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush?: Not anymore&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Love at first sight?: Would love to&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to go on your honeymoon?: Mauritius, Maldives&lt;br /&gt;What song do you want played at your wedding?: We Are The Champions&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?: Her Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Are you shy to ask someone out?: Nah&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with?: That special someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Girls on Guys (Girls only, unless you're gay or something.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxers or briefs:&lt;br /&gt;Curly or straight hair:&lt;br /&gt;Tall or short:&lt;br /&gt;Six pack or muscular arms:&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad guys:&lt;br /&gt;Ears pierced or not:&lt;br /&gt;Tan or no tan:&lt;br /&gt;Dimples or not:&lt;br /&gt;Stubble or neatly shaven:&lt;br /&gt;Rugged or sporty:&lt;br /&gt;Studly or cutie:&lt;br /&gt;Accent or not:&lt;br /&gt;Smart or dumb:&lt;br /&gt;What sports should he play?: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dependent (whipped) or independent?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Guys on Girls (Guys only, unless you like to fondle tofu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandals or thongs: Thongs&lt;br /&gt;Painted nails or not: It doesn't matter. Both ways still beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Regular or sports bra: Regular&lt;br /&gt;Bra straps showing or not: Showing&lt;br /&gt;Cute n' mysterious or wild n' sexy: Can I have the both in one?&lt;br /&gt;smart or dumb: Smart&lt;br /&gt;Dark or blonde hair: Dark&lt;br /&gt;Long or short hair: Either one still looks good&lt;br /&gt;Curly or straight hair: Straight&lt;br /&gt;Dark, light, or crazy cool eyes: Crazy cool eyes&lt;br /&gt;Long or short nails: Short. Painful when scratched&lt;br /&gt;Hat or no hat: no hat&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad girl: I want both in one&lt;br /&gt;Hair up or down: Either&lt;br /&gt;Jewellery or none: Not excessive&lt;br /&gt;Tall or short: Either&lt;br /&gt;Accent or no accent: Doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Pants or dress: Preferbably dress&lt;br /&gt;Tan or fair: Tan&lt;br /&gt;Freckles or none: None&lt;br /&gt;Shy or outgoing: Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;Talkative or quiet: Talkative&lt;br /&gt;Pretty indoor chick or crazy party chick: I want the both in one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Choices, choices...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lights on/off: Always off&lt;br /&gt;Sun or rain?: Sun for a tan and a good evening of footie&lt;br /&gt;Do you like scary or happy movies better?: I like happy movies&lt;br /&gt;On the phone or in person?: In person&lt;br /&gt;Paper or plastic?: Paper&lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter?: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses?: Hugs are assurance&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or white milk: Both&lt;br /&gt;Half empty or half full?: It doesn't make any difference&lt;br /&gt;CD or DVD: DVD&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla or Chocolate?: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Skiing or Boarding: None&lt;br /&gt;Day or night: Day and night&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or sunrise: They are the best times if the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Favourites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colours: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: All sorts&lt;br /&gt;Fast Food: Burger King &amp; Domino's&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cream Flavor: Rum &amp;amp; Raisin's&lt;br /&gt;Sport?: Football&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Cat&lt;br /&gt;Music?: Macam-macam pun ada&lt;br /&gt;Song: No Woman, No Cry - Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;Band: None&lt;br /&gt;Actor or Actress?: Clive Owen&lt;br /&gt;TV show: Reality Shows&lt;br /&gt;Clothes Brand: Nike, Levi's , TopMan and whatever makes me look stunning&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Confess thy sins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gotten Drunk?: Long long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Broke the law?: Who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;Ran from the cops?: Once&lt;br /&gt;Tried to kill yourself?: Yeah, but I chickened out&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw up?: When drunk or having a really bad cough with full stomach&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?: Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Did/Said something to hurt someone?: Always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-114494384423858910?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/114494384423858910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=114494384423858910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114494384423858910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114494384423858910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myself And I'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-114425174345926171</id><published>2006-04-05T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:42:23.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perks Of A Beach Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B00008NG5V.01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B00008NG5V.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On And On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Jack Johnson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...another of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack Johnson's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; creative and somewhat easy listening surfer music. If anytime you feel the need to imagine yourself at the beach. This guy is of great help. Salutes to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jack Johnson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good friend hanging out with me at the office a few days ago..well more of a client during working hours...anyways...Me as the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PR&lt;/span&gt; guy in the office was entertaining him (no..not giving him a circus act, juggling balls and all) and we were somehow talking bout the sun and the sea. Which lead him to telling me about his trip to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Perhentian Island&lt;/span&gt; and chatting up with beach bums over there. Many interesting stories were told by them about them travelling around the world, the hot pretty ladies they meet and their monsoon experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to think of it, I was thinking how could a beach bum in an exotic island could afford to travel all over the world. Working in a place where half the year it's raining ballocks with the wind whistling strong and the other half it's all hot and sunny. It turns out that these guys made their money from tourists visiting their island who are ardent divers and holiday makers. Still it was something which I yet to swallow and digest. It was then brought to my knowledge that these guys actually have no commitments unlike our stressful city lifestyle. Theirs is a life where everything moves slow at their own pace, no commitments (i.e : bills, family etc) they do not even have to own a car therefore there has never been a traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking a little bit more, I thought to myself.. wouldn't it be really cool if city people like me could have a life like theirs and still earn the many buckaroos, enjoy life and travel all over the world. A rough idea of how much they can earn? Well let's just say they can afford to come to the city and buy 2 bottles of whiskey every night for 3 to 4 months. That's how much they can earn in 6 months of sun shinny days. I envy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us may think they will never have a future in the crazy world we always label as the working world. In actual fact, they are the more successful people comparing to you and me. Looking at it, they have a good strong loving family and community. They do not have commitments like utilities or credit cards. They have a certain amount of acres of land inherited which they don't even have to fork out a single cent and they earn a substancial ammount of &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bling blings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for them to live luxuriously. Talk about taking life easy when we reach retirement. These blokes have been taking it easy all their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was suggesting with my good friend, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Why don't we just leave our jobs bring our girlfriends and set up a business together there incorporating photography with design?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The idea is there, the money is waiting for us and it will last us 3 lifetimes. The unfortunate thing is...how are we gonna hoax the locals to sell us a small piece of land to make our millions. Many more discouraging questions keeps popping up during the conversation which lead us to let go our reality..not a dream...reality of making millions of bling blings.. I suppose city people will forever be city people. Enlightenings anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-114425174345926171?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/114425174345926171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=114425174345926171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114425174345926171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114425174345926171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/04/perks-of-beach-boy.html' title='Perks Of A Beach Boy'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-114325815534596931</id><published>2006-03-25T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:46:46.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak (about unimportant matters) Rapidly and Incessantly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B000CR8QRU.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B000CR8QRU.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Currently Watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Comedy Now! Starring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;by Russell Peters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Word Of The Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Blab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;- speak (about unimportant matters) rapidly and incessantly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand Up Comedy is one of those that never ceases to amuse me even when I am down with some dilemma, flu, stress or everything that brings me down. 2 of my favourites are &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,51,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Russell Peters&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Chris Rock&lt;/span&gt;. Funny and vulgar as they may seem to be, but the topics they bring up to poke fun at makes sense. You should download and hear them joke about Jamaican's President Bush, Gay Punjabis, Chinese Men, The War, Michael Jackson, Black Rappers stuff like that. Very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Saturday and the whole office is so quiet. It's has been already 3 weeks working here and this has got to be the first time the whole office is the very ghost town....Evryone has gone for.... blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab blab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.... you may be asking ..&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"why the so many 'Blabs'..??!!"&lt;/span&gt; well... to be frank with you I really don't know but whatever you perceive it to be, I sure as hell would love to hear it from you...Hahaha....It's a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;SAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;URD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;AY P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;EOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;LE!!&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what the hell you think I am suppose to do when it's a ghost town in here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-114325815534596931?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/114325815534596931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=114325815534596931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114325815534596931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114325815534596931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/03/speak-about-unimportant-matters.html' title='Speak (about unimportant matters) Rapidly and Incessantly'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-114292644759601909</id><published>2006-03-21T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:49:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futsal With The Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B0007GAEVW.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/B0007GAEVW.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;In Between Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;by Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Word Of The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Laughter&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;To express certain emotions, especially mirth or delight, by a series of spontaneous, usually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;unarticulated sounds often accompanied by corresponding facial and bodily movements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was listening to this album, I find myself day dreaming a little. Somehow, Jack Johnson creates songs for listeners to day dream and it can go on and on and on. I like his &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;'surfer stylized music'&lt;/span&gt;. Makes me day dream about the sea and the sun. Makes me think back of my Balinese escapade. I wish everyday was like that. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, it was not the usual futsal friendly I go to every week without fail to shave off my flabs . It was a night of practise for the ladies of the certain company I play for. Preparing themselves for the big game coming ahead against their sister company. I can see enthusiasm in them, though, only 4 turn up out of the 14 or so ladies that signed up. Even with 4, it was really encouraging and breath taking to see them work hard to get their basic skills right. Not perfect but right. I had the liberty of assisting one of them. I must say it was the most simplest practise sessions I had ever give but it is certainly one that is satisfying. It is satisfying to see her eagerly wanting to learn and work hard to get the passes right. I felt really proud of her. In the span of one and a half hours, she transformed herself from a timid lady futsal player, to a natural goal scorer, tough and gutsy. Then I noticed that all 4 of them had this connection on the pitch somehow. Sometimes, people say that women are faster learners than men. After watching these 4 lovely ladies I begin to think so too. Though first timers on the pitch, nothing magical to be expected from them, but sheer determination and will power helped them improved their basic skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a night of fun and laughter for the boys on the pitch. We monkeyed around as usual like baboons running loose in the city. I cannot remember when was the last time I laughed so much while playing football or futsal. It's satisfying sometimes to laugh your way through a game. I used to play football with these bunch of guys at home. The moment we stepped on the field, there was non-stop laughter. We laughed at everything. we laughed while dribbling the ball, shooting a goal, falling on each other by accident, got knocked on the face by accident. Once, me and mate playing badminton, inter-class competition. I remembered we laughed non-stop at every game we played. We laughed so much the opponents got annoyed and lost their concentration which lead to us winning the games and the competition. Friends called us &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;"Pasangan Gila Babi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but our naiveness made us immune to remarks like those though they were entertained by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose laughter really makes the world go round. Laughter is the best medicine to all problems. We should try in one point of time in our mundane lives to laugh profusely with another person. I really believe now that laughing helps not only our outer-self but also our inner-being. Imagine a day, a specific day everyone could just laugh, smile, whatever and not put on those long banana face we normally and naturally inherit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-114292644759601909?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/114292644759601909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=114292644759601909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114292644759601909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114292644759601909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/03/futsal-with-ladies.html' title='Futsal With The Ladies'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-114198417176515585</id><published>2006-03-10T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:50:28.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fortnight Passed By and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B0006SSRHE.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B0006SSRHE.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Relight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)font-size:78%;" &gt;by Ananda Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been three weeks since I last blog. I got a reader kept asking me 'When are you ever gonna update your blog?'. Sorry lar...just that I can't seem to find time to write spectacularly this whole week. So here I am, finally, got a chance to sit down and actually write. Forgive me please if I've kept you waiting ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day at a new workplace is always the most boring day in everybody's career. Not only the superiors are not able to give some responsibilites to you but you are to sit somewhere in the office waiting for the time to pass by. This happened to me, my first day went like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/Ut#100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/Ut%23100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got in early, first day impression kinda thing, sat at the lounge area for like an hour. After an hour or two, I was formally introduced to the staff. Well most of them I knew, because i worked with this company before. So the senior staff are not new to me but most of the assistants (normally we call them &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;"The Boys"&lt;/span&gt; picture on the left) are new. They have not prepared my working space yet. Well can't blame them anyway, advertising..blame it on advertising. So I was just walking around getting to know everyone and catching up with the senior staff. So after a brief discussion with &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"The Old Man"&lt;/span&gt; (my boss) and "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tai Ka Cher"&lt;/span&gt; (my superior) about my role in the company, my job responsiblities and a few projects handed to me, again I am back to square one, doing nothing but sitting around waiting for time to go home.Oh yes, in between I decided to study the portfolio as my job requires me to sell them during my visits to client's office. So thats it, my first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally managed to get me a place. All my life I never had a room of my own to work in. At last I got one, so I thought 'Hey cool!! My own room.' bu to my dismay the room is totally bare. Empty, nothing, zilch. No carpets, no cupboards, no sofas, no curtains. Just a table and a fone. So slowly i went searching for stuff like a PC and a chair. Took me half a day just to have a proper table with a proper PC to work with. The lucky thing is I have air-conditioning in my room. So finally I got my pc, turned it on and to my disgust, it's a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pentium !!!&lt;/span&gt; with 300 plus Memory Ram and...AND....the blardie comp is running on &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;WINDOWS 98&lt;/span&gt;...yes... &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;WINDOWS 98&lt;/span&gt;. It's got all the necessary devices and hardwares but no speakers. Imagine how bored I was without music for a whole 3 days. I was relying on my faithful &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255)"&gt;Motorola E398&lt;/span&gt; for some music. Thank God for Music Fones. Finally got one of &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;"The Boys"&lt;/span&gt; to find a pair of working speakers, downloaded my MP3 collection into the comp and voila!! boredom gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get to attend my first shoot. the only setback is that I have to get to the office at 4.30am, but all is good as I am already used to working this early in the morning. Travelled all the way to a padi farm in Sekinchang with a lousy driver who doesn't even know how to get there. Jeez I could not sleep all the way there just to direct him. It felt really weird while shooting. It's because I am so used to be part of the Shooting Crew. The idea of standing there watching everyone do their work and PRing with the client, just makes me feel really awkward. I guess it's time for me to get used to the idea of me not having to do any of those "hard labour". Though sometimes old habit just doesn't go away, somehow I still find myself helping out the photographer with directing the 'talents' and sometimes just adjusting the light. Gosh I am gonna miss all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/975U9960ok6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/975U9960ok6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there you go, the first week of my new job.Has got it's interesting and boring hours.I leave you now with an image of how the exterior of the office though it has never changed the day I left the company 3 years ago until now. Do not fret..there will more stories to come in the near future. Just hold your horses....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-114198417176515585?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/114198417176515585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=114198417176515585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114198417176515585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114198417176515585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/03/fortnight-passed-by-and.html' title='A Fortnight Passed By and...'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-114083937746944424</id><published>2006-02-25T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:49:37.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 More Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B000B5IORA.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B000B5IORA.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A Night At The Mayan Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;by Rock Star INXS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4 more &lt;/span&gt;days to go before I start working for new company. Somehow I have this very sad feeling leaving this company. Its saddens me to leave a great boss with some good colleagues..really it does...but it is so unfortunate that the management screwed up an exciting company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I just received an sms from the person over the other side saying that my appointment letter is ready for pick up. I am excited, happy and nervous at the same time. Even though I used to work for this company before, but the feelings still lingers in my heart. Come March 1st, I am officially taking a break from being a professional photographer for the time being and explore into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Public Relations cum Producer&lt;/span&gt; but I am still in the commercial photography industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Kid Chan&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;www.kidchan.com&lt;/span&gt;). I sent him my resume a while ago but he did not reply so I figured that he is not interested. Then he had to call yesterday after I have confirmed my job with the new company. Why? I asked myself why...did he take a long time to call me. If only he would have called me earlier, I would have joined him to be a hell of wedding photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well...I guess the next 3 months will reveal whether I am cut out to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PR&lt;/span&gt; person or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-114083937746944424?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/114083937746944424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=114083937746944424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114083937746944424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114083937746944424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/02/4-more-days.html' title='4 More Days'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-114041780138406373</id><published>2006-02-20T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:53:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B00004SYOP.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B00004SYOP.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Time After Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;by Eva Cassidy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Word Of The Day :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Diddly&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A small or worthless amount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have problems sleeping at night and it has been going on for three weeks already. Until today I still do not know why. I try to go to sleep by not thinking of anything but somehow that failed. I tried counting sheeps...yeah an age old remedy to get a good nights rest by force, still that also did not work. I tried jogging at night in hope that I will tire myself out when I return and just drop dead on the bed but it did not help at all. In fact I got cute little doggies chasing me. I even tried putting on some sleepy music, that also didn't work. Jeez.....My friends kept telling me that I have imsonia but i refuse to acknowledge that fact. I keep denying to everyone and to myself that I have imsonia. I kept telling myself that I had too many teh tariks which resulted to my imsoniac state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow while I was wide awake at night laying on my bed, there are a lot of things keep creeping into my head. Some people do their thinking during the day time or when at night after dinner. I had to be one of the many unlucky bloke to have things creeping into my head after midnight. Thoughts like future plans, would I be able to earn enough to live comfortably, the good times and the bad times I've had and love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the one thing that makes a person's world colourful or just plain grey. Many times I wish I could be that colourful person who could just splash colours into a person's life everyday. Colours makes things look more appealing and more interesting somehow. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/MAKE_ME_WHOLE_by_kelalea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/MAKE_ME_WHOLE_by_kelalea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine a splash of new colours everyday for the rest of our lives. Wouldn't it be awesome. The unfortunate thing is that I was unable to maintain the colourful splashes and now living through the grey era and once we touched the monochromatic colour, there is no way we can erase the colour away completely. Even when you splash more colours, somehow there will always be a grey spot somewhere. I have no regrets being in love. The only regret is that in incapablity to sustain the colourful relationship all the time which causes me to loose people I love and have loved. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Forgive Me Please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are nights I always thought of the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;"What If"&lt;/span&gt; agenda. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;"What if I studied harder?"&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;What if I was not separated from my family?"&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;"What if I worked even more harder at work?"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;"What if I have been more serious with God?"&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;"What if I have been a little more loving and effectionate in a relationship?"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;"What if I trained on my football more?"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;"What if I take my music practise a little more serious?"&lt;/span&gt;. All these &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;"What If's"&lt;/span&gt; are some of the questions I always asked myself lately. Don't you all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these sleepless nights a test for me to go through or is it just a phase in my life coming in and out over time? It really has been three weeks since the first night and I sometimes cannot stand tiny problem. A friend of mine told me take prozac...another told me to take cough medicine....I somehow never believe in gulping these tiny but yet powerful tablets unless I am down and out with fever or if I am &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;"touch wood"&lt;/span&gt; hit with health related problems. HECK!!! I never even finished my antibiotics before..(probably explains the reason why I fall sick often). I begin to feel tired, the act of laziness slowly begins to arise and worst of all the feeling of boredom starts creeping into my veins and my happy go lucky mental state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/58325,1138538695,2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/58325%2C1138538695%2C2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If these goes on further, I think I shall succumb to taking those crazy pills they call prozac or maybe just go get &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;diddly&lt;/span&gt; cans of beers or probably stout. Drink till I drop. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;CHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;RS MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;TE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-114041780138406373?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/114041780138406373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=114041780138406373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114041780138406373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/114041780138406373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/02/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113920008176442912</id><published>2006-02-06T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:54:45.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Would You Know When...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B0007A0GD4.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B0007A0GD4.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Eye To The Telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)font-size:78%;" &gt;by KT Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;How would you know when...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;the CNY holidays are over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/536640-Traffic_Roads-Kuala_Lumpur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/536640-Traffic_Roads-Kuala_Lumpur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:85%;" &gt;It is when the bloody traffic jam is back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this part of Kuala Lumpur lifestyle is somewhat the most prominant &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"thing"&lt;/span&gt; that you can witness. The traffic was smooth the whole of last week, well due to many KL residents leaving the city to go back to their hometowns and flock the roads there not forgetting to be with their loved one's. It used to be that way for me before, going back to hometown and seeing the KL jam there. It's like half the Pearl Of The Orient is filled with cars wth registration plates starting with&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"W"&lt;/span&gt; ( W is cars from Kuala Lumpur). This is year is one of the two years I do not have that privilege to see that. Instead of going back to hometown, hometown came to us. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;How would you know when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;the CNY holidays are over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It is when you can't wake up in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.. after a week of waking up when it is way past lunch time, waking up when the chickens crow is something very difficult to pick up again. It's when you've set the alarm at 7am and you procastinate for about an hour before you really get up to prepare yourself to go to work and when you do get up, you feel like going back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;How would you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;when the CNY holidays are over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/collage7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/400/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It's when all the delicious home cook food and the family dinner at a fancy restaurant is all over and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-size:78%;" &gt;(pic stolen from my brother Marcus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... Food...Glorious Food....Nothing beats the home cook food of the Chinese New Year Holidays. Many of us had home cooked food for one night that lasts for a whole week. Not forgetting the countless times of the ever so famous &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Family Dinner At A Fancy Restaurant"&lt;/span&gt; sessions where we all talked, laughed and poke fun at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;How would you know when... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;the CNY holidays are over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/CNY2006InKL060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/CNY2006InKL060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It's when you have taken the annual family portrait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family portraits...an imagery update of how each and everyone of us has grown, be it vertically or horizontally. Images like these will be those where it will be looked back at in the future and probably have a good time laughing about how young, how tall, how short and how fat we have grown to be and the occasional how &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"handsome"&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"beautiful"&lt;/span&gt; we used to be. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;How would you know when....&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;he Chinese New Year holidays are over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;How would you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113920008176442912?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113920008176442912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113920008176442912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113920008176442912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113920008176442912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-would-you-know-when.html' title='How Would You Know When...?'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113899629977986829</id><published>2006-02-04T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T03:53:57.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Off Guard And Stunned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B000002RBV.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/B000002RBV.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Playing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;by The Crystal Method&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six days of Chinese New Year has passed us, and it gets hotter and hotter by the day. It's been a long time since I last saw the sun shine this bright, the sky so clear and so blue. Today is one morning in, hmmm... I can't remember, it's been too long since the last time I had this feeling. For the first time in...well again, I can't remember, I woke up not having this lousy feeling and not asking myself &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Damn... I gotta go work again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead I wake up feeling good about the day that is coming. I actually had a smile on my face this morning then I woke up to prepare myself to get to work. Everything felt right, the bath was good..chilly and refreshing..even starting my car this morning felt right...no more crankling noise from my wheels, my power window is working again and the traffic is still very beautiful..smooth, no jams, no &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;professional drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. For the first time in...well I can't remember again... I manage to get to the office before half past eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were 5 of us including my boss, sitting at the mamak stall, reading the papers, having our cup of tea but no conversations. How ironic..still I have the good feeling in me since I woke up. We went into the office, did a little cleaning up and straight away I jumped on to the internet the minute I finished my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Office Chores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Did some mail checkings, chatting and MP3 searching as well, but the good old tummy had a calling to the gent's and scurried furiously towards it and...well you would not want to know the details would you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in the gent's ...well doing the you know what...for like 10 minutes or so, and with the sigh of relief I came out feeling tummy good again and my boss told us...&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You&lt;em&gt; can go home now.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was actually stunned for like 5 minutes before it really dawned upon me that he really was not joking...I had the chic to ask why..really funny isn't it...just an advice...whenever your boss lets you go home early...never never never ask for a reason...just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GO!!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;well the original plan was that we come back early to listen to what my boss has in plan for all of us and the future of the new company...but I guess that plan didn't work out and he ended up going fishing with 2 other colleagues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is somewhat my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;stunning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; start for the year of the dog. I suppose things will be getting better. I am still keeping my fingers crossed though. Well I guess I have to live through the days and tell you next time in the future whether it's been going really good or not. I guess you would have to be as patient as I am too huh...Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113899629977986829?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113899629977986829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113899629977986829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113899629977986829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113899629977986829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/02/caught-off-guard-and-stunned.html' title='Caught Off Guard And Stunned'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113873238289454318</id><published>2006-02-01T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:35:24.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Good Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B00020HEL6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B00020HEL6.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renee Olstead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Renee Olstead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day of CNY...well nothing much has happened the past 2 days except for the family gathering and spending time with love ones.. but today was really a good day as me and Matt together with a bunch of buddies went to play &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Counter Strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... the all time favourite game among these people and myself too. I spent most of my time laughing so hard that either winning or dying does not even matter anymore. Whenever I go gaming with friends, the thing I enjoyed most is seeing how silly and dumb can my playmates get...seeing how they get killed. We were like the loudest in a room where there weren't any speakers blasting the sounds from the computer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaming though is a trend right now for every computer buff. Some play for fun, some play to check out the game, some even take it as a professional career. For me, gaming is a form of stress relief. It's not merely bout the game itself, but it is how you play the game, and how the acts of others tickles your heart. When you play a game, sometimes you stumble upon many things you could never imagine can be done..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still remember during my student days, me and bunch of guys, regular gaming kaki's, would just go play for hours. These few hours are the hours where you can find lots of laughing, lots of swearing as well and lots of sub-conscious bonding among guys/boys. I remember there are a few occasions where we even played like from 7pm right till 7am the next morning. Thus came the term &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"main sampai bodoh". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Imagine 8 guys after a session of pc gaming ( back then was either&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Red Alert"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Star Craft"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ) at the makak, looking stoned. Now that is something which we all called a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Kodak Moment&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt; It's like we all want to talk bout the game we played, how we strategize, how much we built, how we died, how stupid did the enemy get with words like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"how come cannot click on my man wan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;" Spy La Tu "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and also played till the whole server hanged but we just could not because our eyes were glued to the 17 inch monitor for like 7 to 8 hours straight sometimes more, concentrating on the building and the killing which made us all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;STONED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Had a lot of laughs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now..those days are gone. With some people married, some getting married, a lot of us having girlfriends, all of us working long hours...we just can't seem to find the time to get together and play anymore. I will never forget those days of fun and laughter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gaming I suppose does wonder to us guys. It creates a bond without us knowing it. Helps makes new friends as well and...and... it is a damn good stress relief activity. Trust me.. try going there when you had a bad day at work or at college or anywhere.. after a few hours playing with some friends, you will come out with a smile on your face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all laughter is and has always been the best medicine for everyone in the whole wide world. Don't you agree?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113873238289454318?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113873238289454318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113873238289454318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113873238289454318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113873238289454318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-good-laughs.html' title='Some Good Laughs'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113861637697634395</id><published>2006-01-30T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T18:19:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years 2 Months And I Resigned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B000002BSJ.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/B000002BSJ.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Refugee Camp ( Bootleg Versions )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by The Fugees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Oct 7, 2002 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I remember this is the day when I told myself..that this is the place where I wanna spend the rest of my working life in. This is the place where I will build up my portfolio as a photographer, expand my networking and make an impact. This is the place where I would earn enough to live comfortably..I worked hard..of course got a little lazy as well..but hey...it's a deserving laziness...nevertheless..i still get my job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;April - Dec, 2005 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Somewhere early this year, all sorts of events took place...and throughout the whole of last year it just gets worst and worst by the day. Half the staff gone, harrasments were made, shoutings and arguements happened too often in a week. Important stuff stolen, Company property damaged, salaries not paid and worst of all...the will to work is slowly and surely depreciating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;26 Jan, 2006 :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;My boss called for a meeting announcing that the company is winding up and he has plans for the future for all of us, but...!! the only set back is that he will reveal everything only on the 3rd of February. So when that time comes, all of us are suppose to hand in resignation letters and man..I have not got mine done yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my working years..from what I have seen.. I would like to say that having a partner or sharing the business with people is something which requires a lot a lot a lot of trust. Many of you I am sure have seen or heard about business crumbling because of partnership problems...take mine for instances....a company running its business for 20 plus years, considered one of the pioneers in the industry, and at one time the most busiest studio's in the industry..all gone because of a dispute among 2 people..I nearly saw some of my best mates almost loosing their friendship with each other because of a business venture they all wanted to go into....I've even seen family hating each other beacuse of the business they are in...so if any of you want to do business together with a few people....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PLEASE OH.. PLEASE BE VERY VERY VERY CAREFUL... AND MAKE SURE YOU HAVE ENOUGH TRUST AMONG EACH OTHER WHEN IT ESPECIALLY INVOLVES MONEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through how shall I say it...a downfall, I suppose it is a blessing in disguise ( though it is in disguise for a long time) Something good has happened afterall...finally we are on our way to recovery and now we will start the new year with a new company, new management hopefully new and improved salary range. With our spirits lifted a little higher, still there is some anticipation and waiting for the day everything will be revealed..but until then, I would have to work on a powerful resignation letter..Well here goes nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113861637697634395?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113861637697634395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113861637697634395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113861637697634395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113861637697634395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/01/3-years-2-months-and-i-resigned.html' title='3 Years 2 Months And I Resigned'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113847184716998960</id><published>2006-01-29T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T02:21:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being In The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B0001XAMOA.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B0001XAMOA.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IsThere Love In Space?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Joe Satriani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years Chinese New Year is somewhat more different than any other CNY's I have ever been through. Instead of travelling all the way to Penang like any other year. Going through the jam and the heat on that island is simply a headache. So this year Penang and Singapore decided to come to KL and celebrate CNY. That is not the only thing this year, I was surprise to see Marcus in our house ( Marcus is working as a teacher in Sabah and to come back here for CNY is, well something not feasible) after a game of football. I was really overjoyed to see him and tears almost ran down my cheeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So we all prepared to have dinner and my oh my..there was just simply too much delicious food on the table...I think there would enough food for 3 days to feed everyone at home. At the same time, the folks from Singapore were on their way and too bad for them, dinne,r I suppose, will have to be on the bus. HeHeHe..As I eat my scrumptious food, My little cousin Avery,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/cny1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/cny1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Avery....Isn't he cute?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was walking around the house playing and crying then play some more and cry some more...he is just 2 years of age but very tiny..really tiny but got a big head...thinking whether he would be a child prodigy in the future I wonder...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nevertheless...I now realise how important family is. I mean without family, one would be very very very lonely. I must admit there are time where I really dun like my family...but after doing some growing up...Thought to myself where would I be if I don't have them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So this new year's resolution would be.. to be more involve with my family as much as possible because you may never know what will happen in the future. So I leave here for now wishing you a very Happy Chinese New Year and a picture of the family..well 75% of the family taken 3 years ago...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/P2010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/P2010001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113847184716998960?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113847184716998960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113847184716998960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113847184716998960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113847184716998960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/01/being-in-family.html' title='Being In The Family'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113824429169591296</id><published>2006-01-26T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:00:06.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Back The Hands Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/Az%20Samad.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/Az%20Samad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Acoustic Gestures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;by Az Samad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of times in my life where I wish I could just turn back the hands of time to undo the things I have done which has hurt others, unethical, or just plain wrong. Though now I live to regret the things that has been done, the decisions made, the sins committed, the anger, the lies. Nevertheless all these happened for a good reason I suppose, to make me a better, wiser and stronger person not forgetting even more patient man too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is saying that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;" If you love something or someone so much, it's better to let he/she/it go for their happiness sake "&lt;/span&gt;. True..it will hurt..cuts through the heart like a sharp jagged sword, but in order for it/person to be happy you simply just gotta set them free. I must admit that I am quite an idiot and a fool for wishful thinking and dreams. That I have a lot of flaws in me that makes me who I am. No matter how hard I try to be better..sometimes it's just natural that I do fail..most times in fact, but I still do not give up trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late my mood has changed drastically, I find that I get irritated easily which resulted to lashing out my anger at anyone who is just annoying and that includes love ones. Man... it ain't a pretty sight when I am angry. A friend of mine told me that he has never seen me this angry before till there's no point of forgiveness, and he actually was really afraid of my anger. He told me this in his exact words &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Man.. you are a really patient person..in fact the most patient person I have ever met. But when you are angry...all hell breaks loose and you remain that for a while.Dude.. you are extreme at both ends"&lt;/span&gt; exact words I tell you..in his exact words. I used to be angry when I was young. Angry at everything that goes through my path. Angry, even at the smallest issues. Angry at everyone but after some growing up, I thought to myself there is no point being this angry for eternity and vowed never to loose my anger. Little did I know that vow was broken recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could turn back the hands of time to undo all the anger I have ever felt in my life, all the pain and hurt I felt and I have caused. Probably that would have changed the course of my life. I wish I could turn back the hands of time to be hard working in my studies so that I could have a better career option. I wish I could turn back the hands of time to have a better relationship with my family so that I can be a better grandson, son, nephew, older brother and cousin. I wish I could turn back the hands of time so that I could be a better lover, a better best friend, a better listener and a lousy heartbreaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish you too could turn back the hands of time? but I guess that is just wishful thinking. At one point in time I was so down and I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;'telling off'&lt;/span&gt; by a friend (which I deserved it). All this while I was told that thing happens for a reason and at the end of the day something good will happen out of it. I was just too self-indulgent in my pityful sorrows which actually is annoying people. Did a lot of thinking and well realized that it's just right about me being self-indulgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I am writing about what has passed and after so much telling offs, now I'm beginning to get out of my pityful sorrows and start looking at the brighter side of life and carry on with my life with lots of challenges lying ahead for me to tackle. Though there are certains pressing issues which requires much needed saving but if it can't be saved I guess I just have to let it go and the worst thing is I don't know what else to do to save it. Oh heck..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113824429169591296?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113824429169591296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113824429169591296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113824429169591296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113824429169591296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/01/turning-back-hands-of-time.html' title='Turning Back The Hands Of Time'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113800029766533704</id><published>2006-01-23T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:11:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Football Inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B000002BT9.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/B000002BT9.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ly Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;G3 : Live In Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ncert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Joe &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Satriani&lt;/span&gt;, Eric &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Johnson&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Steve &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I am the kind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;of guy who just simply loves the outdoors. I can't really stand one bit being indoors for too long unless I am down with the infamous tri-combination virus consisting the ever famous flu, the irrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ting cough and the good old high fever. Other than that I just somehow find my way to get out, smell some poluted air, have a drink with some buddies or just play some footie ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The most favourite thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ng I love doing is football..and everything t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;hat has got to do with the game.. I have been playing football since I was 8 and year after year the skills developed, the passion grew and the addiction gets worst. Every decade of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; there is bound to be some pro footballer I adored. There are people like :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/pele-10753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/pele-10753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A living legend who was the first footballer I admire. He had skills, he had flare he is like considered The King Of All Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Then there is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/Maradona.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/Maradona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diego Maradona.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Argentinian maestro has got all it takes to be a legend in the 80's and with the title "Hand Of God" it is surely heavenly just to watch him play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as football transitions into the 90's and the 21st century, there are more footballers who has inspired me and taught me their skills. For example :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/zidane1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/zidane1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zinedine Zidane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/luis-figo_003.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/luis-figo_003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luis Figo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both playing calm and collective football as well as skillfull play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/Ryan%20Giggs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/Ryan%20Giggs.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Giggs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love watching him play. He got swift and fast moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my current favourite :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/henry_redcurrant_big.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/henry_redcurrant_big.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thierry Henry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is one player who dances on the fieild while playing his football. The skill, the twist and turns, the pace makes him one of the most lethal striker the world can ever see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regretted playing football and I don't think I will ever. Everyday the passion to play, the drive to kick has always been there and is still growing. It's true what they say about football &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Makan Bola...Minum Bola...Tidur Bola"&lt;/span&gt; I would not know what I would do if the privilege of playing football has been taken away from me. As it is I am starting to play less due to daily routines.Everytime I get to play, I will cherish the moment, have loads of fun and show some trickery I have learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would like to Thank God for :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; and my late &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Grand Papa&lt;/span&gt; for the encouragement and support that they have given and shown to me as well as some cool boots they got me when I was young&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ever loving girlfriend for getting me the  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Nike Mercurial Vapor II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My primary school teacher for giving me the opportunity to play for school and also teach me valuable lessons on being a young footballer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My secondary school mates for the fun times we had during friendlies and our daily 5pm - 7pm sessions where laughter is the one thing that drove us mad and skillful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Malay Brothers&lt;/span&gt; that plays nearby my house everyday without fail. I would not know where else I could go for some fun, skilled football&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Tuesday night Futsal kaki's. With them I got into serious futsal playing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Interface Advertising&lt;/span&gt; for making me their star-studded import futsal player and giving me the opportunity to score goals for them against ad agencies in town as well as their client&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;My fear now is that I am getting older and my body is not as tough as it used to be. With an ankle injury hitting me like a hammer after every session, I begin to realise that I really need to take extra precautions not to break my leg...and with daily routines I am also playing less..and i hate that ..not playing as much I used to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forsake and give up football..Not ever..It's just a part of me everyone has got to accept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOOTBALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113800029766533704?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113800029766533704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113800029766533704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113800029766533704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113800029766533704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-football-inspirations.html' title='My Football Inspirations'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113772309139264124</id><published>2006-01-20T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:16:29.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Music And Singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B0009F2BTO.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B0009F2BTO.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;dp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;by Daniel Powter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a very young boy singing just came into my blood naturally...coming from a very musically inclined family dating back from my great grand papa...but the most unfortunate thing is I never got to learn to play music at my young and innocent years as a boy...but that did not stop me from singing...I still remember when I was at the tender age of seven I was singing in a Sunday School Party back when I was in Penang...going for practise three times a week and all...then as I grew older the pop culture sipped into my blood singing song from the then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B00000I157.01._PE8_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B00000I157.01._PE8_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;New Kids On The Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man... they were the hottest boy band back in the 80's....I remember I sang their songs everywhere and all time and I couldn't care what others was thinking bout me...How innocent and how silly I was hehehe...I remember I could every song they ever made a hit with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I moved to KL, my taste in music seems to grow bigger in terms of genre...I was into rap..and artist like Vanilla Ice and MC Hammer was really the inspiration for me back in the 90's. Everyday without fail I would memorize the infamous Ice Ice Baby and Hammertime (or whatever it is titled)...I remember I could even do the dance Vanilla Ice did...well learnt a little freestyle dancing as well...self taught that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my dad came up to me asked me whether Ii wanted to learn to play music and finally my wish came through..though wish it would come much much earlier...so my dad enrolled me to music class once a week..but it felt kinda weird learning music at the age of 15..I'm talking bout Grade 1 Piano okie...this is something which well not a very pretty sight...I remember going to the Grade 1 exam...I was the only big buffalo there sitting with the kids doing the exam...I remember the look on the face of the examiner..well you would figured it yourself by now...and I passed...which really got a morale boost and prompt me to practise more and more... and my teacher was really really patient with me...of course being a lazy person back then practise was like rare...and when I told her I did not practise, she did not jump just asked why and that's just it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every week as I go for piano class, somehow the power of the drumset pulled me to play some which i sucked at first, then slowly but surely after listening to a lot of rock music and a lot of air drumming which I enjoyed most with some friends in school..I finally managed to play some basic self taught drumming..and everyweek from then on I practised my drumming..even more comparing to the piano..and soon I found myself playing drums for church ( was the only person who can the drums back then, amateur level)...so now at the same time, as my love for drumming grew stronger, a new love was blossoming, yeap...the love for guitars...again self taught and soon found myself playing a lot a lot of songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my wish of playing music came through and I am still playing, though not as muchas it is suppose to be..haven't had that drive to play regularly for a long time. Maybe I should start getting back that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 'fire'&lt;/span&gt; to play and prolly look for people to jam with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years.. I listen to practically all sorts of music you can ever find..from heavy metal to classic rock, to classical music, to hip hop, to alternative, R&amp;amp;B, jazz, even the evergreens...You can pratically find the many genres of music in my home alone...My influence on music I would say would have to come from home. There is just simply too many types you can hear under one roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank my family for bringing music into my life. They have been a big inspiration for me by bringing people like Deep Purple, The Beatles, Vivaldi, Mozart, The Carpentars, Jay Chou, David Tao, and the many more singers out there that have some how made my family a musical family. I would never trade this for anything else in the music world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113772309139264124?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113772309139264124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113772309139264124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113772309139264124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113772309139264124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/01/about-music-and-singing.html' title='About Music And Singing'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113757227845549733</id><published>2006-01-18T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:29:08.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/B000001Y9I.01._PE8_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/B000001Y9I.01._PE8_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Purpendicular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Deep Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in the office doing absolutely nothing but surfing our infamous world wide web looking out for travelling tips to Koh Samui, Thailand (estimated month of travel: August), well managed to get some info on where to go, where to visit, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;hat to do and what not to do...finally got almost everything i wanted even information of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The Full Moon Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. Now I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;got nothing much to do anymore...well I did take the trip down LALA Land for a while..so here I am with nothing to do but babbling over nothing then this song came about and the lyrics ( some of it) really prompt me to post it here..sung by the legendary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Deep Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; While you were out...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; The message says&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; You left a number&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; And I tried to call&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; But they wrote it down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; In a perfect spanish scrawl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; In a perfect spanish scrawl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Yet again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; I'm missing you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; King size bed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; (in a) hotel someplace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; I hear your name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; I see your face&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; I see your face&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; (the) back street dolls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; And the side door johnnies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; The wide eyed boys with their bags full of&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Money&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Back in the alley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Going bang to the wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Tied to the tail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Of a midnight crawl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Heaven wouldn't be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; So high I know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; If the times gone by&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Hadn't been so low&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; The best laid plans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Come apart at the seams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; And shatter all my dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Sometimes I feel like...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Screaming&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Close my eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; It's times like this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; My head goes down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; And the only thing I know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Is the name of this town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Is the name of this town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Yet again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; I'm missing you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Won't be long&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; O' coming home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; Until that distant time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; I'll be moving on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt; I'll be moving o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt;n&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Yeah sometimes i really feel like screaming...there is just too much frustration in me right now and I am trying my very hard to keep myself together..especially at work...I wake up every morning to find this difficulty getting up from my queen sized bed and with the cool air blasted from the air-cond...I am sure many of you are facing the same problem as well..but every morning I leave my house with a heavy heart and always asked myself "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aiya....Gotta go to work....Damn...." &lt;/span&gt;Yeap...every morning I asked myself the same question...The office well..some of you may know..is going through some very hard times amongst the management..so much so the staffs are affected as well..Jeezzz I wish it was a much more pleasant place to look forward to go to every morning..Why can't our workplace be a place of insatiable fun, full of peace and laughters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometime I Feel Like Screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" name="#04"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113757227845549733?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113757227845549733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113757227845549733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113757227845549733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113757227845549733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/01/sometimes-i-feel-like-screaming.html' title='Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113746575156150804</id><published>2006-01-17T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:15:41.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust Betrayed..Friends No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/Self_Portrait_1_by_melwhy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/Self_Portrait_1_by_melwhy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The start of the year for me has not been very pretty so far....First, I got to know that my best mate went to a loan shark out of desperation and lack of patience...and a while ago we were talking about it and the impression I get from him is that he will never go there unless he really has no choice...of course he had a tough time last year career and relationship wise..but I was really sad to hear things from him that was so child like..and when he revealed to me that he went to pay a visit to the loan sharks..well that made me even more angry..Many advise and warnings has been given to him about the consequences of taking money from these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Legalised Money Lenders"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and before going to them he sought help but due to his lack of patience he cannot wait a little while longer and went...WHAT AN IDIOT!!! but nevertheless my anger cooled down and I had a man to man chat with him and express my disappointments to him and well we sort of sorted things out and we were cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Then one night he came to me for help.. he needed to borrow my car and I told I needed back by a certain time...I trusted him all these while...but he screwed it up...reason he wanted to use my car was to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pick His Sister From KL Sentral"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;so I happily let him use my car and to my dismay he didn't come back at the certain time I told him to and the worst thing is I had to find out from his sister that he is not with her and she is in Shah Alam...That really pisses me off till today and gave him one hell of a shelling soon after....we never talked and see each other since then...What an ASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/14730794531437s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/14730794531437s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why does he need to lie to me...we've been friends for so long and trust was gained, friendship grew stronger...but in a moment of desperation all is lost..till today none of us (me and 2 other mates) figured out why..and that is shitty...it has been a long time that I have not felt this much anger....I asked my friends why...they are as speechless as I am....why? oh why? can anyone tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113746575156150804?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113746575156150804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113746575156150804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113746575156150804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113746575156150804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/01/trust-betrayedfriends-no-more.html' title='Trust Betrayed..Friends No More'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113733936344675644</id><published>2006-01-15T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:45:52.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Just Another Quiet Sunday In Mid Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I had a walk today in Mid Valley MegaMall....and man....there sure is a lot of people there....even before reaching this magnificient mall, you can see a lot of cars waiting to get in line...yes our proud Malaysian Drivers...moving in and out of ques to get to the parking lot fast...and at the same time being an idiot on the road and frustrate people like me....I am sure many of you would feel the same way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well finally had my car parked...all the way to the top of the building....and with my car now a little problematic on the wheels...lots of crankling sound....sounded like a horse running....went into the mall and I cannot believe my eyes...the whole place is just swarming with people..from the old to the young..from the hip to the flip..and not forgetting out infamous local pop culture..the "AH BENG's and the AH LIAN's". Every where you go you see people...every corner you make every turn you do every chair you sit..you see people..isn't there anywhere else our beloved citizens of Klang Valley go during the weekend beside the shopping malls..its like every family has got to go to a shopping mall for a family outing... What really made me a little sad is that everyone I see is buying their CNY outfits...and they buy by the bulks....JEEEZZZ where do they all get so much money to do all this...In my care-free mind I asked myself "Why do I have to go through this year without a bonus?" I mean...everywhere I go I see everybody looking at something to buy or buying something already...and me...me...I just go back empty handed... Man..... the ammount of thinking I do over the past 3 to 4 months is extremely a lot...I just wish I could be back in Bali getting some Traditional Balinese Massage&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/Bali___In_A_Hotel___Beach_Spa_by_melwhy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Massage Area With A Great View Of Nusa Dua Beach, Bali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;or just a nice relaxing session of Yoga....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/Bali___In_A_Hotel___Yoga_by_melwhy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Morning Yoga Session At The Westin Resort,Nusa Dua, Bali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;or prolly just sit by the beach with a strong breeze blowing in your face and with a magnificent view of peace and the horizon seperating the sea and the sky....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/Bali___Lanscapes___Looking_Out_by_melwhy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; A Look Out Point At The Westin Resort,Nusa Dua, Bali&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/320/Bali___Lanscapes___Nusa_Dua_by_melwhy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Private Beach For 4 Hotels In Nusa Dua, Bali &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ah....thinking of it just keeps me calm sometimes....when I look back and with these pictures with me...sometimes I just feel at peace...but I guess that is just not enough at times...with all the nonsense I get at work, a feud with one of my best mate or make it ex-best mate (long story on that one..will tell another day) and the hustle and the bustle of weekend life for Kay Ell citizens....something needs to be done....but what..I'm just clueless...confused at times, angry a little but frustrated most times...can anyone tell me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113733936344675644?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113733936344675644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113733936344675644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113733936344675644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113733936344675644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-just-another-quiet-sunday-in-mid.html' title='Its Just Another Quiet Sunday In Mid Valley'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-113720659248794996</id><published>2006-01-14T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:05:04.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>This is the first ramble for the year and I've not been blogging since June 2005...now there will a lot to talk about since there are too many things happening in my life right now...anyways some pics while i was in Bali...September last year...enjoy self potraits of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/8a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Half Of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/50a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/50a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; At The Gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/25a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/25a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nusa Dua Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/22a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/22a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Photographing At Tanah Lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/21a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/21a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; A Hot Sunny Afternoon At Kuta Beach, Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/12a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/12a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; Close up Shot Of Me At McDonalds Kuta Beach, Bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/1600/44a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5064/1228/200/44a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;                                                                   &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       With The Coconut Monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-113720659248794996?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/113720659248794996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=113720659248794996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113720659248794996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/113720659248794996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2006/01/been-long-time.html' title='Been A Long Time'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-112001604731732790</id><published>2005-06-29T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:34:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Relieve, Bad Karma</title><content type='html'>After 2 weeks of resting and agony from not playing football..i finally got back to playin on Monday night with the team I play regularly...slowly but surely i will get back to the form i used to be in....A while ago I had 2 injuries on both my ankles which resulted to too much pain...so I had to stop for a while..and man it's hard...hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car broke down on Sunday night...sent it for repairs and it costs me RM600 plust to do up the damn car....now am really really broke...and for the past 2 days I was moving around with the 'old tank' ( which some of you might have beautiful memories with me in that vehicle which is my dad's van . After so long driving with the comfort of a car..driving the van now is like sailing on a yacht going through the rough sea...bouncing here and there sometimes makes me feel rather dizzy...but it still has lots of memories with me...:)am so glad that my car is back....hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-112001604731732790?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/112001604731732790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=112001604731732790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/112001604731732790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/112001604731732790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2005/06/great-relieve-bad-karma.html' title='A Great Relieve, Bad Karma'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-111985454845911510</id><published>2005-06-27T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:42:28.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Weekend</title><content type='html'>no...it's not something suggesive or wild that i did during the weekends....no wild parties, no sex orgies, no drinking sessions...just that the damn weather last weekend is just so damn hot...even my car engine heats up and now need to send the car to repair...DAMN!! it's gonna cost me a bomb reparing car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day i played football after injuring myself 3 weeks ago...it felt so good to be playing again..though I'm still not fully fit....but you know sometimes when you love something so much and can't live without...you do all sorts or go all the way to get what you want...well that's me when it comes to football..the past 3 weeks is like prison to me..only get to watch but can't play...I am glad that is over...Now I can really understand how frustrated every pro football star feels when they are injured and can't play or left out on the bench to watch the team play....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today will be first time playing futsal after a 2 week break from injury also...the boys will surely be glad to have me back...:)..Thanks be to the One above for keeping me from more heavy injuries...heheheheam glad its only a twisted ankle....It feels like hell...believe me it does feel like hell...though sometimes i kinda like to think hell can be a very beautiful place to be in...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-111985454845911510?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/111985454845911510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=111985454845911510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111985454845911510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111985454845911510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2005/06/hot-weekend.html' title='Hot Weekend'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-111948975024205416</id><published>2005-06-23T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:22:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Drivers In The World  Are Malaysians</title><content type='html'>Everybody goes through a phase where you have to drag yourselves out of bed in the morning to go face the world for the day, and I can safely say everybody just finds it difficult sometimes to wake up in the morning to smell the roses. This morning is really one of those days for me where it is really damn difficult to wake up and get out of the comfort of my air-conditioned bedroom to go to work and face the difficulties and boredom of my mundane daily routine...SHIT happens sometimes but for some people most times, in fact ALL THE TIME....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drive myself to work using the infamous MRR2 going through the traffic jam, which already spoils my day before anything starts, to find stupidity on our local roads...this bloke, I tell you, has gotta be the winner for the dumbest driver award in the country. Ever encountered drivers with big cars with the mentality that everyone must..MUST give way to them because they drive 4x4's or Benz or even their BMW's which makes them king of the roads...My Ass!! king of the roads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving on my way to work leisurely somewhat a little irritated by the traffic jam as usual but bearable, to find this one studip Ford Ranger 4x4 truck to cut in my way. I honk the buffoon and to my surprise without any consideration the fool had the chic to honk back as though it is my fault that he is cutting in my line...and...and (this is where the best part comes) doesn't give any way for me...and to make things worst...there is another driver...well let's just say sports rims, Mufflers and all but driving at 30km/hr on a fast lane as if there is no other cars on the road or the road belongs to his grandpapa....I mean how stupid can that get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never one day lately I can find, a day where everything just goes smooth...no one to irritate you on the road, no traffic jams to agitate your somewhat half awake state of mind...but i suppose all this is, part and parcel of a beautiful life and a great country we live in.. Malaysia Boleh!!! SOME BOLEH GO TO HELL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-111948975024205416?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/111948975024205416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=111948975024205416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111948975024205416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111948975024205416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2005/06/best-drivers-in-world-are-malaysians.html' title='The Best Drivers In The World  Are Malaysians'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-111940765920070729</id><published>2005-06-22T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:34:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Jam</title><content type='html'>The one thing i hate most which never fails to spoil my day is the traffic in this dumb city...no doubt Kuala Lumpur is a beautiful city to dwell in but....the rush hour traffic just pisses me off ....just think of it....waking up as early as 6.30 in the morning to see a whole array of tungsten lights moving slowly on a highway and every minute that goes by, it gets heavier and heavier, till the whole highway just comes to a stand still...and the best thing is ..the best thing.....there is none what so ever accident occurred or a car breakdown happened....just one part where cars are coming in from a smaller road....JEEEZZZ....the whole of Malaysia should sue the damn goverment for lack of proper planning for road construction.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian road construction...yeap...one of our biggest follies...is the road construction...just when you thought there is a new highway to ease traffic, suddenly out of no where you have traffic lights....jeez so much for a smooth ride to work....and after a while they see that its not happening at all to  put traffic lights....they decide to build fly overs....GADDAMNIT why can't they just build the bloody fly over the same time they are building the highway....take the MRR2 for instance...SHIT! I've seen fly overs built at least 3 times on that stretch of the road..and still...and still there is still traffic jam....I wonder what's next...ELEVATED HIGHWAYS? Gimme a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've gotta give credit to the goverment for coming up with a lot of bright ideas....for the better of the country...no doubt we have to....but on the other hand the government sometimes makes us look like a bunch of PANSIES....incompetent bunch of people who can't plan things right....All Hail the Government!!!! Sad but true...we can't do much but to live with it till hopefully their intelectual minds starts to develope and move faster....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TRAFFIC JAMS....PERIOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-111940765920070729?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/111940765920070729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=111940765920070729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111940765920070729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111940765920070729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2005/06/traffic-jam.html' title='Traffic Jam'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-111932230226744975</id><published>2005-06-21T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:37:27.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greener Pastures</title><content type='html'>too long a time that i can't remember having greener pastures in my life. it's like everytime i experience something good, something beautiful, somethings just have to screw the whole thing up. Why can't the negative part life just lay low for a millenium and let us all human race enjoy the wonders of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in this world is always looking for something good in their lives ALWAYS...but in the end it always screws up...I too have been searching for greener pastures all this while so that i can live a comfortable life and be happy...what's wrong with being happy our whole lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only happy moments i have is being with my love one...and because of that it gives me reason to live...but despite that all else are not too happy...thank God for love...i think if there is a lot of love going around..the whole world would be the happiest place to be in...Shit!!! even our alien neighbours would wanna migrate here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-111932230226744975?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/111932230226744975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=111932230226744975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111932230226744975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111932230226744975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2005/06/greener-pastures.html' title='Greener Pastures'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-111924142478398944</id><published>2005-06-20T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:04:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Of My Artwork</title><content type='html'>I have an online gallery on my art works...here is a preview of it...go visit www.melwhy.deviantart.com and give your comments...thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/19847442/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/19847442/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25084898/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25084898/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/23387285/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/23387285/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/23236578/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/23236578/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25212436/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/25212436/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-111924142478398944?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/111924142478398944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=111924142478398944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111924142478398944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111924142478398944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-of-my-artwork.html' title='Some Of My Artwork'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-111924070333471511</id><published>2005-06-20T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:11:43.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/125/6487/640/Self_Portrait_1_by_melwhy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/125/6487/320/Self_Portrait_1_by_melwhy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A self portrait of myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-111924070333471511?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/111924070333471511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=111924070333471511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111924070333471511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111924070333471511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2005/06/self-portrait-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13804472.post-111923705063725098</id><published>2005-06-20T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T11:10:50.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First time</title><content type='html'>Well...many a times I have seen blogs and heard of blogs and people blogging...so here i am with lots of curiousity. This has gotta be the first time I ever thought of writting anything about what I feel and what I see so god help me....actually I was inspired by a particular blogger..Sarong Party Girl...telling the world her escapades and her life to the whole bloddy world with confidence and courage...I think that is something really to applaud....Sarong Party Girl if you are reading this...look me up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this is it for now since its the first time....will be posting more don't worry as my days goes by...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13804472-111923705063725098?l=daysgoesby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/feeds/111923705063725098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13804472&amp;postID=111923705063725098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111923705063725098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13804472/posts/default/111923705063725098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daysgoesby.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-time.html' title='The First time'/><author><name>Ding Dong Of The East</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12800866665967929230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l53Tr3mpkDs/SDp76RvoQGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nlfZS9wVFhA/S220/n580898155_800117_1308.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
