<?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-12587781</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:35:27.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloopers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7211945558527153694</id><published>2009-02-09T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:17:42.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's fun at times to observe what people do when they are at their wit ends especially those "educated ones" who love to use their power or knowledge into great use - harm and over power other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Such great phrases that they use - further disputes or attempt of contact shall be routed to the ATTORNEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In other words - please talk to my lawyers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well...in this current world, they will win. But underneath all that, they know everything have gone wrong. Totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have found their mistakes. Alhamdulillah....they have accidentally missed that spot. Technically and luckily, those people accidentally involved are my good colleagues. They have highlighted it to me and thus, highlighted to the higher authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I may have lied to myself many a time on myself. But NEVER do I lie to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I may have harm myself in the process of something foolish. But NEVER do I harm others, let alone embarassing others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Remember folks, what goes around, comes around. Your turn will come. Insya'Allah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7211945558527153694?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7211945558527153694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7211945558527153694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7211945558527153694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7211945558527153694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2009/02/great.html' title='Great'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7976614047454452750</id><published>2009-01-22T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:43:16.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every little things that I've done appeared to be fishy by all. Be it purely innocent behaviours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scene 1: I am meddling with time by approximately 10 - 15mins. The carpark unit officer is there checking on the cars on the lower deck. I saw I went up back being the reason I only place the night coupon since it's already 1015pm. I assume the officer have not done her routine checkings on the upper deck. Told sis to go back first but she still stayed waiting at the void deck. Reason being : I DON'T LIKE IT. IT'S FISHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tried to control myself. I recalled: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mistakes will linger in people's mind but not your kindness or efforts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Scene 2: Tiff with the fockers. Again my behaviours are mis-interpreted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I controlled again. I recalled: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mistakes will linger in people's mind but not your kindness or efforts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; I've made up my mind. Since I'm not happy at all with my life, why continue. Nevermind of being guilty of breaching my religion rules. I'm returning myself back to HIM. That's all I'm asking for. And so off I'm going to Bintan, retreat in my mind with my current CO and there will I be mortally free forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do not have any regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7976614047454452750?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7976614047454452750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7976614047454452750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7976614047454452750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7976614047454452750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-little-things-that-ive-done.html' title=''/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-787093895563399717</id><published>2009-01-09T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:53:41.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for you whom freely give away my bro-in-law's landline freely to a stranger (100% stranger to my bro-in-law), may Allah reward you appropriately. Amin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stance - if you are uncertain or do not even know the facts, I suggest you better keep your distance before you drown yourself and trapped into the ravine of 'munafik'. Subhahanallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do no harm towards you.I do no mistake towards you.I raise no "judgements" on you.I do not even know you.&lt;/span&gt;&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/12587781-787093895563399717?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/787093895563399717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=787093895563399717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/787093895563399717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/787093895563399717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-for-you-whom-freely-give-away-my.html' title=''/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-752472497577461675</id><published>2009-01-08T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:34:49.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Compare $6000 hard cash friendly loan for emergency purposes, repaid full back after 6 months, to a mere $100, not even a LOAN (for goodness sake!), delayed by about 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;$100 for 20 movie tix inclusive of 4 F&amp;amp;B vouchers - to be precise (folks out there, please tell me where else could I get better than these?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delayed by about 2 weeks. Chasing people, worse than a loanshark, worse than the bank, worse than anything I could imagine. Even got the cheek to call up my future bro-in-law's residence landline (whom I don't even know at all!). Searching for me, high &amp;amp; low - claiming I owe her $100. And since when do I use her $100 for my own pleasure? It's for her god damn tix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you folks who have received the voucher later than 4 weeks, please come forward and shout out how much you spent for the tix. If I'm not wrong, more than $300 right? And do you make any noises? You are as quiet as a mouse to be precise. Tsk tsk tsk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscious is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I seek your help earlier for funds doesn't mean I'm gonna swindle your $100. I need much much more than that. $100? No thank you, I'll pass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this. If you think you feel so much better by reporting, by all means.&lt;br /&gt;People just doesn't know how &amp;amp; when to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I will never forgive you for obtaining my bro-in-law's no &amp;amp; claiming that I owe you that $100. I never owe you any $ at all. You purchased movie tix which is SO MUCH DAMN LOWER from me, and you've got the cheek to claim I owe you $? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise to god, you need not went through financial hardship ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Ma, I've learnt my lesson. Stop sharing my benefits to others. I've got to be stingy as of now. For my own &amp;amp; future's sake. I've had enough from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAZAKALLAHU KHAIRAN&lt;/span&gt;&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/12587781-752472497577461675?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/752472497577461675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=752472497577461675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/752472497577461675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/752472497577461675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2009/01/compare-6000-hard-cash-friendly-loan.html' title=''/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6331207394447130680</id><published>2008-12-09T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:41:36.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I called, she answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She called, I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She sounded nice, convincing, fair...but is it for real? Or it's just an act to trap "convicts", as what they have been doing? God knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As far as I'm concerned, I do not trust anyone either. I'm being neutral. I have my own faith and I believe in whatever I do. No one is allowed to step their foot in my personal life - over my ;almost dead body' as what Dr. Susan Wong repeatedly knocked these words into my brain. Heh, nice try doc. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;God, could this be the time to reveal everything? Is it the time to end my misery and resign from my "repeatedly appointed scapegoat" designation? If it is, give me the signs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or should I do as always, heed the folks' instruction - admit it as it's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 more days to go... It's either I will have to lose my 2 only friends..or I will have to lose my estranged family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Leap of faith of the 20th storey, here I come tonight.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6331207394447130680?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6331207394447130680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6331207394447130680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6331207394447130680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6331207394447130680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/12/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-4832256608457081861</id><published>2008-12-09T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Total break down, shattered, broken into micro pieces, heartache, disappointed - these describe what &amp;amp; who I am right now. If there's one thing I could change when I turn back time, I wish that I weren't born. I know being a muslim, it's wrong of me to feel this way, but I couldn't lie to myself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If I weren't born,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I wouldn't be ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I wouldn't be unhappy every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I wouldn't cry &amp;amp; crack my brain to deal with the daily problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I wouldn't get the ill treatment from people around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I wouldn't have to struggle to make ends meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But to think back again, if I weren't born,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I couldn't have love my younger siblings like I've always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I couldn't enjoy cooking &amp;amp; baking like I've always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I couldn't cruise around like I've always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I couldn't get married &amp;amp; have children of my own like I've always dream of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I couldn't fall in love with my 'bestfriend'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- I couldn't learn about Islam, on how peaceful the religion is supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Every day, I take a closer peek over the ledge of the 20th storey of my designated favourite hot spot when I'm alone. I wonder, how is it to feel the adrenalin air surge towards my face as I try to embrace the ground, emerging from 20th storey high. I do also wonder when is the ideal time to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do have a family whom I'm unable to get close to. Don't ask me why, it just happen. Why does it seem that everything from them is always right and that people easily trust them. Is it because they are just them and I am just simply me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;December 7th, 2008, marks the most unforgettable day when 4 humble souls cordoned me to a corner, left me no gap to escape nor even breathe. Explanations were taken as excuses. My illness was challenged as fraud. Is it fair to penalise me for not revealing the exact details of my illness? It's happening to me, it's my life, my choice. If you are still in denial stage, you should get a grip of yourself and do not drag me into it. I felt so helpless. At that moment I prayed to god if he could just take me forever on that spot. Why aren't you buying my stories which it wasn't story in the first place? It's facts. And why are you buying their explanations which are stories in nature? ~ " &lt;em&gt;100% medisave for medical expenditure? Name me a hospital which accepts 100% deduction from medisave. Wouldn't that means lesser people dead from illness or disease from the lower income families?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I should have just allow them to take legal actions - at least I will be free from my misery and burden which I have been trying to remove long time back. But then again, I will be selfish. What about my lil siblings? Oh god, please give me the strength and courage to fight all these 'demons'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Perhaps, I should just walk away from everyone and return back to where I belong to.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-4832256608457081861?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/4832256608457081861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=4832256608457081861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4832256608457081861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4832256608457081861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/12/dismay.html' title='Dismay'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-8595387958100900209</id><published>2008-10-20T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:24:14.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm learning to blog! My sayang taught me how to. This is a blog of 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I pray, how I wish she's going to be alright soon. Be healthy by my side though I have heard malicious stories about her from other people. To those who knew Hana, help me to teach those to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Signing off: Ilazar ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-8595387958100900209?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/8595387958100900209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=8595387958100900209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/8595387958100900209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/8595387958100900209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/10/learn.html' title='Learn'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-1984362086742528416</id><published>2008-09-21T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:46:46.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deteriorate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Health check: Deteriorating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Again &amp;amp; again health isn't my bestfriend. It's getting further away each day. Should I blame it all on my career? Well, I've been doing exactly what the doctor told me to...and I can't seem to justify what went wrong or search for any loopholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think I'm gonna get out from my current hell place...erm...should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-1984362086742528416?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/1984362086742528416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=1984362086742528416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1984362086742528416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1984362086742528416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/09/deteriorate.html' title='Deteriorate'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7446489510622470896</id><published>2008-09-20T01:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T02:46:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can someone please slap me across my face? Wake up Hana! Yes you are indeed going to get dolled up &amp;amp; sit on that beautifully decorated dais &amp;amp; signing your life away, Insya'Allah...  Please get your lazy butt up and get cracking away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The clock is ticking really fast.... oh man....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7446489510622470896?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7446489510622470896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7446489510622470896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7446489510622470896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7446489510622470896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/09/slap.html' title='Slap'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-1936571513472625782</id><published>2008-09-20T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:56:46.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to update, I want to change the whole layout, I want to do a lot of stuffs...but I simply do not know where to begin with! Or....perhaps I simply do not know how at all... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is what happens if I have my own "secretary" to maintain my blog. All I do is - LOG IN AND POST. Tsk...tsk... shame on you Hana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-1936571513472625782?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/1936571513472625782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=1936571513472625782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1936571513472625782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1936571513472625782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-4712387386568104217</id><published>2008-06-26T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:09.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instructor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/SGNYDQGv8gI/AAAAAAAAADo/0IfhjSq5xzs/s1600-h/5119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216109606311293442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/SGNYDQGv8gI/AAAAAAAAADo/0IfhjSq5xzs/s320/5119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MY FIXED SSDC INSTRUCTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Name: Instructor Chua Thiam Guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ID No: 5119&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Year Joined: 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He, my sole inspiration throughout my whole driving learning journey. He, my motivator through downfalls. He, added kicks &amp;amp; fun into the driving lessons. He, impart good driving knowledge and skills. He, a very patient and detailed teacher. He, is the bestest of the best! Thank you, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For those who wished to take on Class 3 licence, I would strongly recommend SSDC. I’ve always believe that it also depends on the instructor, that a student can enjoy his/her driving lessons and absorb every single teachings. As for me, it's him, Mr Chua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p/s: And my honey popeye, he's the love of my life. My everything... =)&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/12587781-4712387386568104217?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/4712387386568104217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=4712387386568104217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4712387386568104217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4712387386568104217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/06/instructor.html' title='Instructor'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/SGNYDQGv8gI/AAAAAAAAADo/0IfhjSq5xzs/s72-c/5119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-2131924594579124112</id><published>2008-06-19T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:29:13.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are still people living in a state of denial &amp;amp; plain jealousy. And my message to them: I pity you terribly. May God bless you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Denial leads to jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jealousy leads to hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hatred leads to inconveniences to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Inconveniences to others leads to karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And you will get back everything that you have done, worse than what others have suffered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-2131924594579124112?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2131924594579124112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=2131924594579124112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2131924594579124112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2131924594579124112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/06/pity.html' title='pity'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-3088460503769556028</id><published>2008-05-21T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:58:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guys, what can I do to knock some sensible sense into one particular human being to make her realised that she has destroyed my previous career? Or shall I say, I WOULD WANT HER TO DISAPPEAR instead of trying to make things right back again or rubbing salt to the wound and pretended nothing had happened from her side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And to make her stance, vulgarities are used and yet again I'm verbally abused. Could I just throw her some cow dung onto her face?? Well that will satisfy me though..hahaha =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, she really thinks that I will get back at her BUT, I'm not that stupid do so..right pals? Let the ONE handle that for me for HE knows better for his people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As for now, I would skip the teaching career till I'm around the age of 40. I'm into finance in technologies sector. Wish me luck guys! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-3088460503769556028?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/3088460503769556028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=3088460503769556028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3088460503769556028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3088460503769556028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-enemy.html' title='My enemy'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-884579346073071037</id><published>2008-05-12T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:48:01.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have you ever came across a series of folks, where you once called them friends, and yet ashamed and regretted you do so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have you ever stumbled upon a few scenarios where you became a victim of bad gossips till you are slammed with false accusations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have you ever been in a position where your dream career have been stripped off from your grasp due to your "friend's" irresponsible doings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Series after series, folks whom originated from my own circulars, and those whom I once called them &lt;em&gt;friends, &lt;/em&gt;have yet again BETRAYED my trust and ripped off the friendship ties which I had previously treasure &amp;amp; nurture it with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Popeye agreed that I am too naive. Colleagues or ex-colleagues are NO FRIENDS. They are acquaintances. He have been drilling these words into my brain eversince the last incident where my rice bowl is involved. Well, I would say it's just my plain stupidity for trusting them. And right now, my life is infested with their false accusations or theoretical speculations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wait! I'm no depressed. I WAS before but not any longer. Why would I need to when I know the truth, right? In fact, I'm a happier person now. Thanks to Dec and Popeye for all their advises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have Popeye, his true friends (whom are mine too), my family (no matter what), my mum-in-law and the happiness which I have yearn for all these while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not forgetting to all of you whom have been with me thru my toughest turbulence in Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-884579346073071037?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/884579346073071037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=884579346073071037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/884579346073071037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/884579346073071037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-3043661445717438350</id><published>2008-04-30T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:25:26.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This or That?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm back - for a while. I need to pen down my thoughts since I'm at the brink of "career death". It's a long story to begin with but let's not dig that any further for now - at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Katak has taken a huge leap from his IT career to teaching path. Well my thoughts are - since I have obtained the "waste my whole wealth for that piece of paper called degree", should I try to take the same leap of faith as Katak? A stable, nurturing and rewarding career... And since most people mistook me for a teacher, this option may seems well-designed for my "settling down any soon" status. Oh god, please help me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Popeye is tied down with the fire &amp;amp; water, a promising career to begin with, as mentioned by SCDF. My thoughts are - since I have obtained the "waste my whole wealth for that piece of paper called degree", should I try to take start my own promising career with MHA as one of the HASE? A dramatic yet rewarding career... Well, this option may seems a little "off" from my previous work nature, but it shouldn't be any problem to me since I have been working closely with 2 vital ministers before, right? Aye.. Oh my...dear god please help me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-3043661445717438350?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/3043661445717438350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=3043661445717438350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3043661445717438350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3043661445717438350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-or-that.html' title='This or That?'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-1247012511973399080</id><published>2008-02-13T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:10.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As soon as my father was discharged, he began to feel uneasy, edgy and restless staying at home. He was diagnosed as 'cold turkey' by my younger sister, the staff nurse. No nicotine for a few days is the main culprit of his drastic changes. He tends to eat more, does work more, read the same newspaper for several times, irritate the other family members and initiate family outings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The very next day after he was discharged, at about 12.30am, he initiated a trip to Mustafa Centre. Mum &amp;amp; me gave in (to support his no smoking plan) and off we went at the stroke of 1am, meeting Popeye there. Btw, Popeye was utterly shocked to see dad going out despite of his weak condition. However, we had great fun shopping for groceries! It's not necessary to shop actually but just for the thrill. And I ended up with a SGD120.00 bill. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, it didn't just ended there. The same day, in the evening, we went touring around Singapore in our one &amp;amp; only APV and end the trip with a satisfying stomach of Popeye treats from T3 around midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the day after, I gave the whole family the biggest treat ever, that made them weak on their knees and will never ever ask me for it again.. wahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166346177498777538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R7KMediDB8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YtLPkr7i0ww/s320/fun1_0001a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166346413721978834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R7KMsNiDB9I/AAAAAAAAADY/flQOr5jMs3w/s320/fun1_0002b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166346654240147426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R7KM6NiDB-I/AAAAAAAAADg/WkgJUS9v3uE/s320/fun1_0003c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the skyride that gave them the chill down their spines! Worst, it's at night..... who knows there might be visitors behind, below or next to them... JANGAN PANDANG BELAKANG.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P/S: Honestly, my youngest sis lost her wrist watch in the midst of all the fun. Hmm...i wonder.... =)&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/12587781-1247012511973399080?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/1247012511973399080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=1247012511973399080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1247012511973399080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1247012511973399080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-soon-as-my-father-was-discharged-he.html' title=''/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R7KMediDB8I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YtLPkr7i0ww/s72-c/fun1_0001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-3877961530544280078</id><published>2008-02-13T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:48:49.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;February 1st, 2008, 0928hrs, is the day when my family almost lost our precious key person - our father. He almost lost his life to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SMOKING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in addition to his asthmatic history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He fought for his life for 3 straight days in TTSH MICU (Medical Intensive Care Unit), with himself getting intubated, attached to a life supporting machine, providing sufficient oxygen to his lungs. Mum and my younger sis (whom a staff nurse herself in SGH) were with him throughout the 3 days stay in that MICU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The moment I saw him lying on that bed with all those tubes in &amp;amp; out of his body, I never thought that he could make it. I cried hard in between prayers that I almost passed out. It was painful enough to see him in that state, let alone how the patient had suffered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But I am very fortunate. Popeye was there for me, for my mother, my siblings and my father. And Alhamdulillah, my father pulled thru the 5-days ordeal. Thanks to all our relatives &amp;amp; friends for your continuous prayers. Without all of you, I don't think my family could be as strong as what we were at that moment. Thank you...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alhamdulillah...syukur...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P/S: Love you dear. Thanks so much for your support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-3877961530544280078?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/3877961530544280078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=3877961530544280078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3877961530544280078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3877961530544280078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-1st-2008-0928hrs-is-day-when.html' title=''/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-1972512453193610668</id><published>2008-01-30T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:10.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am deeply in love with this man. And I would want to fall in love with him over &amp;amp; over again, for as long as I live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161087250986120130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R5_dgpnTM8I/AAAAAAAAADI/_HRNoXJ8uH0/s320/closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dearest Popeye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What would I be without having you here with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is Love that gives me purpose to change and grow and learn. It is Love that guides me on this path and helps me choose each turn. It is Love that gives me courage to stand against my fears;to open up my heart to you, to let you see my tears. It is Love that gives me trust and hope when little things go wrong. When distance stands between us,it is Love that keeps me strong. It is Love that offers harmony and a friendship that is true. How wonderful that I can share a Love like this with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;P/S: Pardon me for the mushy stuffs, but I just need to let it all out. Just this once. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-1972512453193610668?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/1972512453193610668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=1972512453193610668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1972512453193610668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1972512453193610668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-love-with-you.html' title='In Love with you'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R5_dgpnTM8I/AAAAAAAAADI/_HRNoXJ8uH0/s72-c/closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6382196295630278894</id><published>2008-01-30T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:13.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randon thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel deeply in love with this! It gives me a sense of inner peace with its tranquility state. One of the escapades I would surely go for with my dearie, every affordable moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R5-Bf5nTM4I/AAAAAAAAACo/cM3eYHBEVdE/s1600-h/edit6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160986083031462786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R5-Bf5nTM4I/AAAAAAAAACo/cM3eYHBEVdE/s320/edit6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This recent getaway made me realised that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the one that gives me the reason to learn &amp;amp; grow. The one that keeps me constantly on my toes and gives me the highest strength whenever it's low. Love for the Al-Mighty, for my family, for my dearie, for my fellow friends &amp;amp; for myself. Love gives me that particular sense of security that nothing else in this world could afford to - &lt;em&gt;not even money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160988269169816466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R5-DfJnTM5I/AAAAAAAAACw/-YZJZhMG6P4/s320/edit1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Money is important in our lives. But without love, there's no joy to that. Whom are we going to spend it for aside from the compulsory taxes &amp;amp; expenditures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Approximately 60% of my daily time is spent on my career, 10% for my family, 10% for dearie, 10% for housework, 5% for resting &amp;amp; remaining 5% for the thinking. Sometimes I do wonder, do I need to work that hard to achieve that so-called standard, for securing my future? Do we need to exert this much effort to earn this certain luxury in life? Well, for me, the definition of luxury in life refers to the moment of happiness I would have with my loved ones. But in order to achieve this, we got to be within our comfort zone of survival in this world. We wouldn't want to take any chances of losing it - our "rice bowls".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately especially when season of promotion is on my side. More income = more responsibilities + higher expectations. And all of these will boil down to the same thing - late nights, lack of sleep &amp;amp; lesser quality time for loved ones. Isn't 60% of my time for my career is bad enough? Well, I guess my recent escapade really does helps, together with my prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just think of this: The fatter your pay is, the higher your income tax gonna be! Best is to stay moderate. =) And anyway, I do not believe in 'rice bowls' in this generation. It could be taken away easily at any point of time so, snatch it, preserve it while it's still yours. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiasu-ism &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is what we should have for this area, etched within us. &lt;em&gt;Might be we're born with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160996270693888930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R5-Kw5nTM6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2lWiZiEkamQ/s320/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6382196295630278894?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6382196295630278894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6382196295630278894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6382196295630278894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6382196295630278894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-deeply-in-love-with-this-it.html' title='Randon thoughts'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/R5-Bf5nTM4I/AAAAAAAAACo/cM3eYHBEVdE/s72-c/edit6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7113111316827268530</id><published>2008-01-22T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T08:08:18.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fickle one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAST - EVERY NEW BRAND DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time check: 0530hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;An 'ordinary young career lady' stares blankly at her wardrobe for a approximately 20 mins before deciding what to wear for the day. Ironing has been done for the whole week and it's just a matter of choosing which day to wear the 6 variety "crisp-ironed attires". Hmm...this one? Nope my tummy's a little bulging today...this one? Hmm...no matching head dress for now.. This one? Nah...too warm for the day.. Ok I'll go for the first choice..should I or shouldn't I? Arghh...will dearie fetch me today? If he does then I'll wear this if not that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha..typical scenario of a young lady's relationship between herself &amp;amp; her dear wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PRESENT - EVERY BRAND NEW DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time check: 0600hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The same 'ordinary young career lady' stares at her wardrobe (hint: no more blankly! hehe) for approximately 5 mins before deciding what to wear for the day. She pulls out the chosen top (it's a long sleeved lady's tee) in her desired colour for the day &amp;amp; matching head dress. Voila! And she's done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Secret: Coupled that with a corporate long skirt/pants with a jacket. That does the trick! And the 'ordinary young career lady' wears the same style every working day in assortment fun, yummy colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To all dear 'ordinary young career ladies', if you happened to be one of the lazy bums who couldn't care a damn of dressing fashionably except for dressing smartly, invest on a few good jacket (in basic corporate colours) and have fun stocking up on cheap yet durable long/short sleeve lady tee. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7113111316827268530?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7113111316827268530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7113111316827268530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7113111316827268530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7113111316827268530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/01/fickle-one.html' title='The fickle one'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6818790780085154853</id><published>2008-01-17T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T02:01:31.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta add this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;#1 - There was once, I was told by a HR asst that she ain't an admin. What the *toot* is she talking? Hey lady, please have your feet rooted back to the ground. HR ASS-t is still as admin but specialising in HR sector. Anyway, admin is a humble, decent job. Why the need to shun away from it? Embarassed huh? Get a life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;#2 - You must have been hearing the common stories of nosy female colleagues within a company. Well, sadly to say it STILL do exist in this modern world. The actual facts are twisted and reconstructed, before broadcasting their 'news' in their very own CNN. Pathetic aren't they? High class &lt;em&gt;BIATCH. &lt;/em&gt;It's amazing to watch them in actions. tsk...tsk...tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;#3 - Permanent placing is very crucial in company A. Every staff is fighting for it. There is this one particular person, proudly boasting to every one, she was given the offer. Why couldn't a human just stay normal? Why the need to act big when you are still small?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;#4 - There is this couple who have had their nikah but have not done their wedding reception. 3 months later, the wife gets preggy. A conservative muslim lady (a colleague to the wife) began to wonder aloud, "how could she be preggy when she have not had her wedding reception yet?? And I've not even seen her nikah photos at all!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I juz have to blog these. I am bloody pissed upon hearing &amp;amp; witnesses all these scenarios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Especially #4. Doesn't the "conservative muslim lady" knows that nikah is the most important of all?? And so what if the wife doesn't want to display her nikah pics yet? That's her decision, not yours. And does she need to paste her marriage cert on her forehead??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And #3! Macam nak &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lombok &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(splattered &amp;amp; rub on the surface of - in javanese language) &lt;em&gt;mulut&lt;/em&gt; (mouth) biatches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please people, what is wrong with ADMIN work? I've been there before. What is so shameless about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6818790780085154853?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6818790780085154853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6818790780085154853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6818790780085154853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6818790780085154853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2008/01/gotta-add-this.html' title='gotta add this'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6128765837995095217</id><published>2007-12-31T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:06:17.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my 2008 new year resolutions: TO HAVE A CONSISTENT FREQUENT UPDATES ON MY BLOG. KATAK WILL BE MY ROLE MODEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p/s: Am i absolutely right, Dec, Freek? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6128765837995095217?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6128765837995095217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6128765837995095217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6128765837995095217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6128765837995095217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6590008233065908191</id><published>2007-09-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:02:30.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Didn't mind the tough peak moments at work now. Forget the junks &amp;amp; shits I've went thru daily, 24 hours to be precise. Push aside the sleepless nights and insufficient rest. Forget all of those. Cast them away for I am falling in love every second, every beat of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Deeply in love with something simple yet sincere is the greatest gift of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, I'm constantly in love with my family, my Popeye, my paycheck. Love all of them dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Spread the word of love to those you cherish now and forever. Keep on loving every second for they could banish the toughest moments you've went thru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6590008233065908191?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6590008233065908191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6590008233065908191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6590008233065908191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6590008233065908191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-love.html' title='In Love'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6579128116959437300</id><published>2007-09-14T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:45:41.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slmt Berpuasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To all my dearie muslim bloggers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;May you have a fruitful, meaningful Ramadhan ahead of you. May it filled with full of Barakah, Insya'Allah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;And to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy staying in the office till wee hours of the next day and throughout the weekends as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Katak, Freek, Dec, Winnie, anyone??? Help me out!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6579128116959437300?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6579128116959437300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6579128116959437300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6579128116959437300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6579128116959437300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/09/slmt-berpuasa.html' title='Slmt Berpuasa'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-175655602647050734</id><published>2007-09-05T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:53:29.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey beautiful ladies out there. I'm planning to buy some online stuffs from Victoria Secret this month. So, if you have something in mind for yourself too, come along, down be shy. You can hop your orders into mine as well and you could save some $. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Click on "TINKERBELLS" section and view your desired items. Hope to get those orders in by latest 15th September. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-175655602647050734?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/175655602647050734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=175655602647050734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/175655602647050734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/175655602647050734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/09/orders.html' title='Orders'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-2546552410192990243</id><published>2007-09-04T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:43:20.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, enough said about my work. I'm still alive &amp; kicking right here, with my family &amp;amp; Popeye close to me. I'm very much in love with Popeye, still and will be forever (with Allah's blessings) and both of us are still preparing.. Busy with hunting down our dream crib - we do actually have targeted one though! shh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We'll update you as soon as we have confirmed all the details ya. In the meantime, let's keep it hush =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yes, not forgetting my promises. I have some juicy news for you folks - movie tix for grabs! So keep on sending those requests of your fav/desired movies (be it coming soon or are on the blockbuster now!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Katak &amp;amp; Dec - Ramadhan dah nak menjelang...adakah anda berdua nak arrange any buka puasa session together? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-2546552410192990243?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2546552410192990243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=2546552410192990243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2546552410192990243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2546552410192990243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-910092548053123361</id><published>2007-09-04T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:14.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F&amp;A Award Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Folks, these are the latest happenings among my busy hectic working life. It may appeared silly but, it surely do add some "kick" to our dull, routine life in P&amp;G. &lt;strong&gt;F&amp;amp;A Award night &lt;/strong&gt;it is. The night where all from the finance groups, came forward with their best imaginary skills ever, and let their hairs down, loose! And of course, not to mention silly. Hahaha...... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106255197819708178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/Rt0QDF6JIxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6DHPKSB7YLI/s320/pinkfairies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what I meant. And I'm very sure I do not miss the steps on how to fly. It should be my weight! =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106255554301993762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/Rt0QX16JIyI/AAAAAAAAACY/sPZhwiz5XAQ/s320/pinkangels6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this.. oh boy, I sure do appear like a dwarf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106256559324341042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/Rt0RSV6JIzI/AAAAAAAAACg/GLVBy3YjLzE/s320/pinkangels7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;again...the shorty among them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What appeared in these pics are just our happy moments which lasted about 4 hours from 7.30pm onwards. A few hours prior to this event, was a painful session for me @ Ritz Carlton (btw, this event took place in Grand Copthorne Waterfront). Well, try to visualise these and it might explain the cob webs in my blog. The itinerary for the past 2 weeks (not to mention the week before and so on).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) 20th till 23rd August - overseas meetings as well as preparation for the upcoming training. In addidtion to this, I'm recuperating from my previous surgery. My typical day begins from 730am and ended at about 930pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) 24th August -  attended multiple SG meetings in the day while completing my primary workscope in the evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3) 25th August (Sat) - came back to office with the help of my little brother, to do the setup for the training. To ensure my slides are perfectly fine, materials are available and ad-hoc stuffs. We stayed till about 5pm. I was already in the midst of having a high fever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4) 27th August - reached office as early as 7am to ensure all logistics for the training are in tip top condition. This is what happens if there isn't any admin available to assist. Full day dedicated in conducting the training where most P&amp;G folks from all over the world, flew down to Singapore to attend. See? This is chaotic &amp;amp; hectic. And in the evening all 50 pax, were single-handled by me, and directed to attend the dinner session to the eatery located in United Square (my office is in Novena Square), and presenting my slides, while they busy chomping on their meals. No wonder Popeye is always angry. I rather handle kids than fully developed adults!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5) 28th August - the training continues without the dinner though =).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6) 29th August - AAI Summit meeting in Ritz carlton (full day). It was crazy knowing that all the big bosses of P&amp;G from all over the world are attending this! I barely have any rest at all or ample time to prep myself for this huge meeting! The day ended at about 8pm. In between lunch time, Popeye helped me out in getting the costumes for the F&amp;amp;A Night awards which is on 30th August! And ME AGAIN of all people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7) 30th August - AAI Summit meeting in Ritz continues with a few rushing in betweens. It was a mad day for me, especially knowing the fact that my temperature was 38.7 degrees. Rushed off from Ritz to Novena Square at about 5pm, and hastened to Grand Copthorne Waterfront, in time for the event. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You know what Katak? It really PAYS A LOT to be a manager. Especially if we are not having any kids yet. They really do squeeze you dry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-910092548053123361?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/910092548053123361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=910092548053123361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/910092548053123361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/910092548053123361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/09/f-award-nights.html' title='F&amp;A Award Nights'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/Rt0QDF6JIxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6DHPKSB7YLI/s72-c/pinkfairies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-1278034346468496967</id><published>2007-09-04T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:27:32.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuperating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thousands of apologies for the cob webs, for the dusty and stagnant blog that have been formed for the past few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babe - &lt;/strong&gt;No need for any Bangladeshi worker to clear this up. I'll have this blog furnished in no time. =) trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katak - &lt;/strong&gt;Thanks for your concerns ya.. I will have this blog fully updated on what areas that you guys have missed. Yummy juicy news coming up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-1278034346468496967?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/1278034346468496967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=1278034346468496967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1278034346468496967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1278034346468496967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/09/recuperating.html' title='Recuperating'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-8095671456619264923</id><published>2007-07-07T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T15:37:19.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today's the DAY &amp; my heart's beating like mad while waiting for that important person, that could transform this flaw face to something beyond my abilities. 3 hours more to go and it feels like 3 years! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Will I going to be alright? Will everything goes smoothly as planned? Will Popeye going to be here on time? Why is the time going too slow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-8095671456619264923?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/8095671456619264923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=8095671456619264923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/8095671456619264923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/8095671456619264923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-day-my-hearts-beating-like-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7823047470066020682</id><published>2007-06-16T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T08:05:21.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you heard of this proverb in malay - "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Measure the clothes on your own body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's good and healthy (sometimes) if you were to heed the advices/actions beneath those proverbs (if you could understand though) in your Life. It proves to be positive, even in today's society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the past, tyrants claimed heads on whims. Nowadays, spoilt children rule as little tyrants in their homes. They are never happy with anything given by you. Give them a piggy back ride on your shoulders, they will want to ride on your head next. That's how a Malay proverb describes brats : " shoulders given, head demanded".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks who are not in favour of administering the cane may opt to reason with the brats. While this is the prerogative of parents, we know it is not easy to get through to unresponsive ears. Sometimes it's like talking to a wall that only an electric drill can penetrate. Therefore the Malay saying: " drilling words into the ear" to illustrate advice given on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately not everyone is a brat. It is possible to talk many people into performing tasks that they normally dislike. The right kind of persuasion is as powerful as great physical strength since " a sweet mouth breaks the bone." When executed gently, it is said to make one happy to "thresh" his "bone" on your behalf - one of the malay ways of denoting working extremely hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the very irresponsible way of using one's mouth is " the forked tongue of a monitor lizard." Famous in malay when referring to capricious folks. Among all reptilian creatures that flicker forked tongues, why choose the monitor lizard? When you feed fresh meat to a monitor lizard in captivity, it would rather wait another two days to partake its meal rotten. Most probably due to its preference for foul- smelling food plus its relatively huge size which comes with a tongue more conspicuous makes it a suitable symbol of a big stinky liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little palms spread out with a sieve" is the way of expressing a million thanks. Why not just take a pail to collect from the benefactor? The sieve in this proverb is used to winnow out the chaff, leaving only valuable paddy grains. So in the eyes of the grateful person, everything he has received is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fast and efficient worker is liken to a common cockroach. However, a child who has "hands of the cockroach" is one whose hands are always restless. Most mothers can tell you how fast a toddler can lay his hands on almost everything and does his restlessness remind you the way a darn cockroach roaming all over your stuff? The only way to stop both is a...slap! =) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to people who "talk to the knees?" Knees can never respond intelligently so it means speaking to fools. Why are knees compared to fools? That would be like asking why "talk to the hands." One thing for sure, the expression "talk to the knees" shows contempt but not as rude as " talk to the hands" and it is not racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feet up, head down" extols industriousness, apparently a farmer who has to bend his back to cultivate the field. A person whose head is down whenever his feet are up works continuously to earn a living. This brings us to the toe and the end of a brief discussion on common proverbs without touching a single Malay word on your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear bloggers or readers, care to share more? =) Let's drill our rusty brains (ehem! except for Freek, she has a fresh brain, mind you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to Wan Yee.&lt;/span&gt;&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/12587781-7823047470066020682?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7823047470066020682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7823047470066020682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7823047470066020682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7823047470066020682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/06/proverbs.html' title='Proverbs'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6933002003262967641</id><published>2007-06-14T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:51:04.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- as in the Arabian proverb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The death of a friend is equivalent to the loss of a limb. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- as in the German proverb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life without a friend is like death without a witness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- as in the Spanish proverb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But what are your definition of friends? To those who have been with a group of sincere &amp; fun-loving companions, I'm happy for you. For those who hadn't, I empathise for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do not have any who stays. In fact, I do not have one from the start. Now I begin to understand that all of them are just acquaintances despite knowing that previously I've been convincing myself, that they are INDEED my friends. A fool I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But thank you so much Dec, Winnie, BabyMelon, TyRay &amp;amp; now, Katak &amp;amp; Freek. You guys light up my life. If not for Popeye who have done the bridging of our friendship, I wouldn't know the meaning of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Without you guys is just like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Han Solo without Chewbecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Chilli without belacan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Peanut butter without banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Fork without spoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Hand wrist without a watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Guys, a tribute to you all. =) Dec, Freek, how's that for my tribute to you? (incomparable to Dec's romantic moods)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6933002003262967641?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6933002003262967641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6933002003262967641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6933002003262967641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6933002003262967641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/06/f.html' title=''/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-5240447990343986515</id><published>2007-06-14T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:15:03.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health vs Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stuggling in between. Health vs Work vs Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some people see life as a battle.  Every encounter is a struggle, and if they don't win, they feel like they have lost.  Others view life as an adventure.  A new day brings new opportunities to explore.  If something goes badly today, there's always tomorrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Battle - Everything is a competition or a struggle.  We are always either winning or losing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden - Relationships are cultivated like flowers or vegetables.  We see things as growing, flowering, producing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission - We believe that we have the truth and we need to convince others that our point-of-view is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey or an adventure - We travel from place to place meeting new people and exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building - Starting with a solid foundation, then adding floors and rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roller Coaster - Life consists of ups and downs, and we are along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stained-glass window - full of light and colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Climb - Life consists of hierarchies.  We are always climbing the corporate ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race - always finding the fastest route, "keeping up with the Jonses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtroom - Everything in life should be fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping Stones - We barely get comfortable where we are before we are looking for better job or a bigger house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison - Feeling like we don't have choices, like others have all the power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classroom - There are always new lessons to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battery - Every encounter seems to drain energy.  We need the weekends to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the life metaphors that run people's lives. What metaphor(s) fit your life?  Do they work or do they cause problems and limit your choices?  It's possible to change metaphors, but it's not easy.  Good mental health includes having life metaphors that work.  As for me I have varieties - and that explains the turbulence in my Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your &lt;em&gt;metaphors&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/12587781-5240447990343986515?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/5240447990343986515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=5240447990343986515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5240447990343986515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5240447990343986515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/06/health-vs-work.html' title='Health vs Work'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6837916781093457865</id><published>2007-05-27T13:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T14:15:15.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The waiting is finally over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The results are here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And the winner is...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please check your hp if you have received any sms-es from me or via e-mails. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After reading several of your tags in my board, I was practically having a good time, enjoying every single one of them. You guys have good sense of humor and imagination ya.. Kudos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Allow me to describe the real scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1) I wasn't alone in that room with just my fellow photographer. There are indeed about 12 other people seated in the other corner of the room. That table is a centre workdesk for the main presenter to have his/her stuffs placed and align for easy access for all attendees (if there are any notes or handouts to be given out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2) It was a very crucial meeting, a closing one to be precise for our FY2006. There are several discrepancies previously and my team &amp; I have ammended it accordingly and thus, we have to explain to the board of directors and auditors, to justify our ammendments (Katak, this is the one that causes my MIA).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3) It ain't any lovey dovey poems for Popeye =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4) It ain't any Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet thingy =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5) It ain't got anything to do with my laptop =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6) I was just about to start my explanation. Yes it's true I was damn nervous, I was afraid my reason would be condemned instantly. I do have butterflies in my stomach at that point of time with no one else seated near the table. I was looking at the screen. And to be honest, if you were there at that point of time, you wouldn't be able to see that pose I had on the pic. It happened in a split seconds and thanks to Geek, he was a damn lucky lad, managed to snap it using his new Canon digicam. Thanks hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had just stood up from my seat. And I was pointing both arms towards the graphs on the screen, gesturing the others to look at it too (don't blame me, all eyes were on me that moment!), while swallowing a big lump of saliva down my throat, taking a deep deep breath before stammering some stupid remarks.. heh. Tsk...tsk.... All of these happened within that shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just a simple pic, with simple gestures can create a great impact on each of your imaginary system. *LOL* Good work guys. And as promised, the winner/winners do get their tix to Fantastic Four 2, this coming 16th June 2007 (Saturday). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To the winner/winners: Do get back to me if the date ain't appropriate for you. I would have to get common dates for all winners. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6837916781093457865?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6837916781093457865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6837916781093457865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6837916781093457865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6837916781093457865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/05/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-134859952038289757</id><published>2007-05-25T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:14.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainstrom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RlXANC81lJI/AAAAAAAAACI/ja_G39TQ6lU/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068168286038234258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RlXANC81lJI/AAAAAAAAACI/ja_G39TQ6lU/s320/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What the hell am I doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My dear bloggers, take a look at this pic. Try to figure out what I'm doing or perhaps, what the heck am I trying to convey? Quick! There's no limitation in guessing. Leave your tags on my board and I shall reveal the answers pretty soon.... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Winner shall get a couple of movie tix on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Disclaimer: Only original answers will be accepted. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-134859952038289757?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/134859952038289757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=134859952038289757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/134859952038289757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/134859952038289757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/05/brainstrom.html' title='Brainstrom'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RlXANC81lJI/AAAAAAAAACI/ja_G39TQ6lU/s72-c/DSC01223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-1640531839087235993</id><published>2007-05-23T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:14.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last Sunday's family outing was pretty fun. We hadn't plan anything but yet, it turned out to be a bless for all of us. Initially I wanted to bring my lil' ducklings out to grab a few stuffs for them. It's been such a long time since I went out with them. Popeye suggested bowling as most of us are dying to have a few hands on before our skills go rusty (or perhaps we have always been one!). And we did! We had great fun @ Marina Square Superbowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067554118599808130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RlORny81lII/AAAAAAAAACA/Ez0_7EzOBn8/s320/us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the fun didn't just ended there. My parents joined us for dinner @ Seoul Garden in Tampines Mall. Oh boy! Practically we spent more time in cooking the food rather than savouring it. Haha! As usual, my white flag of surrender went up the earliest. I've never been a good fan of buffet. Never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Most importantly, it was a good bonding session among us. For me &amp; popeye, as well as popeye &amp;amp; my family members. Popeye's gonna be one of us pretty soon anyway. =) Insya'Allah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-1640531839087235993?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/1640531839087235993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=1640531839087235993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1640531839087235993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1640531839087235993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/05/outing.html' title='Outing'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RlORny81lII/AAAAAAAAACA/Ez0_7EzOBn8/s72-c/us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-2010386961660023325</id><published>2007-05-23T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:14.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Busy as a buzzle bee. =) That's what I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There have been too many financial discrepancies and issues @ work, which requires my full attention and dedication. Needless to say, I hadn't allocate any time for myself with the current schedule I am holding on to. But there are ample time to spend for family &amp; popeye though. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now I kept on wondering, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING IN A FINANCE DEPT &amp;amp; IN A FINANCE ROLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;???" Sheesh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Diploma in Computer Science + Adv diploma in Computer Science + Bachelor in Computing = Finance Mgr ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shouldn't it be :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Diploma in Computer Science + Adv diploma in Computer Science + Bachelor in Computing = IT Mgr ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I couldn't see any connection in the first equation. Hmm..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067551309691196530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RlOPES81lHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/40BePvx2JCk/s320/DSC01210.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm seeing these most of the time! Oooo...how I wished it carrys my name on it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/12587781-2010386961660023325?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2010386961660023325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=2010386961660023325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2010386961660023325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2010386961660023325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/05/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RlOPES81lHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/40BePvx2JCk/s72-c/DSC01210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-4226378569982350319</id><published>2007-05-14T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T02:22:35.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time check: 0210hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I'm still wide awake, not even the slightest urge to sleep nor do I feel sleepy. Toss &amp; turn in bed each time I forced myself to shut my eyes. Hmm... In about 3 hours' time I have to get myself ready for work and later in the evening I have a conference from 1730hrs till 1930hrs! Oh boy...and what on earth am I doing at this point of time?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Supposed to wear something formal but what the heck! I'm going to wear my favourite dark-coloured jeans with a black formal top, covered pointy heels and my "all-in-one" laptop backpack. Heh! Yeah... no dainty, little flowery handbags for me. I'm so totally into backpack or perhaps any big bags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Popeye was a little worried for me. Why?? Simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;90% of the participants for the evening conference are males and there'll be non-P&amp;amp;Gers as well.. So, you've got the picture? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-4226378569982350319?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/4226378569982350319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=4226378569982350319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4226378569982350319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4226378569982350319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-check-0210hrs-and-im-still-wide.html' title=''/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6038780597314729000</id><published>2007-05-13T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:47:24.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A tribute to my one &amp; only lovely mum - Rosmah Bte xxxxx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To my grandmums - Dara Bte xxxxxx &amp;amp; Jamilah Bte xxxxx &amp; my future mum-in-law - Kalsom Bte xxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love you so much mama. My love for you is uncomparable to yours, which you have been showering lavishly on me and the the trios. Yours are unlimited, unconditional and pure that no one else in the world could ever give. As time goes by, as I grow older by the day, I could feel the sadness within you. One fine day, I would belong to someone else, my Popeye to be precise (Insya'Allah). I would be, in turn, be like YOU - a wife, a mother and eventually a grandmother too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would do the same to my future children, as what you have done for me. Succeed in Life - 'Duniawi &amp;amp; Ukhrawi'. If not for you, I wouldn't be what I am right now, Ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And Ma, no matter what happens, I am still your daughter till the end of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love you Mama and HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P/S: Happy Mother's Day to all mummies &amp;amp; future mummies out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6038780597314729000?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6038780597314729000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6038780597314729000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6038780597314729000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6038780597314729000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/05/tribute-to-my-one-only-lovely-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-970534464163095028</id><published>2007-05-10T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:39:56.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I need help desperately @ work. No more PA, no AA, no secretary...aww shucks! I have to handle everything from A to Z, to cater my assistance to seniors &amp; juniors and little time for my own assignments. So what's left for me? 0200hrs - 0500hrs - to complete my work @ home. And what's the time left for me to sleep? 0500hrs - 0530hrs. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q: And what did I do at every meeting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: Zzzzz...... (tape recorder at my side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q: What did I do during lunch time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: Zzzzz....in one of the phone booth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q: What did I do during tea break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: Rush somewhere to get some on-the-go bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q: What time do I normally knock off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: 2100hrs the earliest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q: How much do I earn every month, assuming at the same rate as above-mentioned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: Worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q: What will happen next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: Another death. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q: Will the bosses agreed that staff overwork?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: Nah, staff over-exert themselves. Doesn't know how to juggle their time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q: Worth staying the same place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A: Yes when compared to other previous workplace I've stepped in before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm BRAIN-DEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But, I'm aiming to add my resume with a couple of years in a mgmt position within an MNC first, before boarding on a new ship. So, what's next? Hmmmm......... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dec, Katak, TyRay, come join my trend! Hehehe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-970534464163095028?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/970534464163095028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=970534464163095028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/970534464163095028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/970534464163095028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back.html' title='IM BACK!'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7038143592073114796</id><published>2007-05-07T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T19:00:00.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm practically running around the whole day today. I reached office as early as 0720 hrs this morning, completed all urgent issues by 0830hrs and rushed off to NDC (National Dental Centre) to meet Popeye. I was feeling rather feverish and giddy at that point of time. I've requested for WFH (work from home) for the rest of the day and was approved (thanked goodness). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reached NDC at about 0850 hrs, saw Popeye sitting at one corner with his dentist standing at his side. He was quite nervous and restless today. When I apporached him, the dentist told me that Popeye wanted to see me first before proceeding his surgery (he had some dental complications). It saddens me to see the way he looked and smile at me. What's going to happen?? I wondered aloud. I was uneasy the whole time at the reception area, waiting for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The surgery took almost 3 hrs and my dear Popeye staggered out from the OT at about 1150hrs. I ran to him just in time to get a grip of his arm and assist him to our seats. He was very weak. And the dentist told me that he fell and was unconscious for almost an hour due to the anaesthetic dosage that they had given him. Astaghfirullah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What did I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haha..yeah I cried initially. Then I realised that I'm supposed to be strong for him despite knowing that I myself isn't physically fit today. I'm having a temperature of 38.5 at that moment. However, it's nice to know that he's depending on me this time (usually, it's vice-versa). I feel good! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So off I sent him home (figure out how i did it) immediately after everything's settled. He slept throughout the whole journey and it took me approximately 40 minutes to reached his void deck. Bravo!!!! I did it! =) Anyway, for those who have figured it out, shhhh.... keep it among yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7038143592073114796?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7038143592073114796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7038143592073114796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7038143592073114796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7038143592073114796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-practically-running-around-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-1914920378995955599</id><published>2007-05-02T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T01:28:34.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's such a head spinner.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp; I'm referring to "shaping and stepping" into my new phase in Life with someone else in time to come. Most couples would be busy preparing for their BIG DAY whereas me &amp;amp; Popeye would be working things out backwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't worry Dec, Insya'Allah...you could save up in time. Have faith.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Popeye &amp; myself have decided to search for our ideal crib first. We wouldn't want to mess our parents' house during our BIG DAY. We wouldn't want to spend much either for that event. We have bigger plans for our future. So we've planned to have 2-in-1 wedding affair since it will be done at our own void deck. Insya'Allah...please help us to fulfill our dreams the Al-Mighty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wouldn't it be lovely to know our house is waiting for us after the whole event ended? Our own crib, with our favourite colours splashed over every walls, my own decor... *dreamy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And we barely have sufficient time to plan all these and save up. Dec, let's cheer one another up. Yes we can do it! I know we can! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winnie - &lt;/strong&gt;I hope you managed to get that superb mak andam from that bridal you have signed up with. Sms me if you have forgotten her name *wink*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-1914920378995955599?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/1914920378995955599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=1914920378995955599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1914920378995955599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1914920378995955599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/05/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-389929882402367728</id><published>2007-04-27T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T15:29:24.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail WAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heard of "WAR OF BLOGS" before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How about "WAR OF E-MAILS"? Well, it happened at my workplace now. No matter how much my boss had made me suffer, when it comes to my department/team as in a whole, I would fight through for them regardless what the consequences will be. That's my vow for as long as I am in this current position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Freek, I will get my adamantium claws ready this time. So will my fangs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank goodness for my habit in collecting concrete proofs (sometimes it gets redundant &amp; overloaded my inbox/folders..hahaha) before getting into any war. Tsk..tsk... And the losers still refuse to accept the fate that they are in their losing ends. Poor thing.... (serves them right!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Imagine this scenario, my boss, whom is a super duper busy BIG boss, do pick up phone calls, do attend to ST/CM and spend time with her staffs (even though it's a little teeny weeny time). While an "ikan bilis" like me (just that he's been with the CO for 5 yrs &amp; not even a senior post) has the cheek to reject phone calls, ST/CM or even meetings which requires special/immediate attention!!! Let alone the casual ones.. Darn! An idiot he is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And as per normal, I would get angry for someone else &amp;amp; this time is for my boss. I banged the table when I saw him, attacking him with multiple e-mails when he accused my department for not being proactive and left him out. Love you my lappy (even though they issued an old one, it works miracle)! Love you my PDA. Love you my Blackberry. Love you my Lotus Notes. Without you, I can't work in peace.... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-389929882402367728?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/389929882402367728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=389929882402367728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/389929882402367728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/389929882402367728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-mail-war.html' title='E-mail WAR'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-5729166866191547512</id><published>2007-04-24T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:10:05.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The "it doesn't make sense" lady made me blew my top this morning. How i wished i could mash her up like a big dough of plasticine/clay, stretch and smash it, over and over again. Or perhaps squeeze her like what we will do with a "stress ball". Or, line her up as one of the bowl pins, and ace it with a strike. Hmm...i think i can go on and on endlessly with my imagination of anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DO NEED TO ENROL MYSELF IN AN ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She interrogated me for a couple of times for her foolishness in delegating the wrong tasks to the wrong peeps. Her mistake, I clean it up??? I wonder which Thesaurus did she use.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She's tested my patience way too far. I BANGED the table for the first time in my entire working life (not to mention to my big boss/superior). Actually, it startled me too (i jostled a little at the sound of the bang - reminds me of the accident..haha), but i kept composed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This chapter will continue&lt;/em&gt;........after this meeting of mine. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-5729166866191547512?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/5729166866191547512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=5729166866191547512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5729166866191547512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5729166866191547512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/cover-that.html' title='Cover that!'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-3161192997498511200</id><published>2007-04-23T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T08:34:39.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Embarassing. That's what I felt today as early as 730am, when I've reached office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've had 2 big visitors from US, Cincinatti and today would be my first to meet them after about 3 months communicating via e-mails &amp; Sametime connect. So much for the first impression, I slipped and fell  in the mtg room! Arghh..... And it isn't those horrible way and in fact, it's like as though I'm doing some sort of ballet dance and end it with me sitting on the floor. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Graceful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as described by my visitors. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dec &amp; Winnie, I think you have seen me in that brown, long flare skirt with box pleats all around (when we met up at Pizza Hut quite some time back). Just imagine sitting down with the skirt nicely spread, creating a circular around me on the floor. And there wasn't even a "thud" or slightest sound. Tsk....tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would blame it all on my Popeye for sending me an sms early in the morning and had me dreamy ever since then. =) Love you dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-3161192997498511200?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/3161192997498511200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=3161192997498511200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3161192997498511200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3161192997498511200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/paisey.html' title='Paisey'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7735109638815003782</id><published>2007-04-22T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:11:13.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-uh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Big lady boss will be back as of tomorrow onwards from her week of vacation. Hell @ work is expected. Will forsee that my "knock off session from work" will not be earlier than 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So please pardon me if i'm starting back to my MIA ways. =) But no worries, I won't go to the extend of abandoning this pinky blog of mine. Hmm....should I give it revamp too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7735109638815003782?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7735109638815003782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7735109638815003782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7735109638815003782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7735109638815003782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/uh-uh.html' title='uh-uh'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-2393625197100613481</id><published>2007-04-20T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T06:47:26.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love no other</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bless me &amp; Popeye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I want no other than my Popeye. Yes, despite all the turbulent times together, I have the sweetest &amp; memorable moments too. It's true, I have made up my mind &amp;amp; it's finalised. I want to be with him till end of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pray for me dear bloggers for he's the missing piece in my jigsaw puzzle which I have been searching for the past 25 years. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dear Popeye, if you are reading this, this entry is specially dedicated to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-2393625197100613481?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2393625197100613481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=2393625197100613481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2393625197100613481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2393625197100613481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-no-other.html' title='I love no other'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-1534588967443158840</id><published>2007-04-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:11:18.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE - Declone, SuNtasia,TyRay &amp; Babymelon for the quick response to my urgencies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for your advices too - Katak &amp;amp; Declone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's high time to explain to my Popeye about the existence of this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I almost lost my life AGAIN, for the 2nd time this month. I think and believe it's a sign, might not be now but later...coming soon. I have to be mentally prepared, physically and internally too. Recall back, yesterday while on the way back home, I was &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; knocked down by a motorcycle at the traffic light. Of all people, he chose to almost rammed into me. Two days ago, a truck &lt;strong&gt;almost &lt;/strong&gt;dragged me down by my laptop bag while i'm crossing the zebra crossing. It happened too fast for anyone to react. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And this morning, on the way to work, the train gave a sudden brake between Pasir Ris &amp; Tampines MRT station; forcing most of the commuters (including me) to create dominos effect. I was the first bottom. Thank god the rest were petite enough and I'm able to withstand the weight (for a minute at most). I think I should have just stick to bus rides like I used to do since day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Previously, during my first incident when I cheated DEATH was in CTE (on the way to work in a cab). My taxi was in the filter lane (as what described by the taxi driver) with a big lorry ahead of us. Suddenly, a cement truck rammed from the back, hit my taxi, creating a sandwich effect. Fortunately, my taxi was 40% sandwiched and I escaped with a sprain on my neck and several bruises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And today, in a taxi again, while I'm about to alight, an "orientation bus" rammed the back of the taxi, forcing my head to hit the taxi door and hit the drain by the roadside. I was unconscious for at least 4 hours and luckily, my right leg which was under the taxi was not run over by the taxi hind wheels when the impact caused the taxi to move forward from its stationary position. I suffered from concusion, bruises on my forehead and scratches on my leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's not the time yet for me but it's a call...a WAKE UP call. I better finish all unfinished business of mine and get it done quick. I should cherish all what I have right now before it's all gone in a split second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To my family - I love all of you very much and I can never thank you enough for what you have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To my Popeye - I love you too with all my heart..you are my strength, my water, my fire &amp; backbone in our life. I could never imagine what i will do if you weren't around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To my dear bloggers - I adore you to bits. Thank you for everything that you have done especially in making my blog ALIVE &amp;amp; KICKING. I owe you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To my staff &amp; colleagues - Thank you from A to Z during the 9am to 6pm every weekdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To Allah - Thank you for giving me the opportunity again to correct what is wrong, filling in the gaps in my Life, perfecting the imperfection &amp;amp; to finish the unfinished/incomplete tasks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-1534588967443158840?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/1534588967443158840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=1534588967443158840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1534588967443158840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1534588967443158840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7905676343502911060</id><published>2007-04-19T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:18:51.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fertile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ma'am, can i go back early today?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- fyi, this staff report to work at 1030hr today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have plans with my guy this evening, our 3rd anniversary.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &amp; fyi again, her guy is another staff from the same CO, different department, and has been making me on my nerves with his &lt;em&gt;crocodile character &lt;/em&gt;till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Should I pity this staff of mine? Should I give in to her just this once? (&amp; i hv to complete all the reports &amp;amp; statistics alone till late at night, knowing the fact that popeye isn't fetching me??) Why is it so difficult for me to say "NO"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Actually I don't really mind if she need to knock off 2 hours earlier than the usual, IF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1) she report to work on time or earlier (this is common sense, am I right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2) she don't mind having lunch-on-the-go (well, since she came in late, knocking off early &amp; normally took abt 2 hrs for lunch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3) completed all her tasks that she's assigned to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4) a good potential staff right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess this is what happen to all fresh grads (majority) who doesn't have/minimal work experience and was given a comfortable position in a top-notch MNC! They should start from scratch like most of us went through - the sufferings, the torments, the low-paid salary, the injustice, the unstable position.. only then, will they realise how lucky they are and grateful to what they have been given. Tsk..tsk.. I just hope my siblings and future kids would not do such a thing. I'll make sure I'll educate them early before they start off their working life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, should I still permit this staff to go off early? Hmm... Polling time bloggers!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7905676343502911060?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7905676343502911060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7905676343502911060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7905676343502911060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7905676343502911060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/fertile.html' title='Fertile'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-4733077856757530718</id><published>2007-04-17T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T10:28:09.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben &amp; Jerry's craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am furious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All my staffs are gone around 2.30pm! I was busy clearing some issues to help them out and there they went happily to get their free scoop of ice-cream from ***********. I shall not reveal where it's from because it's unfair for them. It's not their fault. These staffs of mine should bear all the responsibilities. If they could not resist the temptations, they should do it during their lunch time, am I right? I am amused by these antics of theirs. Middle-aged career personnels acting like mid-primary school kids! (Slapped on the forehead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm not an unreasonable manager who loves to man-handle her staffs. I don't demand. I don't place any high expectations. All I wanted is to complete any tasks issued immediately. So that every day is a new chapter. Why can't they understand this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or am I too lenient to them as described by my boss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Could it be my mistake in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Help me out dear bloggers.. if only I could turn back time... if only I did not accept this new post of mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Life would be so much easier with more time for myself, popeye, family, friends and.....my beauty sleep. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-4733077856757530718?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/4733077856757530718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=4733077856757530718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4733077856757530718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4733077856757530718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/ben-jerrys-craze.html' title='Ben &amp; Jerry&apos;s craze'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-5877572667212845405</id><published>2007-04-17T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:15.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dedicate this entry specially to my bloggie-mates, Declone, Winnie, Katak &amp; Freek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you for the quality time spent last Saturday. Indeed, it was a splendid affair (eliminate any negative issues - i can't think of any actually). Kudos to Dec, for the great planning of the event be it in terms of logistics or detailed itinerary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec &lt;/strong&gt;- Sincere apologies if either me or Popeye may have caused any hiccups along the way without realising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freek &lt;/strong&gt;- Apologies if I'm a little annoying &amp;amp; talkative that day. Just want to break the ice and was hoping you won't feel left out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katak &lt;/strong&gt;- Apologies if I didn't intro Popeye to you properly. I was a little akward that day. And thousands of apologies for the "mis-navigating" Popeye during the journey to your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winnie &lt;/strong&gt;- We've MADE it!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And the day was enjoyed by this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054363006522949058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RiS0YBGs_cI/AAAAAAAAABY/mNOtvmWLeLo/s320/abangs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054363423134776786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RiS0wRGs_dI/AAAAAAAAABg/rQf5h299onE/s320/ladies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054363891286212066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RiS1LhGs_eI/AAAAAAAAABo/_d540yIPc_c/s320/group1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054364372322549234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RiS1nhGs_fI/AAAAAAAAABw/StigIQ8MbHI/s320/14042007470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one bothered to take snapshots of the food. Why? Simply because we are too busy savouring the food, bbq-ed by the ladies' darlings. Thumbs up for the chefs! Great work guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-5877572667212845405?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/5877572667212845405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=5877572667212845405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5877572667212845405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5877572667212845405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RiS0YBGs_cI/AAAAAAAAABY/mNOtvmWLeLo/s72-c/abangs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-4379062945050014893</id><published>2007-04-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:23:04.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chaotic is what I would describe my workplace today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TODAY is the day where all my team united to close the quarter-end FIRM. And finally....BUT it wasn't with sunshine and butterflies. It was done with thunders, storms, hurricanes, tsunami and other disasters that you can think of. Yeah you heard me right. And me, what did I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I blew my top too. Not to my junior staffs under my wings (they are purely innocent, i'm putting myself in their shoes..i was once just like them too) but to my big bosses and all those top notches. It was fun though... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please be prepared dear readers. I foresee that I might go MIA again and this time is because of work. Purely, entirely work issue. I have tonnes and tonnes to complete just to make time for this Sat!!! Wee-huu.... See, I love my blog gang - Winnie, Dec, Mr &amp; Mrs Katak.. Without you guys, my blog are nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P/S: Dec, lure Katak with pics ya? So he will come =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-4379062945050014893?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/4379062945050014893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=4379062945050014893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4379062945050014893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4379062945050014893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6834674262999003006</id><published>2007-04-09T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T09:38:12.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wkend affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apologies for the MIA for a while. Need a few moments to think thoroughly, busy with quarter-end closing @ work as well as the preparations of my late cousin whom just passed away in a freak road accident during her riding trip with her husband and friends in Perak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Frankly speaking, if not because of the urgency I am liable to lead my team, I would not be reporting to work today. I need more time for myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looking over the brighter side of my life, I went to Maulid Rasul @ Darul Ma'wa with my popeye since 10am yesterday. It's been such a long time since there's a sincere smile across my face. The day was spent meaningfully and enjoying with the kids crowded around us, as we, both took turns to unleash the kids in ourselves. Tears of happiness and sad welled up the whole time when I was there as I ponder, these kids suffered much more than I do at a very tender age. My problems are nothing as compared to theirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We spent about 4 hrs, playing with the kids, catching chickens, eating and communicating with the staffs, before we decided to call it for the day. I'll be praying real hard, hoping to get my hands on with extra remuneration, and get ahead with my plans for these kids in Darul Ma'wa. Insya'Allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Winnie, I'm still here. I still have not decided though with the plans of working in Manila for a couple of years. But don't worry, I'm still sane and will think thoroughly before I decide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, gotta scoot off now. Tonnes and tonnes of finance revising need to be made before tomorrow, 9pm sharp! Arghh!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6834674262999003006?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6834674262999003006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6834674262999003006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6834674262999003006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6834674262999003006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/wkend-affair.html' title='Wkend affair'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-188256472948308375</id><published>2007-04-05T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:14:14.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart smashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm hurt by your reactions, your actions towards me &amp;amp; the words used against me. I have been keeping mum about it for so long and I have torn my heart apart in the process. Just to make you happy and accomodate to your desire and needs. I don't think I can hold it any longer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Again, repeatedly, my heart smashed an area by an area. Why? Can't I have the happiness like others have too? For goodness sake, wake up please. I can be gone forever without you realising it. And I believed I had enough share of the bitterness from you. I don't need that anymore you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm begging you...before I really give it all up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-188256472948308375?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/188256472948308375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=188256472948308375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/188256472948308375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/188256472948308375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/heart-smashed.html' title='Heart smashed'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-3978730275951374042</id><published>2007-04-03T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:52:18.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2nd day, starting my new role and responsibilities (w/o my mentor). Woke up very early, reached office at 7am sharp (too eager i guess) and now, looking at my watch, I'm feeling a little sleepy. Or rather very sleepy....Yawnnnn......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, if i could come up with a new mathematical equation to describe myself at work today, it would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me x Day 2 x w/o mentor x workloads x overwhelming = An inexperienced asst mgr + a full day of bloopers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honestly, I did silly mistakes and worst, bloopers in front of my interviewees. For the first time in my life, I had to interview candidates. And imagine, there's a huge gap between our age and work experiences! And seriously, this current job of mine is mentally tiring. Not only do I have to handle my bosses, 4 junior staffs are assigned under my amateur wings. Tough man...how can a weak leader like me guide those juniors?? I really pity them.... Tsk...tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-3978730275951374042?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/3978730275951374042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=3978730275951374042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3978730275951374042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3978730275951374042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/am.html' title='AM'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-832372374900778242</id><published>2007-04-02T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:58:47.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so I've signed the dotted line. Officially I'm married.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to my career! Hehehe.... I got it permanent and thanks to all my loved ones for their patience, I've got one of the management position. Assistant manager is my humble post as of now. Alhamdulillah (praise to Allah The Al-mighty).... I'm content. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm....do you think it's high time for me to settle down with my popeye? What do you think dear bloggers? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-832372374900778242?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/832372374900778242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=832372374900778242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/832372374900778242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/832372374900778242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/04/great.html' title='Great!'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-358662520751792015</id><published>2007-03-28T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:04:54.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geography</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm learning Geography @ work. Yes you've heard me right! It's Geography - reading and understanding WORLD MAP. One of the requirements to work at this current MNC - know the map, know the time zones, know the hotels, know the flights, learn your &lt;em&gt;Acronyms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Had my colleagues to show me various ways to travel the fastest way from Singapore to Boston, Singapore to Cincinnati, Singapore to other parts of the world. We really had a good time. I've never had so much fun with colleagues before until today. As the saying goes, &lt;em&gt;one fine day, you will achieve what you have been aiming for. &lt;/em&gt;I have been thru a lot of turbulent times especially at work. This is my call. After trying for 3 freaking years, I finally get to taste of real, hard-earned salary which justifies every tasks I've done. And what's in-store for me? I'm in the path towards a higher stage of my career life. If my popeye gets to be staff sergeant and grows, I'm scaling up the managerial position. Do pray for me guys. If I do ever get it, I'm going to get my siblings and popeye, get busy at Darul Ma'wa. &lt;em&gt;Amal jariah - &lt;/em&gt;have been aiming to do so for sooo long. Right Dhil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's a dread to drag my feet to work every weekdays in my previous employment but not anymore. I kept on looking forward to. And weekdays seem to pass by faster nowadays. Colleagues are fun to be with, bosses aren't but great to make fun of. Haha... A few taught me to do crazy things which helps me to eliminate/mellow down my insanity level while in the battlefield with our big bosses. It does work but it's quite silly though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dec &amp;amp; Katak, dear bloggers, any ideas on how to suppress your anger level at work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-358662520751792015?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/358662520751792015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=358662520751792015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/358662520751792015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/358662520751792015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/geography.html' title='Geography'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6975619038323942233</id><published>2007-03-28T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:41:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a joke!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you heard of PUDU RAYA in KL? It's one of the bustling precinct, flooded with activities, concrete towers as well as congested litterring with buses. "Johore...johore! Singapura, Singapura! Selangor, Selangor!!! Nak pegi mana dik? (where are you heading sis?) Konsortium? Nice?" You'll get to hear all these once you stepped into this well-known &lt;em&gt;Pasar Pudu Raya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And to make things a little adventurous for me, I've decided to purchase the bus tix back to Singapore on my own. (There's some issues on the flight back to Singapore and thus, we've decided to return home by bus). Well, it's very embarassing when I first climbed into this metered cab. I kept on &lt;em&gt;gagging &lt;/em&gt;at the scent of the interior and went on blurting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Pakcik, hantarkan saya ke Pasar Payu-dara..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;("Uncle, please send me to Breast Market") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What was I thinking? Tsk..tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/12587781-6975619038323942233?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6975619038323942233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6975619038323942233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6975619038323942233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6975619038323942233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-joke.html' title='What a joke!'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-609668146554250338</id><published>2007-03-27T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:12:27.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes..I'm back in SIngapore yesterday @ 2145hr. It was hectic at KL, mad rush against the traffics of humans as well as vehicles. You can safely (in a way) jaywalk in Singapore roads but not in KL! Even the roads in other states of Malaysia are safer for both pedestrians and road users. Tsk..tsk.. I really salute to those ppl who worked/stayed in KL. &lt;em&gt;Gua tabik sama lu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3 days, 2 nights was I, a Shang-y stayer. Yup, Shang-ri La's the hotel that I was catered. The bathroom's my fav! Since I was having a high temperature throughout the whole stay, I was in the tub for approx an hr, each night. The overseas placement wasn't really a good one, except for the royal treatment that I get from the hotel. Starting from the concierge right up to the hotel's senior mgr. In total, I received 5 great complimentary of room services. Tsk..tsk..I cldnt ask for more... Imagine having marvellous TOM &lt;em&gt;YUM &lt;/em&gt;soup&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;porridge, hearty bfast and other energy strengthening meals served right up to your hotel room.. Ahhhhh.....heaven....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The next best treatment was from my popeye. I'm floating in CLOUD 9 now... Haha... Winnie &amp; Dec, dia dah cair sikit lah... Takut kena tinggalkan lagi kot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But however, I have my other destinations to complete. Next stop wld be Manila. Hmm...anyone want to tag along please raise your hands high up for me to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-609668146554250338?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/609668146554250338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=609668146554250338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/609668146554250338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/609668146554250338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-i-am.html' title='Back I am'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-2410988509985207354</id><published>2007-03-21T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T15:09:27.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De-moralise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's injustice, misunderstanding, hurt, disappointment, regret. But your line of view has been narrowed too much for you to see that. So i'll rest my case.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks dhil! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My world doesnt revolve only with the same people over and over again every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month and every year. Must it be only the same people? I don't focus on only one or a few. I hv varieties.These people come and go. As and when they like it, they'll appear, if they dont like it, they'll vanish. Same goes to me, if i'm healthy and still am breathing, you'll see new entries here. If it's time for me to leave and not a single heart beat exist, then i'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks again dhil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've learned to let things go if it's meant to be. I've learned to accept the punches without retaliate. I've learned to stay cool despite being hammered. I've learned a lot of new things in life from new people. But there's one thing i've yet to learn and apply in me - learn to have sufficient rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm exhausted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; will be gone for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p/s: Diah, once im well i'll definitely visit u. Nurul, thanks for everything. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-2410988509985207354?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2410988509985207354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=2410988509985207354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2410988509985207354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2410988509985207354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/de-moralise.html' title='De-moralise'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-8398400576754588122</id><published>2007-03-21T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:10:14.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;8pm till 9pm&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="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That's what my daily routines are. Yeah, exhausting yet rewarding. And I hv not packed my luggage. Arghh!!! &amp; i hv like, a night to get all stuffs ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm going KL for business trip over this wkend and eventually to Manila next mth. Physically and mentally drained. A few unexpected issues came up, clogged my brain, hit my veins which are connected to my heart, almost burst my arteries...thanks to my sis, fa. She diverted the perplexities to somewhere else. Great job sis, i owe u one. Sometimes things happened for a reason, or perhaps for the better, i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Will miss u all who sincerely dropped by my blog and especially to my family and my popeye. Apart from that, this will be my getaway from all these troubles, even for a little while.&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="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;p/s: Badd &amp; Geek, i had my fair share of disappointments, closing doors and regrets. No more of those hokay! Hmm..Dec &amp;amp; Katak, any female friends to intro to these 2 desperadoes? Hoho...&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/12587781-8398400576754588122?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/8398400576754588122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=8398400576754588122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/8398400576754588122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/8398400576754588122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6697263788844597845</id><published>2007-03-20T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:45:34.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry but i hv to say this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SH*, for once, just say you cldnt help cos you didnt knw how to. Cast aside your ego please for goodness sake!! You are a lady not a man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-6697263788844597845?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6697263788844597845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6697263788844597845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6697263788844597845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6697263788844597845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-3566356212903291259</id><published>2007-03-20T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:42:57.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At last, that someone finally came to my workstation, close to 15 mins before I could finally say "I give up!" She, whom I believe hv not gone thru a difficult phase in life, came to me, smiling - hmm..is she trying to make up for all that she hv done to me or is she pretending nothing had happened?? I just cldnt believe my eyes.. Is this for real?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wish you cld read other people's mind? Well, i do. I wonder what's on her mind.. I'm new, a lot yet to learn, more than please to hv a mentor next to me - regardless of vulgarities used/mentally torturing, at least i'm learning something. She just kept me waiting and waiting and waiting till the harmless situation gets way out of hand. Why can't she just tell me in the first place she cldnt help? What's wrong with these ppl?? If i knw that i will get myself into these troubles in the first place, i wldnt hv approach her. I regretted it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if i'm wrong.. I always skip my lunch, i did all the tasks i've assigned to, no back logs. But why do every little thing that i've done seems wrong to her?? No mobiles are allowed due to certain clashes of their new wireless system. What else can we use? Obviously it will be our own direct handset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My habit, I simply love to disturb my Marena on her mobile (hmm..sometimes difficult to gauge her free time) as and when I'm free or stressed. She never fails to brighten up my day with her stories at work, her children, her male cliques. Anyway, I didnt laugh/talk loudly. I didnt yell. Neither do Marena. That someone simply hate to see me happy. Now, you tell me, is it something wrong with her or with me? Tsk...tsk... Super Single Lady boss, what do u expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if that someone read this entry, allow me to dedicate this to you - switch off your handset, sit upright on your swivel pink fuschia chair and stay pretty always. Need not do all the dirty job as what you've described. We, the stewpit juniors will.&lt;/span&gt;&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/12587781-3566356212903291259?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/3566356212903291259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=3566356212903291259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3566356212903291259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/3566356212903291259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/shit.html' title='Shit!'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7722879459062610256</id><published>2007-03-19T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:47:02.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.30 am - Reach office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7.45 am - Checking e-mails while having a good hearty bfast (coffee and garden sandwich)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8.10 am - Great investment in the ladies (ehem, u knw wat i mean...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8.30 am - Checking of my calender against my lady boss's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8.45 am - Lady boss reach office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9.00 am - Officially start work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9.10 am - Great investment in the ladies (2nd time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9.30 am - Meeting (stomach dearie getting pretty upset)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10.45 am - Painfully great investment in the ladies (3rd time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;11.15 am - Indescribable painfully great investment in the ladies (4th time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;12.00 pm - Numb feeling great investment in the ladies (5th time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Current time - Still looking at the watch, waiting &lt;em&gt;patiently&lt;/em&gt; for the next investment. At this point of time, im dehydrated. A great way to kick-start a brand new day of a brand new week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The best, cheapest procedure for a flat tummy! =) hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p/s: Guys, wanna try?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7722879459062610256?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7722879459062610256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7722879459062610256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7722879459062610256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7722879459062610256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/toilet-frenzy.html' title='Toilet frenzy'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-2898615957500830290</id><published>2007-03-17T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:44:22.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How does it feel if someone kept you waiting for updates? Honestly, if that someone could not help right from the beginning, he/she should have come out straight to us, right? Each of us do have probs at certain points  in our lives, and we just couldn't escape it. All we have to do is to try our best to resolve it. Probably that someone have not encountered this phase of life yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P/S: Dec &amp;amp; Katak, gotta tell you guys something about &lt;em&gt;my gym&lt;/em&gt;! I'm so sure you gonna &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; it...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-2898615957500830290?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2898615957500830290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=2898615957500830290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2898615957500830290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2898615957500830290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7881226752870108336</id><published>2007-03-16T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:39:28.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In addition to my endless perplexity in life, I've learnt something today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sometimes, it pays to act/be stupid. At times, it's so much safer than to act/be smart. This theoretical discovery applies at work as well as your personal life. Ever heard of the phrase -"Think smart, work smart, not work hard"? It shldnt be use in the current world. Allow me to rephrase - "Think blur, act stupid, be one". That sounds better. Why??? Continue reading the next paragraph...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No matter how you try your best to contribute the smartest decision or efforts or ideas, you get descrimination/condemned. Now, do you think it's worth it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you think blurly, act stupid, do mistakes, you get the same treatment as the above-mentioned, it's worth the attitude. It balances the whole concept. MISTAKES = BEING SLAMMED DOWN. See it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: You still have to bear the consequences for decision you have made. Conclusion from a lady in distress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7881226752870108336?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7881226752870108336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7881226752870108336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7881226752870108336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7881226752870108336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/learn-it.html' title='Learn it'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-2084662625713080714</id><published>2007-03-15T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:53:38.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving in</title><content type='html'>Why can't others try to understand us? Is it that difficult to? Why can't others try to be sensitive to our feelings? Why can't they see the burdens that we are carrying? Why can't others feel the pain that we went through? Why do others see our major downfall as a common scenario? Why do others love to bark at us when they can simply talk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-2084662625713080714?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2084662625713080714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=2084662625713080714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2084662625713080714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2084662625713080714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/giving-in.html' title='Giving in'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-5688534465471196579</id><published>2007-03-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:46:47.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1) felt like giving up everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2) being unfairly treated which causes you to be paranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3) being condemned when you should be left in peace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4) being mistreated and misused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5) regret all that you have done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;6) wish that you could return to where you originally belong to, immediately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;7) felt like screaming at the top of your lungs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;8) felt like jumping down and leave a deep crack on the ground, to be remembered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;9) felt like running far away to nowhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10) crave for &lt;em&gt;that happiness&lt;/em&gt; to happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do...at this very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-5688534465471196579?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/5688534465471196579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=5688534465471196579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5688534465471196579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5688534465471196579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-you-ever.html' title='have you ever'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-5132147449455109066</id><published>2007-03-13T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:11:03.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeeZee</title><content type='html'>Started work today (actually my MC reflected till 14th March!!!), pity my boss. For the first time, ive came across a lady boss who couldn't be an octopus @ work. Hmm....that's something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, lunch time going to end in approx half and hr's time.. I've had a bottle (250ml) of orange juice and my all-time favourite CLUB SANDWICH. That should be able to hold for the rest of the day. Be good ok dear stomach... Good girl... Hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-5132147449455109066?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/5132147449455109066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=5132147449455109066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5132147449455109066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5132147449455109066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/beezee.html' title='BeeZee'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7802970705213000200</id><published>2007-03-12T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T02:45:31.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big eat out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's early Monday morning now but this entry is specially dedicated for Sunday's evening (11th March), which is just approx 6 hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My mama dearest &amp; 3rd lil' sister had a great hair cut @ their usuals, with my 2nd lil' sis escorting them. Mum looked super cool with her new neat short hair while the young lady was spotted with a nice bang and &lt;em&gt;flicky&lt;/em&gt; hair. Wow! They looked HOT physically and on mum's pocket too. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad fetched them and supposedly to meet us (me, my lil bro &amp; my popeye) @ Simpang Bedok, 730pm sharp. As usual, my popeye's watch was always in different time zone (ehem...). So we ended up reaching half and hour later. But it's worth every bit of it despite the &lt;em&gt;after-erupted&lt;/em&gt; spots all over my face. My popeye doesn't seemed to mind my hideous appearance (aww..it gave me the strength to overcome it but, no matter what, i still want to get rid of it permanently!!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What a great feast we had! We had fun - laughing at dad, his stupid jokes, my sisters' cracky behaviours.... I just wish that moment wouldn't end. Too bad my 2nd sis beau couldn't join us, else, it might get even merrier! Well, next stop would be the Downtown East Chalet this coming May - where all the 8 of us will get together. Oh boy, can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p/s: popeye = my love. Dhilot, what's urs gonna be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7802970705213000200?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7802970705213000200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7802970705213000200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7802970705213000200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7802970705213000200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/big-eat-out.html' title='Big eat out'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-4684268825635348318</id><published>2007-03-10T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:23:30.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2nd sis in the house! She's having her study break &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp; she's going to embark on her working adulthood pretty soon! Together with the other 2 younger siblings (school holidays), let's rock our house! Turn it upside down while we can (till 14 march only huh...that's what stated in my MC). So, guys, i won't be blogging anything great today. Wldnt want to miss this opportunity with my siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh ya, I'm going to meet my love tomorrow. Miss him so much! See you dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-4684268825635348318?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/4684268825635348318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=4684268825635348318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4684268825635348318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4684268825635348318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/rock-house.html' title='Rock the house!'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-5358474866527879109</id><published>2007-03-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:16.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guys! Guess what?!! I've juz &lt;em&gt;created&lt;/em&gt; a Singapore-shaped continent on my face! Yeah you heard me right, smack in the middle of my forehead... Here you go, a picture to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039928566848059634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RfFsVDBSePI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ulu6m4hnSM0/s320/spore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm enjoying every moment of the SWAMP thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P/S: Thanks Dec, yeah it's called &lt;em&gt;Daun Karapleir&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Daun Mapleir&lt;/em&gt;. &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/12587781-5358474866527879109?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/5358474866527879109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=5358474866527879109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5358474866527879109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/5358474866527879109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/singapore.html' title='Singapore?'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/RfFsVDBSePI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ulu6m4hnSM0/s72-c/spore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7049203834153420084</id><published>2007-03-09T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:53:24.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1..2...3....4.....5.....half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm...i hv approx 5.5 more "very visible" dots on my face. Great! Can't wait to resume my normal facial routines - exfoliating, soft scrub, night cream and blah blah.... Now i can see the level of &lt;em&gt;vanity&lt;/em&gt; in me. *slaps my forehead* Gosh! i can't believe that, i'm vain! Arghh......(hysterical)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Take a deep breath &amp;...release....) wokay, let's forget abt these spots. Let's get surreal with something physical..something like HEALTHY LIFESTYLE! Yeah, that's more like it (ehem...hah like real!). Katak &amp; Dec, how's your progression of the gym visits? I hv enrolled myself to California Fitness &amp;amp; hv yet to discover their &lt;em&gt;reliability &lt;/em&gt;in getting me down from a size 10 to size 6! I'm planning to go down every alternate days @ 0645hr just before work. Hit the gym for abt an hour, hv a gd shower &amp; off to work, which is just 14th storey above the gym. What do you think? Will it work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope it does.. &amp; i do hope i hv that sufficient discipline! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Any other ideas to help me dear bloggers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-7049203834153420084?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7049203834153420084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7049203834153420084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7049203834153420084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7049203834153420084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/5-more.html' title='5 more'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-6613739989064949947</id><published>2007-03-08T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:20:36.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't explain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand at all. Why don't you guys (men) simply try your best to understand we, ladies??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Disclaimer: This entry is based only from 1 lady's point of view &amp; 1 man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have you heard of the word "SNAG"? What is the real definition of that? Aren't men supposed to understand their ladies (even at least 40%)? Aren't they supposed to be sensitive towards the ladies' feelings (even not 100% fully, at least 60%)? Aren't they supposed to learn that? Or are they simply refuse to compromise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We, the ladies, have been trying our best to understand you guys. We accommodate to your needs (definitely there are limitations), your preferences and etc. We are even more sensitive towards your feelings than we do to ours. So, why can't you simply do it the same? We don't ask for much, except for your understanding. Try to read us or simply...OBSERVE tentatively. It's not that we are beating about the bush - we are very "&lt;em&gt;straight to the point&lt;/em&gt;" these days. What other excuses can you give us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, guys out there, please be more sensitive towards your ladies if you belong to the category as mentioned above. Look within yourself before you try to alter someone else.. Erm...katak, what's the malay idiom for this phrase? (*biting my nails*) Gosh! What's wrong with malay vocab?!!&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/12587781-6613739989064949947?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6613739989064949947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=6613739989064949947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6613739989064949947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/6613739989064949947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-explain.html' title='I can&apos;t explain'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-2654861570383224702</id><published>2007-03-07T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:17.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment like this Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've decided to delete the work portion of my earlier entry. Promised someone I wldnt complain abt work &amp; on top of that, I wldnt want to be caught off-guard for "so-called" blabbering some sensitive issues abt my current company. Uh-uh, I wldnt want that... So I wld keep me mouth tight (double locked with alloy padlocks) and wont ever, ever mention abt my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, as I've mentioned previously with regards to craters on my face, I think I've started the first lesson with my dad's home-made remedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039059476040779890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/Re5V5Td6CHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s-Vmz1IKJD0/s320/continents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Actually, I cldnt really identify any continents at all except for ermm..."Papua New Guinea" on my left cheek. Haha... * &lt;em&gt;this is what happens when a lady spent too much time isolated in her parents' crib&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But hey, it does work hokay! Thanks dad for your '&lt;strong&gt;SWAMP&lt;/strong&gt;' thingy remedy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039060798890707074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/Re5XGTd6CII/AAAAAAAAAAs/-AOhKK6CK3o/s320/closeup+continents.JPG" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Close-up shot of the &lt;em&gt;continents&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mirror, mirror on the wall.... Tell me, who's the ugliest of all? &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/12587781-2654861570383224702?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2654861570383224702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=2654861570383224702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2654861570383224702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/2654861570383224702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/moment-like-this-part-ii.html' title='A moment like this Part II'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/Re5V5Td6CHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/s-Vmz1IKJD0/s72-c/continents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-7497980057195171782</id><published>2007-03-07T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T13:30:30.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been away from the outside world, hide myself @ home, in my own world - a moment like this one wld nvr forget accompanied by permanent scars, these "cutesy polka dots" are going to create. They hv chosen their places, they are glued (even though i've tried to nudge them with a little extra force; they won't budge!) - they are going to stay, leaving a few tiny weeny craters for me to start with "home geographic lessons" with my young siblings or perhaps my own future juniors. Tsk..tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey..i'm fine, no worries. I shld be perfectly okay, right? One impt thing to worry wld be my hands. They hv bn too active lately, dancing too much on my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast those polka dots aside from this blog. It's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp; the limelight shld be on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; all those related to me dearly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&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/12587781-7497980057195171782?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7497980057195171782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=7497980057195171782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7497980057195171782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/7497980057195171782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/moment-like-this.html' title='A moment like this'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-79344520082544527</id><published>2007-03-06T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T09:54:48.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the template?</title><content type='html'>Woke up very early this morning, took my medication (i'm counting the days till the last tab vanished from the whole course!), had a good bath (still not ready to look at the mirror though) and log into my PC while waiting for ma &amp; the rest to wake up for bfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super happy to see my irresistable people in my blog! Thx Winnie, Katak &amp; Marenaz.. That was fast, &amp;amp; yeah this time I'm going to update it regurlarly.  &lt;em&gt;I promise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lil' sis, Anis, thanks dear for designing, in line with my favourite colours &amp; interests. Lup u!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-79344520082544527?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/79344520082544527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=79344520082544527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/79344520082544527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/79344520082544527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-template.html' title='Why the template?'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-4576617405506386111</id><published>2007-03-05T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:16:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red dotty poxies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For those who knew, thank you for your great wishings. It's truly comforting..thank you very much once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm down currently with chicken pox. Hmm...it runs down in the family, all the 3 elder siblings got it except for the youngest ones (hopefully not now, poor little one)..and it all started from the 2nd sis!!! Arghh...&amp; i got it bad...very bad. Well, won't elaborate it any further (don't even think about me posting up my "pretty" sight as well..). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh &amp;amp; guess where did I go a couple of days before I was diagnosed with polka dots? Haha..spent a little precious time with dearie @ Swensens! (thanks Felicia for the great welcoming vouchers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038461400272635442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/Rew18tnEhjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kM6Lu6q5aFc/s320/swen1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He's enjoying the ambience more than the tantalising dishes we've ordered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038461112509826594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/Rew1r9nEhiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IJQrgeOGv5U/s320/swen3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;As for me, it would be his W810i - always filled up with new excitements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you think I might have infected several patrons there? Hmm...well, hopefully not. It's unintentionally. I wasn't aware that I' m down with one too hokay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-4576617405506386111?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/4576617405506386111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=4576617405506386111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4576617405506386111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/4576617405506386111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-those-who-knew-thank-you-for-your.html' title='Red dotty poxies'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nsvkr2a7Gmc/Rew18tnEhjI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kM6Lu6q5aFc/s72-c/swen1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12587781.post-1035382214488152006</id><published>2007-03-05T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:57:13.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;What a great refreshing new skin for my blog... Having a new space, new facelift, new contents, accompanied by my new career, it feels so right to be here now. &amp; certainly I will update as regularly as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've learnt to express my sweet &amp;amp; sour thru writings...and now (to save the trees but additional to electricity consumption) thru blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12587781-1035382214488152006?l=kooaybantutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/feeds/1035382214488152006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12587781&amp;postID=1035382214488152006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1035382214488152006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12587781/posts/default/1035382214488152006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kooaybantutz.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-all.html' title='To all'/><author><name>KooayBantutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05745379560406361309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
