<?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-9016603</id><updated>2011-08-21T10:39:04.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealth Sunlight</title><subtitle type='html'>Just the insights and memoirs of an ordinary guy in this extra-ordinary world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-1810005501416000634</id><published>2007-05-20T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:28:52.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sans Fanfare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to believe that its only a cliche when people use to describe their birthdays. And of course, modesty being the main emphasis of that slightly pretentious remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though, this year for me its very much what it means....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Days before the 20th; I had alot to think about. I thought of how people generally treated each other. I thought about what it really means to be a true friend. And I also thought about how selfish human beings can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I come to realise people are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're selfish beings and we expect the world from everyone around us. But....when the tables are turned; we never bother to return gestures that we hoped others would offer us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one sarcastic way to relate to the phrase; "Do un-to others, what you want others to do un-to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still, besides all that....this year's birthday for me was really below the radar. Didnt celebrate at all. All I did was went to Robertson Walk to catch the FA Cup finals with Ho, Boss and Irma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After that, a quick supper and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally for the big day today? Well, just went out with Ho to help him set up his new PC system and thats about it. Been surfing the net and sleeping the rest of the entire afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In many ways..... it just didnt feel like it was a special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looking back, I cant complain much. I remembered years ago on my 22nd birthday.....went down as the most memorable days in history for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still in Penang and my ex was in Singapore. On the night of the 19th, she gave me a real pleasant surprised and she told me she was back in Penang to celebrate my birthday with me. Ecstatic, I prepared for the next day ever so looking forward to see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BUT........turns out she called me in the morning and told me it was that-time-of-the-month and she needed me to run some errands for her - since she didnt feel like going out. So, there I was driving around Penang with a list of chores to get done......on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Compared that to this year? I guess this year it aint so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I was thinking to myself since its my birthday today and I was at Sim Lim..... it was pretty much inevitable I should get something for myself. And since I just squandered a couple of hundred bucks earlier this month on my new spanking 8600GTS graphic card and Wireless Laser mouse......... obviously there's only one thing left to get........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say HELLO to my new BARRACUDA GAMING MOUSE PAD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RlBMBYHUhMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U4-oxU98yws/s1600-h/20052007169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RlBMBYHUhMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U4-oxU98yws/s400/20052007169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066633167328543938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-1810005501416000634?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1810005501416000634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=1810005501416000634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/1810005501416000634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/1810005501416000634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2007/05/sans-fanfare.html' title='Sans Fanfare'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RlBMBYHUhMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/U4-oxU98yws/s72-c/20052007169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-3930679135281147505</id><published>2007-04-21T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:09:48.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Weekend.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its becoming routine stayin home on weekends and watch movies and eating junk food. There's nowhere interesting to go anyway. Might as well pig out at home I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The live Arsenal match ongoing now has been disappointing so far. Lack of flair and determination, somehow it feels like the players are struggling from the minute 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh well.....thats football for you I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These days, I'm not too sure why....But somehow I have this feeling like I'm waiting for something to happen. I'm not too sure what it is...but it feels like my life is now currently idle. Just waiting for that one event that will change my life. Then again. I'm not too sure if its a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been extremely busy with work lately. Other than the normal work loads, being part of this year's Reccomm starts to feel more like an irritating chore rather than anything else. I still remember when I was first selected to join; I was told not to let my Reccom duties spill over to my personal time - simply because it shouldnt be a burden, but an extra-curicular activity of the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still, being in Reccom did stir up my interest in designing again - since I'm suppose to be the Design Guy (among other tonnes of responsibilities) in the committee. So far I have designed (amateurishly) 5 creatives for 2 different events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioJAJ2-n-I/AAAAAAAAABM/mHTa7lylzSk/s1600-h/2ndblast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioJAJ2-n-I/AAAAAAAAABM/mHTa7lylzSk/s320/2ndblast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055863429927968738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioJRJ2-n_I/AAAAAAAAABU/wVceQO8oKdg/s1600-h/3rdblast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioJRJ2-n_I/AAAAAAAAABU/wVceQO8oKdg/s320/3rdblast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055863721985744882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioJrp2-oAI/AAAAAAAAABc/EO0pLuURqzg/s1600-h/finalblast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioJrp2-oAI/AAAAAAAAABc/EO0pLuURqzg/s320/finalblast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055864177252278274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;M1 CS Fatt Choy CNY Celebrations 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioKSZ2-oBI/AAAAAAAAABk/B7Yuk3Nbs6U/s1600-h/bowlingblast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioKSZ2-oBI/AAAAAAAAABk/B7Yuk3Nbs6U/s320/bowlingblast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055864842972209170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioLUZ2-oCI/AAAAAAAAABs/7ilRioX3agg/s1600-h/bowlingblast2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioLUZ2-oCI/AAAAAAAAABs/7ilRioX3agg/s320/bowlingblast2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055865976843575330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;M1 CS Bowling Tournament 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As you can see, it isnt exactly the Mona Lisa. No doubt there are some typos here and there; and its rough around the edges.....but I'm kinda happy with it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9016603-3930679135281147505?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3930679135281147505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=3930679135281147505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/3930679135281147505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/3930679135281147505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-weekend.html' title='Another Weekend.....'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RioJAJ2-n-I/AAAAAAAAABM/mHTa7lylzSk/s72-c/2ndblast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-7329942424537238078</id><published>2007-04-16T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T20:17:01.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of 2 Countries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, its my 3rd off day and I'm still feeling like shit. Apparently the so-called "feeling-better" last night as a false positive. Woke up today sneezing, wheezing and like head's been rolled over by a 4x4.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though, I guess the day was not entirely wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Managed to get my hands of 2 of Clint Eastwood's latest movies; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flags Of Our Fathers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letters From Iwo Jima&lt;/span&gt;. These 2 movies are directed by Clint Eastwood himself and of course, produced by Steven Spielberg. I was expecting many battle scenes ala Saving Private Ryan with much dramatic fanfare. However, I was pleasantly surprised otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RiNm-jIp9UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wQvU5MwnTfo/s1600-h/Flags_of_our_fathers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RiNm-jIp9UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wQvU5MwnTfo/s320/Flags_of_our_fathers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053996431609296194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RiNnFjIp9VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hkqOohyTYgg/s1600-h/letters_from_iwo_jima_ver8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RiNnFjIp9VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hkqOohyTYgg/s320/letters_from_iwo_jima_ver8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053996551868380498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 movies depicts the one of the last few battles of World War 2. The story takes place entirely on the island of Iwo Jima, the last standing island between the US before they bombarded Hiroshima with the A-bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still, the ingenious part of about bringing this story from history books to the silver screen is telling it from 2 different perspective. Hence, Flags Of Our Fathers is told from an American perspective; while Letters From Iwo Jima told it from a Japanese perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its really surreal to watch these 2 movies back to back. And somehow you cant help but to feel empathetic for the soldiers fighting from each side. Though, you might also be wondering what's so special about this particular battle of Iwo Jima? Well, to the world; thats where the iconic "shot" was taken. 5 American soldiers hoisting up a pole with the American flag - albeit there was some confusion over the identities of the actual soldiers involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In essence, in the end there no who's right or wrong; who's more patriotic. In the end, its about humanity. No doubt countries have their differences. But because when you have assholes at the top making a jackass's decision......everyone's going to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest watching Flags Of Our Father's first. Then move on to Letters From Iwo Jima. Somehow the latter feels more humane and paints a better picture of what the soldiers have to deal with during man's darkest hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm...then again, if you're no history buff or fan of mar movies...there's always Ken Watanabe's stellar performance =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-7329942424537238078?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7329942424537238078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=7329942424537238078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/7329942424537238078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/7329942424537238078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/tale-of-2-countries.html' title='Tale of 2 Countries'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RiNm-jIp9UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wQvU5MwnTfo/s72-c/Flags_of_our_fathers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-4667215978947639517</id><published>2007-04-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:31:11.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Public</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hey people! I'm back.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After months of hiatus, somehow today I found the inspiration to update my blog. And whats more, I also decided to go public again.  For the uninitiated, I made my blog "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;private&lt;/span&gt;" a few months back cos I found out my-ass-of-a-brother was showing my mum my blog. Personally, there are just somethings you rather not let your parents know. No point getting them worried about my personal trials and tribulations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;.....now that my brother have moved out from my parent's place; I guess its time to come out of "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiding&lt;/span&gt;" =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So what have I been doing of late? (since my last entry was in January). Well, sad to say nothing much I guess. Been working like a dog ever since I joined CR. Though its not really a bad thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The work itself is fulfilling....and the OTs contributed? Rewarding. Been hitting a minimum of 30 hours every month. Cant really complain about the extra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moolah&lt;/span&gt;....now that I'm subjected to 15% CPF deductions!!! Arrrggg!!! By next Feb, it'll be 20%. Sigh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Anyway, I finally had a good rest this weekend. Been working non-stop for the past 3 weeks; I'm finally able to clear my off-in-lieu tomorrow. Of course, this would mean a 3 day weekend for me!!! Hahahahah.....for all those of you who have to wake up tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;orrow to face the Monday blues, Eat Your Socks!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then again....the moment you thought I'd have a splendid weekend. Think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There I was. Last Friday afternoon. Got off out of office at 3pm to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;recky &lt;/span&gt;the venue for this year's CS Bash, I got home at 5pm. Would you believe that!?!?!!? For the first time in months, I was home when there's still daylight on a weekday. Sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But later that night.....the stupidest thing happened. I was caught in the rain and I'm now down with fever and flu. Just my luck. With an extended weekend, all I did was stayed at home. The worst thing about staying alone and falling sick is taking care of yourself. Too sick to get out of bed, too lazy to do anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Still, I am feeling better already =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Other than that, I've been "cleaning" up my PC which I have long neglected. Manage to tidy up my folder system and decided to revamp my desktop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know, I know....I'm into that geek/nerd mode again. But hey.....look at my desktop now!!!! Aint it cool?!?!?! Its called "The Endless" by Neil Gaiman. Google it. It features 7 siblings - Desire, Despair, Destiny, Dream, Death, Delirium, Destruction. Interesting stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RiI2gTIp9RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_sRHlkAJc1o/s1600-h/newwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RiI2gTIp9RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_sRHlkAJc1o/s400/newwall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053661660383409426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Hehehe. Oh, how we find joy in the simple things in life.&lt;/span&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/9016603-4667215978947639517?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4667215978947639517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=4667215978947639517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/4667215978947639517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/4667215978947639517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2007/04/gone-public.html' title='Gone Public'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_q8oN7BqX81M/RiI2gTIp9RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_sRHlkAJc1o/s72-c/newwall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-6816097329841675533</id><published>2007-01-21T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T22:01:33.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is at a state of constipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, here I am again. I decided to post another entry before I really start to forget my blogger account password.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been definitely a while back since my last entry. In retrospect, sometimes I have no idea what to update with regard my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nevertheless, I feel a chink in my neck every time I procrastinate updating my blog. In a way I know how much fun it is to re-visit the old memories that I've logged here. This blog consist of the best and worse of my life for the past 3 years. For every special date, event or anniversary; I would flip back these digital pages and ask myself what was I doing, where was I or who was I with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christmas, New Year, Valentines, birthdays. One year's of comparison to the previous one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=========================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, so what have I been up to lately? Nothing much. Work, work, work and more work. I know that I have complained about being too busy before. But these days its different. In some strange way, I feel that the work I do these days is much more meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being busy for meaningful reasons is much more fulfilling that being busy doing monotonous "chores" on a daily basis. These days; I solve so-called "mysteries" and "miseries".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After some time, one tends to adapt to one's profession. Personally I feel its a good thing that I've been kept busy. I have forgotten about the bitter taste of being alone and of course; being single. No more sad lonely nights depriving and feeding-in self pity on Saturday nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Strangely, I have lost the interest to be hip/happening and longing to go on dates during the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dont get me wrong....I am still looking for the right one. And I do enjoy the company of friends and going on casual dates. But then again, when you're that busy, who has the time to think about love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I always tell myself.......when people complain about work; they see the day as one huge busy day. And from time to time, they take a breather during the day - smoke breaks, coffee breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From the way I see it, my work starts on Monday......and it goes like a unstoppable-unwavering-locomotive till Friday. You wanna talk about breaks and breathers? The only breather I have is when I get home to sleep at nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, things wouldnt be so busy if my company didnt launch that crap of a service they call broadband. Dont get me started. I could go on and on and on and on to condemn the damn thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still.......life is still mundane for me. It has always been. The only difference is that I'm only busier these days and I take satisfaction of my current work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh one thing before I forget too. Kinda happy with myself with one aspect. You see, one of my New Year's resolution is to stay as far away as I can from my ex. Like I said in the last post....she's nothing but trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And...relating to this; she tried to contact me today via MSN for God-knows-how-long. Immediately she asked me about getting a driver's license in Singapore. I just told that I dont know much and thats about it. I didnt want to get into any long winded conversation with her and I didnt even wanted to know why she's getting a driver's license. Most probably she wanted to brag about getting a new boyfriend with a car and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I can say is....screw it. Dont come and tell me about your life, cos I'm not interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, people can say bygones be bygones. But this gal has practically ruined my life once. No doubt we are still "friends"; but she still has the means to hurt me. Finally now, I'm stamping my foot down and say "No more". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No more emotional turmoil from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So thats about it. After a short hiatus from blogging, thats the update I have for now. Other than all of the above, the only rant I have is a slight case of constipation. And even for that.....I went out to buy a pack of Vitagen earlier. Been gushing it down ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets hope the toilet bowl comes calling soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At this point in time.....my life reminds an old song; Barely Breathing by Duncan Sheik. Some of you might remember it. Sad, desperate and unrelenting. But sounds DAMN GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;C'est la vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-6816097329841675533?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6816097329841675533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=6816097329841675533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/6816097329841675533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/6816097329841675533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-is-at-state-of-constipation.html' title='Life is at a state of constipation'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-7391970514808885937</id><published>2007-01-01T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T04:31:21.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year.....again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Its the New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I know. Its been a while since I blogged. And how apt that  my return to blogging would be the first day of 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Well, what can I say? Cant say I had an exciting new year countdown. Cant say I had a happy partying time  at the stroke of midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Where was I? At the stroke of midnight....I was in the cinema watching Death Note 2.  Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;In retrospect, I guess its like what people say....this is as good as it get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sigh....deep in my heart I truly hope 2007 will be  a better year for me. 2006 was just a total waste of time. Achieved nothing....tore up my career.....squander my finances....and allow myself to be hurt again emotionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I have slowly begin to understand that maybe I'm not meant for great things. Many call it resigning to fate. Guess they're right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;And to top it all off.....Christmas 2006 was really bitter sweet. Not many people know I guess. But thats the part where I allowed myself to be vulnerable again. Something which I swore I never allow myself to be victim of. Christmas this year was about the happiest time of my life in Singapore....and also the saddest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I saw 2 worlds. 2 different lives I could have lived. What my life could be. Sad to say....I lost the one I treasured the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Right about now.....I can safely conclude where I stand in that person's eyes.....and heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sigh.....I hate this feeling. How can someone love another so much that the other person feels totally opposite. Nothing. Where does one do all this feelings and emotions? No matter how much I hate to admit it....somethings are not meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;What can I do? Nothing much really. Just keep it to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;As with my ex-gf, guess things finally died down. I realised the less I see of the and the less I contact her....the better it is. Whenever our lives crosses path, it always results in a disaster. Nothing goos will come out of it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;And ever since I decided to stop contacting her.....that part of my life finally found peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I really hope 2007 will be a better year. Yet......I have nothing to ask from God. Just a "thank you" for seeing me thru my toughest times. I am already thankful I have my health and my family to support me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I hope I can be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-7391970514808885937?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7391970514808885937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=7391970514808885937&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/7391970514808885937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/7391970514808885937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-yearagain.html' title='New Year.....again.'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-6285652189819192377</id><published>2006-11-19T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:03:53.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weddings and 1 CS Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After 2 weddings and 1 CS Bash, you can say my wallet's pretty much been through some tough times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But then again, its been a really rewarding week. So much so that the week went by in a flash. For work itself, I am starting to get alot of hardcore cases....which I'm glad to say I manage to clear a good many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As for the CS Bash, must admit its pretty lame compared to the previous ones I attended. Though, the saving grace about the even itself was the after event party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We proceeded to go over to Attica at Clark Quay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Its been a while since I clubbed, must admit it feels abit weird. No matter how hard I try....its just not in me to "play around" while clubbing. I can never bring myself to flirt around and get all touchy feely with the gals. No matter how inviting they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sigh. Sometimes I wish I was someone else and be one of those play boys and have some fun. Still dunno wats stopping me anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And talking about this.....kinda reminded me of my ex. Another...sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After all this while, even now we're friends.....she still has the ability to hurt me. I have no idea whats going on with me. Sometimes when I meet up with her from time to time....I still question myself what to expect from the outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For instance, was suppose to meet up with her for the new Bond movie. I was really excited to watch the movie and further she promised she'll watch it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And guess what? When I checked with her again, she told me she already watched it and she wont be able to meet up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After that. I had no idea what to feel. Dissapointed? Angry? Sad? Frustrated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I really have no idea. We've broken up for almost 2 years now. And WHY am I feeling this way? All I know is that she still have what it takes to hurt this heart of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For now, atleast I have reprieve from this song a friend of mine sent me. Really meaningful lyrics. How I wish I can...Breathe Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you wondered how it feels when it''s all over&lt;br /&gt;　　Wondered how would it  feels when you just have to start a new&lt;br /&gt;　　Never knowing where you''re going  when you face a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;　　It used to be that way Now I just close my  eyes and say&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　I just wanna breathe again&lt;br /&gt;　　Learn to face joy and  pain&lt;br /&gt;　　Discover how to laugh a little , cry a little , live a little  more&lt;br /&gt;　　I just wanna face the day&lt;br /&gt;　　Forget about the worse of  yesterday&lt;br /&gt;　　Maybe if I hope a little , try a little more&lt;br /&gt;　　I ''ll breathe  again&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　Starting out again is never easy&lt;br /&gt;　　Disappointments come and  go , but life still moves on&lt;br /&gt;　　With a bit of luck , it ''s brand new  start&lt;br /&gt;　　That might just work my way&lt;br /&gt;　　No need to walk away&lt;br /&gt;　　Don ''t  want to live on life replay&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　I just want to breathe again&lt;br /&gt;　　Learn  to face joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;　　Discover how to laugh a little , cry a little , live a  little more&lt;br /&gt;　　I just want to face the day&lt;br /&gt;　　Forget about the worse of  yesterday&lt;br /&gt;　　Maybe if I hope a little , try a little more&lt;br /&gt;　　I ''ll breathe  again&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　Things will work out fine&lt;br /&gt;　　If you can find the courage to  look past the night&lt;br /&gt;　　To see the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　I just want to  breathe again&lt;br /&gt;　　Learn to face joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;　　Discover how to laugh a  little , cry a little , live a little more&lt;br /&gt;　　I just want to face the  day&lt;br /&gt;　　Forget about the worse of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;　　Maybe if I hope a little , try  a little more&lt;br /&gt;　　I ''ll breathe again&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;　　Oh breathe again&lt;br /&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/9016603-6285652189819192377?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6285652189819192377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=6285652189819192377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/6285652189819192377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/6285652189819192377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-weddings-and-1-cs-bash.html' title='2 Weddings and 1 CS Bash'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-1909984368379056087</id><published>2006-11-13T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:26:52.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new wallpaper!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, its been an interesting weekend. On Saturday, I went to the Singapore International Car Show 2006. And boy did I enjoy enjoy myself. First, there were plenty of cars.....and of course later; there's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; eye candy. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took plenty of pics. But the one I like the most was this one. I've even used it as my desktop wallpaper =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5403/1100/1600/vbcgbhgf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5403/1100/400/vbcgbhgf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aint it cool? I still think photographically; its perfect!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And later on Sunday, I attended Joelle's wedding dinner at Grand ParkRoyal hotel. And as usual, it was like a reunion of sorts with ex-colleagues that have left M1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-1909984368379056087?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1909984368379056087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=1909984368379056087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/1909984368379056087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/1909984368379056087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-new-wallpaper.html' title='My new wallpaper!!!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-2117851041355852576</id><published>2006-11-01T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:48:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sigh. I guess its better this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These days I'm pretty hesitant to update my blog. Not known to many, my life right now isnt exactly a bed of roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And what made matters worst. Is that my brilliant brother decided to introduce my blog to my mum. Though, not that I have anything to hide from my mum, but I dont want her to read about my sadness and frustrations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, comes along this new service by Blogger Beta. Restricted access on my personal blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I never thought I would ever had to resort to this. But still.....having this feature now makes me feel a lil bit more at ease. Now I can bitch, curse, swear and pour out all my frustrations and anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What tops the list these days is financially related I guess. For all the hardwork I put in to these years; I have to start all over again. Start saving from scratch. No way I'm touching any of the savings I have back in Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, what does that leave me? Lower salary compared to 3 years ago. Increasing rental and standard of living. And a huge credit card debt that I have no idea when will I be able to clear. And the worst part? Spending money unnecessarily on people that I have no idea cares for me or not. Still....sometimes you cant measure friendship with the amount of money you spend on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I had an interesting though infuriating chat with a couple of friends. We were basically just joking around seeing that the weather is rainy, nice and cooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then a friend mentioned, "How nice if we're at Marina South now enjoying a nice steamboat dinner. Heaven".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The moment he said that, naturally I'd want to retort by saying something witty. But then.....it really got me thinking. What is the definition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt; to me? Is it winning millions of dollars from the Toto draw? Is it going on a cruise ship holiday in the Carribean? Is it being back in Penang with all my friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Somehow, I couldnt explain it. The one simple idea of Heaven to me at that point in time....waking up late in the day with the aroma of home cooked food all prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thats my idea of Heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then here comes the infuriating part. Another friend of mine just insensitively commented on my idea of heaven, "A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iya, dreams can be dreams la. Open your eyes and wake up to reality&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By then I really feel like giving him one tight slap. The reason I mentioned my idea of Heaven in the first place was to illustrate how lucky they are. How lucky to have someone by their side everyday. Caring for them. Loving them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For me, its a daily routine that I have to go out everyday to buy packet-food. Never once have the luxury having someone eat with me for company. Me sitting at home, eating my meals in front of the TV. Day in. Day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I think I'm losing my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-2117851041355852576?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2117851041355852576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=2117851041355852576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/2117851041355852576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/2117851041355852576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/11/heaven.html' title='Heaven?'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-116079684674067590</id><published>2006-10-14T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:46:06.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Graveyards. Hangover. Still standing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Friday, 13th 2006. Many would say its a sibeh suay day. But then again, its totally opposite for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Havent had this much fun for a very long time. And of all days; well......thats what's ironic about the whole thing. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The CR department had its teambuilding yesterday. Everyone was in a joy joy mood seeing that we all only had to work half day yesterday to participate in the teambuilding. And of all places, it was held at the Settler's Inn at Holland V. Interesting huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, for those of you that haven't been to Settler's Inn; basically the places is like a cybercafe. Except, the PCs are replaced with......board games. I must admit it was a pretty cool place if you're in the mood for some board gaming fun with a couple of friends.  And if you're feeling a lil bit hungry,  the establishment do serve a variety of stuff....from finger food to chicken chop, fish and chips, etc. But..........then again whether the food is edible; different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After the teambuilding, a few of us decided to chill out at Wala-Wala. I'm sure I've mention this place in my blog before. Its a nice waterring hole for those people who just finished work and wanna crash somewhere. Though, the only gripe I have about the place is the customer service. It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, the night turned out to be quite fun. It came to a point everyone was drinking non-stop. And a few of us of cos hit a high-high-happy-happy-joy-joy mood. Unfortunately, I was one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After having 2 pints of Kilkennys', I was sabo-ed into having another 2 Graveyards. Thank god I could still walk after that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/13102006_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/13102006_000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;my second Graveyard...yeah baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Like I said it in the beginning, it really has been a while I had this much fun. Chillin out with colleagues, making fun of each other and didnt had a care in the world.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Damn, its true. When you have alcohol; everyone's your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-116079684674067590?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/116079684674067590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=116079684674067590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/116079684674067590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/116079684674067590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-graveyards-hangover-still-standing.html' title='2 Graveyards. Hangover. Still standing.'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-116058134842482415</id><published>2006-10-11T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:52.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Buyout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Over night BILLIONAIRES. Thats what's on everbody's mind right now. Its not about being rich. Its not about the 7 digit figures anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its more like being...insanely rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yup, I'm refering to Chad and Steve. Owners of YouTube. And seriously? If you havent heard of YouTube? Reality check. You've been living under a stone. Shoot yourself. In the head. Twice. Geez....why bother. I'd shoot you myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, these selft proclaimed Internet Video kings have made a pretty penny for themselves. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the reason.....Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just less than 48 hours ago, YouTube have been bought over by Google for a whopping US$ 1.6billion. Yeah...read me right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;US$ 1.6 billion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. With this move, I guess Google's in the run for one of the most versatile search engine yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The best part of the whole story is the price that Google paid for the acquisition. Just think about it.....YouTube has only been established for 2 years. Which means, in just merely 2 years.....this company has grown from a backyard video sharing project, to America's Fortune 500! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its totally unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trust me, 2 years ago.....no financier or investor in his right mind would ever predict how fast YouTube would grow. Of course, YouTube owes its growth to videos like these.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apparently this particular clip was the MOST viewed video in its server. With over 33 million views in just 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehe....really alot of free people out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;====================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On another note....well, I finally got my last pay cheque from my ex-employer. Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its been a seriously harrowing experience all together, and I'm really glad that I'm able to close this chapter in my life and move on. If you'd ask me....I have nothing to do with that company anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with where I am, and most importantly I'm with the company of good friends. So much so that we had a small dinner the other day that really brought back memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be this particular stall in West Coast Road where it serves a mean dish of Koh Loh Yok and claypot noodles. Trust me, its really good. But just a few months ago, we heard the coffeeshop it was operating in closed down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just when we thought that we had had our last Koh Loh Yok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.....we got wind that the stall had moved to Teban Gardens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Immeadiately 3 words came to mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;MAI THU LIAU!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/SP_A0121_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/SP_A0121_000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/SP_A0122_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/SP_A0122_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Man...most satisfying....slurp!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-116058134842482415?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/116058134842482415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=116058134842482415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/116058134842482415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/116058134842482415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/10/corporate-buyout.html' title='Corporate Buyout'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-116031915519074144</id><published>2006-10-08T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:52.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sibeh Suay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I guess it was another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nua &lt;/span&gt;weekend for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehe...friends have been complaining that I've just been sleeping thru the entire weekend. Which is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Other than going out for a drink and movie after work on Friday, been doing nothing but sleep, eat and watching series for Saturday and Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh ya, by the way. The movie I saw was World Trade Center. Must admit, its was kinda poignant in a way that it totally avoids the spin on terrorism. It wasnt about the attack on America. It wasnt about the Al-Qaeda. It didnt even had any political message or agenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was only about the story of 2 port authority police officers who went thru 9/11. The movie told their story. And thats about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The part that hit me the most was the ending. There was this scene in the end that shows all the "missing persons" notices on a wall in a New York hospital. But if memory serves, I remember watching the enws 5 years ago that there were literally thousands of "missing persons" notices that were pasted all over New York. It was kinda toned down in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After some thought....then only I realised the rationale of editing out all the other notices. You see, the film makers wanna make you feel good in the end of the movie. It wasnt a movie aimed at making you feel sorrowful, sad or deppressed about 9/11. As a matter of fact, it wanted to make you feel good....make the Americans proud that they have survived 9/11. A celebration of survival of man kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So all in all, it was an average movie for me. The objective of the movie wasnt exactly in-line with my expectation of the movie. Cant fault a movie for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway.....I guess by now.....why the title for this entry? Well, let me start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was lazing around at home today. So, around lunch time I thought of walking over to the nearest Maybank (about 10 mins walking distance) ATM to draw some cash. And guess what? When I got there.....the ATM was down. Second time this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feeling abit pissed, I called up the Maybank hotline to give them my feedback. And then, I was told as an alternative, I could withdraw money from HSBC's ATM instead. So, thats all good and fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later this evening....I made my way all the way to PS. And once I got to the HSBC ATM there......the friggin ATM jammed and my card got stuck!!!!!! Boy was I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Immeadiately I called up Maybank and HSBC. Neither one of them could do anything. But I really gave it to the Maybank CSO (in a nice way of course). I talked to the guy about the whole issue starting with my first attempt at drawing cash from their ATM. To be honest, I wouldnt be so pissed if this is the first time their ATM failed on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mulfuctioning twice in a week? I mean cmon! Do something about it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I gave them my feedback and requested for a follow-up. The worst part.....is HSBC will be destroying my ATM card and I need to go down personally to one of Maybank's branches to collect it myself. I put it across to the Maybank CSO, "So, since I'm working 9am to 6pm from Mondays to Fridays; looks like I'll have to collect my card next Saturday? Where do you suggest I get money then?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though, I must admit I was pretty pissed at that time. I apologised to the CSO and told him he didnt have to answer my question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moving on to bigger things though......I am feeling like I'm wasting alot of my time away. Life is really passing me by and I'm not doing much. Started feeling like this when I heard one of my friends will be getting married soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sigh.....I'm sure that time will come, the feeling of dejection when your peers are getting married; moving on with life. And conversely, I'm still stuck at this stage of life.....getting older, not any wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off.....my ex-employer still havent paid me my last month's salary!!!!! Talk about hypocrites!!! These people are always like that. When they need you....they do &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; of the things for you. But when you are of no use to them? They take their own sweet time. Heck...for all I know I might not even get paid at all. And they owe me about $1.5k!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far they have not been responding no any of the emails I've sent them. Soon, I'll be considering to seek assistance from MOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friggin cheapos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I said folks. Never work for a small time company who thinks they own the world. I rather work for a corrupt, western, bureaucratic, backstabbing organisation anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-116031915519074144?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/116031915519074144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=116031915519074144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/116031915519074144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/116031915519074144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/10/sibeh-suay.html' title='Sibeh Suay'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115972155315406007</id><published>2006-10-02T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:52.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurry by Puddle of Mudd</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything's so blurry&lt;br /&gt;and everyone's so fake&lt;br /&gt;and everybody's empty&lt;br /&gt;and everything is so messed up&lt;br /&gt;pre-occupied without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;My whole world surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my someone&lt;br /&gt;you could be my scene&lt;br /&gt;you know that i'll protect you&lt;br /&gt;from all of the obscene&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what your doing&lt;br /&gt;imagine where you are&lt;br /&gt;there's oceans in between us&lt;br /&gt;but that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;well ya shoved it in my face&lt;br /&gt;this pain you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;can you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;well ya shoved it my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is changing&lt;br /&gt;there's noone left that's real&lt;br /&gt;to make up your ending&lt;br /&gt;and let me know just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;cause I am lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live at all&lt;br /&gt;my whole world surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;I stumble then I crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my someone&lt;br /&gt;you could be my scene&lt;br /&gt;you know that i will save you&lt;br /&gt;from all of the unclean&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what your doing&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;There's oceans in between us&lt;br /&gt;but that's not very far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me what you thought&lt;br /&gt;nobody told me what to say&lt;br /&gt;everyone showed you where to turn&lt;br /&gt;told you when to runaway&lt;br /&gt;nobody told you where to hide&lt;br /&gt;nobody told you what to say&lt;br /&gt;everyone showed you where to turn&lt;br /&gt;showed you when to runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pain you give to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you take it all&lt;br /&gt;you take it all away...&lt;br /&gt;explain again to me&lt;br /&gt;you take it all away&lt;br /&gt;explain again to me&lt;br /&gt;take it all away&lt;br /&gt;explain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-115972155315406007?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115972155315406007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115972155315406007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115972155315406007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115972155315406007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/10/blurry-by-puddle-of-mudd.html' title='Blurry by Puddle of Mudd'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115967904572007037</id><published>2006-10-01T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:52.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my life back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finally its the last weekend of my unemployment. And seems like I'm already getting busy even before I started work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last night Boss Alzari  invited me to my old department's BBQ bash...... and boy, I enjoyed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Its been a while since I'm in the company of so many good friends and people who support me. Initially I had my reservations about going back to M1 only after 3 months of my resignation. Gossip mongers spreading rumours is almost inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But then again....after last night, all my worries are laid to rest. I felt in a way, I was welcomed back in open arms and it really made me feel that I belonged there. Supportive colleagues, caring friends......in many ways thats what anyone could ever asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Trust me, I know. Recently I've been seeing alot of things which really made me think about what makes a good or bad friend. For instance, I have a friend who's popular; goes clubbing every weekend, partying and such. But when it comes down to it.....when she gets drunk....everyone seems to just go by their own way and go home. The responsibility of a friend is not present at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;True...when it comes down to it, its the people who sticks by you without prejudice during the lowest points in your life. With this in mind.....so far, I know I'm blessed to have good friends throughout my difficult times. I'm blessed to have gotten to know Donald, Ho, Alan and my boss, Alzari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lets just say life would be a much horrible ordeal to endure without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nonetheless, I really enjoyed myself last night during the BBQ. One of the biggest highlights of the BBQ is even getting to see my "long lost sister" Cassie!!! No doubt she's not in M1 anymore, but she was invited as well. Man.......I do miss her alot. It was definately good to see her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then of course, another highlight of the night was our regular drinking session after the BBQ.  During this period, everyong just hangs back and enjoy the booze and talk-cock-sing-song. Really feels like the good old days =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Haha....and man its been a while since I drank. We had multiple concoctions of Baileys, Absolut and wine. By the end of the night (and multiple shots) - about 2am, we were all in a few good mood....just chilling out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After that, Ho, Alzari and me decided to prolong the night and went for the famous Boon Lay nasi lemak for supper. By the time I got home......5am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I miss this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-115967904572007037?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115967904572007037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115967904572007037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115967904572007037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115967904572007037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-my-life-back.html' title='I want my life back'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115953685326946034</id><published>2006-09-29T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess its about the right time.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, what can I say? Its been a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Its been a while since I updated my blog. Its been a while since I have anything worth writing. Its been a while since........my life turned upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sigh....and I guess its about time to start blogging again. And who knows, maybe the people who frequent my blog has stopped visiting my site. Well, cant say thats exactly a bad thing. Sometimes I'd rather certain individuals don't read my blog at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, what have I been up to for the past month or so? Well, alot. Firstly, I resigned from my job. Thats right. I was unemployed for an entire month. Cant say this period has been exactly a walk in the park. Constantly worried about my finances, worried about my future and worried about my survival. Cos' to me, no work means no money. No money means no rent. No rent means no roof over my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Insecured, panicky, anxious....you name it. I was a total wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But hold on a minute. The big question. Why did I resigned in the first place? Well, alot of reasons. Not about to go into the details though. But basically the whole ordeal was like going thru hell. So much so I had to leave within 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hence, there I was. Jobless and clueless about what I was suppose to do after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then, the mother of all ironies happened. I went back to M1. Yeah.......I know. I'll say it again. Ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just about 3 months ago, I left M1. Thought of starting a new career into Marketing. And then life decides to take a cruel twist and there I was back in M1 again. Still, going back isnt exactly bad (thats what I tell myself). But then again, I might have done it out of sheer desperation....but I have to admit that the job package offered by M1 isnt too shabby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And the reprieve I get? Atleast I'm not going back to the Call Center. I'll be dealing with a whole new level of shit - Customer Resolutions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the end, I learned alot from the whole episode. Alot of drama. Alot of emotional turmoil. Sigh.....and all this drama doesnt even involve a girl. Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, throughout that difficult period, when you have nobody to turn to; one can only turn to the devine for guidance. I prayed. I went to the temple to pray. Yeah I know...it sounds pathetic. But then again,  I guess its difficult to illustrate what I was going thru emotionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eventually, things started to get better. It always does. As I have landed a job back with M1, alot of other things in my life fell into place too, which subsequently even allowed me to travel to Japan for a short holiday. Unexpected huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, its been up and down for me for the past month. Until now, I still have a few nagging worries on my mind. But then again, everyone has problems. Just have to learn to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-115953685326946034?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115953685326946034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115953685326946034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115953685326946034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115953685326946034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/09/guess-its-about-right-time.html' title='Guess its about the right time.....'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115541474353249590</id><published>2006-08-13T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far, so good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Check it out!!! Just look at the time. Its 4.12am!!!! And I'm feeling damn good about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, you see...I just came home from my "second" supper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The weekend has been moving along pleasantly well. What I thought would be a quiet Saturday night at home; somehow became quite an enjoyable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unlike to many peers my age, whenever Saturday nights comes along....their idea of fun is clubbing, drinking and stoning themselves. But all my life, I havent really gotten use to that as an idea of a good time. Once in a while, I don't mind the occasional clubbing....but somehow, I rather spend my time chatting with good friends over a good meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight is one good example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don, Alan and I decided to go for a quick supper around 9pm. And as usual, we talked alot and we ate alot. Of course, I always enjoy their company and somehow, coming out for supper at these hours always reminds me of home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later, as I got home about 12am, I received another call about 2am. It was my former Boss, Alzari - though until now I still call him Boss. And again, we went for another supper! Hence, my "second" supper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I know its fattening. But I swear I only had drinks the second time around. *burp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Boss is a person whom I seriously respect. The first few managers who I reported to when I was in M1. And definately one of the few people that I will never forget. It was really nice to see him again as we updated each other on the ongoings of our professional lives and....personal lives. In the end, he did give me good advice about my current employment; always supportive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, if you'd asked me how's my weekend so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So far, so good.&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/9016603-115541474353249590?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115541474353249590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115541474353249590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115541474353249590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115541474353249590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far, so good'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115531766707103915</id><published>2006-08-12T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great start....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, its just Friday evening and I'm already having a great start to the weekend...touchwood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Right off the bat from work, I kinda excused myself to leave on time cos I had a dinner appointment. And even with some pending items to close......I have learned to psycho myself that I have to take things a little bit easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, after work...I rushed off to Maxwell foo0dcourt where I was meeting Don, Alan and Ho for dinner. And boy....it was really a good dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We ordered 1 whole chicken from the famous chicken rice stall and a few other side dishes. And the whole atmosphere of 4 buddies eating together is just....comfortable. Whenever I think of it...it really brings me back to the Hong Kong movie scenes where you have 4 "hou heng tai" sitting around, eating steamboat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Anyway, we had a few good laughs. Especially when Ho commented Chinatown got alot of Chinese.....Immediately all of us burst out in laughter. Its like you're going to India and say...."Here got alot of Indians hor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After that, we adjourned back to my place and chilled out. Then suddenly we had this great idea..... Since we were free and got nothing much to do. And whats the best use of time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Learn and hone a new skill of course. So, this is what we ended up doing for the night...till 12am. Like our Sifu said, "Mahjong. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;......its better than sex". Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/12-08-06_0000.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/12-08-06_0000.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-115531766707103915?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115531766707103915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115531766707103915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115531766707103915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115531766707103915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-start.html' title='A great start....'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115522724989928742</id><published>2006-08-11T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I almost died of a heart attack when I got home today. No there wasnt any burglar. No there wasnt any stripper waiting for me (I wish....). But a mere letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I saw that letter, I was freaked out. I was tensed. I nearly died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The letter was from.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/11-08-06_0009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/11-08-06_0009.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Only 2 words came to mind. National Service. Cos I heard of some rumours before that even PRs were suppose to go for National Service. I mean, you'll never know. Under one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friggin-small-they-aspect-people-to-see-with-magnifying-eyes&lt;/span&gt; fine print; I might have obliviously agreed for NS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then when I slowly ripped open the letter......phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/11-08-06_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/11-08-06_0010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You see, in Singapore they wanna notify you of everything. And in this case, they wanted to notify me that I was EXEMPTED from National Service. Goddamnit.....why have I never received any letter informing me that I'm exempted from taxes? Fug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Anyway, the letter continue to mention I am exempted cos I'm a first generation PR. Which also means to say.....if I settle down here, my kid will be looking at 2 years of NS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, what can I say...... That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; problem.&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/9016603-115522724989928742?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115522724989928742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115522724989928742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115522724989928742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115522724989928742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/08/what.html' title='What the?!?!?!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115509604583897998</id><published>2006-08-09T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Round-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh man, where do I begin? Its been really a while now since I have managed to update my blog. And to be honest, I really miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;These days, every night when I come home, all I wanna do is hit the sack. And on every weekends, all I wanna do is stone in front of the idiot box. Guess since, its public holiday today (Singapore National Day) - which dont really come by often......this is a good time as any other to finally update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, back to the same question....where do I begin? Maybe its time to do a reflection on how things have been for the past couple of months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, lets go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Since I left M1, there's been much turbulent times. Not what I was expecting, my new job ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;s taken a turn for rough seas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I find myself stubling from one mistake to another and really strggling to find my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Marketing" foot. Most of the times, I learn things from making mistakes rather than being point the right direction. Sure, one can argue making mistakes is fine and you'll learn from it and other bla bla bla reasons. But when you're working for a perfectionist, mistakes are things that you cannot afford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Though, I do have my reprieves at times. Small little things that makes my day a little bit be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tter. As I mentioned in my previous post.....I really pamper myself when we finished one major project at work. So, I'm gonna touch on one of my favourite subjects...FOOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;First off...my boss took us to a Japanese restauraunt along East Coast, Waraku. My take on it? Good food; and affordable considering the posh settings. The selection was pretty extensive. And not to mention the unique little desserts that we ordered. I have seen these assortments of desserts before, but never really had the chance to try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/SP_A0027_007.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/SP_A0027_007.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/SP_A0028_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/SP_A0028_008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/SP_A0029_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/SP_A0029_009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/SP_A0030_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/SP_A0030_010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/SP_A0031_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/SP_A0031_011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/SP_A0032_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/SP_A0032_012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This dish looks like an apple, no? Its actually ice-cream with chocolate in the center!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that following weekend...boy oh boy did I slurge on food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/SP_A0034_014.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/SP_A0034_014.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There was a trip to Ma Maison's. I have nothing but praise for this place. Its really one of those cozy/unique/contemporary restaurants. And the best part? They serve fusion food....to be exact, Western Japanese food. Weird huh? Anyhow, I was only there for someth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ing light and some drinks. Still...I'm definately going back there for a hearty main course! *wanna try da escargos*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/SP_A0038_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/SP_A0038_017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And finally.....the muther of all meals and dinners. Which literally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; shove &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a wooden stake thru my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; wallet's heart. Non other than Ah Yat Abalone. And trust me.....it was WORTH EVERY PENNY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, its thru that I might be crying all the way to the bank. But hey....once you have a taste of their food.....sheer heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I was there, me and my friend ordered the set dinner. They had several different sets on menu, though being me; I decided to aim for the top few. The set I chose consist of a 6 course meal (I think). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was so indulged in my food that I only remembered to take 1 pictures of my dinner. However, what surprised me the most is the fish!!! I was generally expecting the best dish out of the 6 was the abolone, but when I finally had the chance to taste the fish....its one of the BEST I have ever tasted!!!! My friend told me its was they call "snow fish"... of course this is the dialect or nickname of the fish. I have no idea of its actual name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Moving on, something related to food as well.......I had 2 really good dinners over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On Sunday, I was invited to attend the Joo Chiat National Day Dinner at the Neptune restaurant along Collyer Quay. Must admit, it was my first "political dinners" and I had no idea what to expect. Naturally there were alot of politicians and Grass Root Leaders. These are more or less like our Assembly men back in Malaysia. And then, there was of course the Guest of Honor which is Mr. Chan Soo Sen, a Member of Parliament for the Joo Chiat Constituency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It was a surreal experience. No doubt the on-stage performances was really entertaining, but I felft akward everytime they asked everyone to stand up and sing the Singapore National Day song and anthem. With that, I was still cool about it. But then........the one thing that left me speechless the most. Reciting the Singapore Pledge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm not exactly in love with my home country and at the same time you don't see me knocking on doors to apply for Singapore citizenship. Still, it just feels weird from a &lt;em&gt;foreigner's&lt;/em&gt; point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nuff' said. One thing is confirmed. If I was ever to be caught on video or tape....I'll never be able to run for Malaysian politics. Ever. For god's sakes, I even had a funky neon-light blinking Singapore flag-badge pasted on my shirt the entire night!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And lastly, the dinner that made me happiest in months. As usual....steamboat at home. Had the usual gang over for steamboat and it was really good to see all of them again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I even manage to go back to M1 in the afternoon before the steamboat. I was so happy and nostalgic to see all my ex-colleagues and bosses. As usual, my ex-bosses are as supportive as ever. Really miss all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then later, went to Carrefour with Donald to pick up the food...and little did we know....we bought too much. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the end, I really enjoyed myself. I was only thinking.....how nice if everyday could be like that.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-115509604583897998?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115509604583897998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115509604583897998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115509604583897998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115509604583897998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/08/monthly-round-up.html' title='Monthly Round-Up'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115370024499617997</id><published>2006-07-24T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank Heavens Its Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Its about time I updated my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Feels like I never have the time for anything these days. Blogging, couch-potato-ing, sleeping....all seems are taking a back seat. Its been work, work, work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Though, I do hope that things can slow down from now on - now that all the major events are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Its been hell seriously. Staying in office for more than 15 hours everyday, I'm constantly in a situation where a million things can go wrong. You simply cant imagine the tense and stress level. And not to mention the constant fight against gastric pains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And to make matters worse, I'm suppose to be in-charge of the sound system during the events. And what have I learned? Never, never, never be the person in-charge of the sound system. The moments where you have to hit the music at the precise timing is damn stressful. It feels like you're shitting in your pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Still, I admit....I did cock-up a few times and trust me; I got a good buttering from my boss later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the end, I guess its a good learning experience. The first thing I did after all this has ended was to treat myself to a good meal. And when I mean good....you better believe it. A few words came to mind......sushi, gratin and abalone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be updating my blogs with the pics of all my scrupcious dining experiences soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Right now....I have to head for work again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-115370024499617997?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115370024499617997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115370024499617997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115370024499617997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115370024499617997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-heavens-its-over.html' title='Thank Heavens Its Over'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115333791677187828</id><published>2006-07-20T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, I never knew finance and investments is this exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its 3am and I'm still in office. Guess this is my virgin entry from office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been staying in office till about 5am these days as we're having the trading championship. And what can I say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm introduced to a world that I never knew existed. All my life when I go home, and go to sleep; I never knew that on the other side of the world.......the excitement begins. Every word uttered by the financial masters in the US market sends ripples throughout the financial world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From the opening bell to the closing bell.....the 8 hours between is sheer excitement. Sitting here with all the traders, you can literally feel their adrenaline rushing in their veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will report more when its all over....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been damn busy for the past few weeks....*average sleeping time for the past 2 weeks; 4 hours/day*&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/9016603-115333791677187828?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115333791677187828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115333791677187828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115333791677187828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115333791677187828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/07/different-world.html' title='A Different World'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115243749401047780</id><published>2006-07-09T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forza Azzuri, Viva Le Bleu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Time sure flies....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Its been a while since my last post and boy I've been busy. All the talk about only having to work from 9am to 6pm, Mondays to Fridays.....seems to be only; talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the past couple of weeks, been busting my chops off at work. Staying back till 9pm everyday, working every other Saturday. And when it comes to Sundays? My idea of the best use of the time I have is to....sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But enough about work. I just realised that throughout all my previous post.....I havent talked about the WORLD CUP!!!! How could I?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So far, this particular year's World Cup has been seriously exciting and unpredicatable. To be honest, the best matches I have seen so far is the opening match between Germany and Ivory Coast and the match between France and Brazil. Of course, at the end of this match....the La Bleus sent the Samba Boys packing. Brazil just didnt have what it takes to win the Cup this year. All the hype about Ronaldinho and Ronaldo is all for naught. None of then delievered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And not to mention.....England. All the excitement, hype and build-up....ended with one pathetic penalty shoot-out. I mean, weeks before the World Cup, there was the Rooney fiasco. Everyone thought that the moment this Wonder Kid stepped on the field, magic's gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Amongst all the other 32 teams, England has the most publicity. Everyone is talking about it. The kopitiam uncles, the coffee drinking execs, the toilet cleaners and the Char Koay Teow auntie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But in the end, what happened? Nothing. Rooney didnt do magic. Peter "I'm-confused-NBA-Robocop" Crouch didnt manage to dance. Theo Willcott didnt even run. And the worse? Lampard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Total shots on Goal = 22.&lt;br /&gt;Goals = 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;How &lt;s&gt;bad&lt;/s&gt; unlucky can they get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One team that really impressed though, is Germany. Boy, I was rooting for the Germans all the way from their opening match. Young they may be, but they really put on a show. Klose still has his magic finishing touches (wonder why he aint so famous on club levels). And to me the best German player? Philip Lahm. A left full back that can score goals. Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Though, in they end they were beaten by the Azzuris. I cant help to feel a little bit sad for Klinsmann. The German lagend was about to repeat the feat of the another German lagend Franz Beckenbauer. The only man who won the World Cup as a player and as a manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I'm still every bit of excited for the showdown tonight. Its Italy vs France. Never really expected such a Finals. Given a choice....me rooting for France! Why? Cos the King is there. Being an Arsenal fan-boy, I hope to see King Henry does his magic tonight. Oh...of course there is Zidane too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, as far as my days go, its only the World Cup for me......though...there's PANGYA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/273437pangya_002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/273437pangya_002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone heard of this online game before? I've been playing it like NUTS!!! Intro-ed to me by Don, this simple online game of golf is damn addictive man. If there was any better reason for a break-up between a girl and a guy...this game would be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Somehow, we just cant seem to get enuff of it. If ever anyone wants to give it a try, click &lt;a href="http://www.pangyasea.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maybe its a guy thing. We dont grow up. But trust me, if you have a thing for online gaming. You'll find yourself...Pangya-ing even in your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-115243749401047780?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115243749401047780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115243749401047780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115243749401047780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115243749401047780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/07/forza-azzuri-viva-le-bleu.html' title='Forza Azzuri, Viva Le Bleu'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115153960194778149</id><published>2006-06-29T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These days, I usually finish work around 9pm to 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea of Marketing Executives having to stay back hours long even after the required hours is starting to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, by the time I finish work....I'm 110% famished. Cant really have a heavy lunch - else I'll get too sleepy when I head back to office; and at the same time dinner is about 9pm.....the moment I step out of office, its like releasing wolf on a full-mooned night. There's only one thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, sometimes I get so tired I always resort to my all this favourite; TV-dinners; but in my case, PC-dinners. I save alot of time munching dinner while chatting online, reading blogs and surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another good thing.....when you leave work that late at a place like Bugis; the Cold Storage there always have this clearance offers for their sushi bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/28-06-06_2254.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/28-06-06_2254.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/28-06-06_2254.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A set like this cost me only about $7. Cheap huh?&lt;br /&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/9016603-115153960194778149?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115153960194778149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115153960194778149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115153960194778149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115153960194778149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-hours.html' title='After Hours'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115133133117883641</id><published>2006-06-26T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streeeeeeeess &amp;......TREXIES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn its been a stressful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its already my 3rd week in my new company and I'm still trying to adapt and find my place within the entire organisation. Cant really say it has been a honeymoon period as well. Every day when I set foot into office, I have to start writing down a to-do list. And as each day goes by, the list seems to be getting longer and longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been &lt;strong&gt;ups&lt;/strong&gt;, and there has been &lt;strong&gt;downs&lt;/strong&gt;. The &lt;strong&gt;up&lt;/strong&gt; parts are mostly when I manage to get things done and the sense of accomplishment is simply fabulous. And the &lt;strong&gt;down &lt;/strong&gt;parts? Well, thats when I kena &lt;em&gt;buttered&lt;/em&gt; by my boss. Its a serious test to my resolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to know that whatever shit is thrown my way, I can take it. I can adapt and soak in any information like a dry sponge. I never wavered. But not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I find myself doubting myself more and more. Everything has its own intricate detail that must not be missed. Thats what you get from a boss who's a perfectionist. ZERO tolerance for incompetence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I constantly remind myself that I'm learning loads and this is my best chance to make it in the Marketing field. Its just worth it. Every shit, mistake and lesson. Something is there to be learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea....anyone heard of Trexies before? Just take a look at these 2. Attitude &lt;em&gt;siah!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/26-06-06_2150.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-115133133117883641?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115133133117883641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115133133117883641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115133133117883641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115133133117883641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/streeeeeeeess-trexies.html' title='Streeeeeeeess &amp;......TREXIES!!!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115064023174943624</id><published>2006-06-18T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man of Steel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, I cant help it. I'm seriously H-Y-P-E-D out about it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favourite superhero's finally back on the silver screen after so many years of absence. And he's coming back in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn straight. I'm not talking about some sissy cigar grunting mutant with claws or some blind dude with red-colored spandex. And he sure aint one of those low-grade torned up hero with a sad pathetic background story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's the Alpha, the Omega. He's Superman. Yeah baby. (And dun anybody dare to diss the Man of Steel. I'll be sure to shove a kryptonite up your nether regions where the sun dont shine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Superman has come a long long way. The most memorable actor who played the Man of Steel, Christopher Reeve. in life, Reeve was every bit of Superman on and off screen. He was Superman in every sense of the word. And finally, Reeve met his demise in 2004 succumbing to his paralactic horse riding injury. Still....this man never let anything keep him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/reeve.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/routh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/reeve.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/reeve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/routh.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/routh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reeve and Routh. Dead-ringers for the role of Superman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now...years later. We have found the next Man. Kudos to Bryan Singer for finding the perfect successor to Reeve - Brandon Routh. Just look at him! You really cant go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I only hope Superman Returns will do justice to the legend. To my childhood hero. To the Man of Steel.&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/9016603-115064023174943624?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115064023174943624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115064023174943624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115064023174943624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115064023174943624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/man-of-steel.html' title='Man of Steel'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115057198504897771</id><published>2006-06-18T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:51.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Bye Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Best night I had for the entire week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Miraculously for this particular week.....ALL, for the first time, the ENTIRE Black Bye team was able to make it for a steamboat session at my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030655.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030655.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Sadly this is what has become of my mahjong table. Had more makan sessions on this table rather than mahjong sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You see, back in M1, a few of my colleagues and I were known as the Black Byes. And yes, it sounds vulger. And if you have a problem with it....shoot yourself. In the head. Twice. - Hehe...its been a long time since i used this line. But anyway, the formation of the Black Byes involves a long and interesting story. But in the end, dont get me wrong...we're not named after a certain pubic region of the female gender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In total, there are 6 of us. And in the past, we always wanted to have a Black Byes Summit; though it never materialised. Its either one of us were on some cock shift, or something else. So in a way, this is our very first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/dfgdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/dfgdf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;An "aerial" shot of our dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Its really fun to see everyone again. And I havent laughed that hard in ages. Also, I even got the chance to update myself with the latest gossips in office. Though, from what they are telling me, seems like things are getting from bad to worse in M1. The situation has came to a stage of Red-Alert and even CD, OMs; are called out to answer calls. I guess in many ways, its time they have a taste of their own medicine. Now....they will know what the CSOs are going thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just too bad I'm not around to see the look on their faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After dinner, every stayed back with the exception of Alvin - being a father and a family man, he has to see his kid home. Still, it was fun. The rest of us just chit-chatted and hung around watching the World Cup matches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;However, I was most touched when my ex-bosses and colleagues asked me about my new job. I explained to them about the difficulties and the stress that I'm facing....all of them are very supportive and encouraging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Its really something when you have your ex-bosses cheering you on for your new job. They keep on telling me that I'll do fine. I must admit, their words do give me temporary reprieve from all the pressure I'm going thru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Black Byes FOREVER!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-115057198504897771?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115057198504897771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115057198504897771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115057198504897771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115057198504897771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/black-bye-summit.html' title='Black Bye Summit'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115051919186384476</id><published>2006-06-17T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok....finally its the weekend. Something which I havent really got used to yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, it doesnt mean the pressure is off. Just yesterday had the first one-on-one meeting with my boss. And immeadiately right off the bat, he layed down what was expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say is....it dont look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like my responsibilities just grew triple exponentially. First, there was competitor tracking. Second, there is advertisement tracking...then later on added with budget setting and monitoring. And the list goes on and on and on and on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest fear in mind came to reality. Marketing Strategies. The highlight of my meeting today was more or less like an &lt;em&gt;emperor's decree&lt;/em&gt;. I was to formulate and materialise 48 Marketing strategies for the next 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48......48.....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;48 MARKETING STRATEGIES!!?!?!?!!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me I dont have stress. With zero Marketing experience, I now have to formulate 48 marketing strategies with budgets of thousands of dollars. No doubt about it. I cant make any mistakes. And as much as I love Marketing, this is truly proving to be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, looking back from where I'm coming from.....this is where I'm suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, after work....went out on my first out-of-office dinner with another colleague. She's been with the company for quite some time now and its somewhat of an orientation to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Billy Bombers and of course, I ordered the trademark All-Star burger!!!!! Seriously the BIGGEST burger it town....finally I manage to have a decent meal for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/16-06-06_2058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yup, my 2nd Billy Bombardment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you can say that the dinner was...."educational". Learned alot about the company and my colleagues. And also, it gives me a opportunity to express my thoughts and concerns to another colleague which I have been keeping to myself all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well......so far, so good. Pressure, pressure, pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on telling myself.....we eat pressure for breakfast.&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/9016603-115051919186384476?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115051919186384476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115051919186384476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115051919186384476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115051919186384476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/48.html' title='48'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115039104969222239</id><published>2006-06-16T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its been a loOoOoOOoOoOooog day at work today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, as each day progresses, the more I learn. And as expected, the workload today are piling in non-stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After lunch, I could hardly catch a breath and its one task after another. However, I have now come to one conclusion on my current job. There are some seriously big shoes to fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With the departure of the previous Marketing Manager, there are so many things under her belt that needs to be picked-up at the shortest time possible. So, I guess these days I'm racking my brain trying to remember every single thing that I have learnt for the past 4 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a way, I'm not too sure if I'm able to live up to expectations; and it also feels weird to be making so many dicisions in a day. And the decisions I have to make these days....will either break or make the company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Which ad to run, when to run it, what are the budget considerations, whats the reach of publish ads and who are the target markets. All these questions and a hundred more are always on my mind constantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So as you can see, I'm seriously stressed out. Without any prior experience, all I can do is go on my gut feeling on the best Marketing strategies I know.....after that, I'm leaving it to the stars.&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/9016603-115039104969222239?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115039104969222239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115039104969222239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115039104969222239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115039104969222239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/big-shoes.html' title='Big Shoes'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115020783461970273</id><published>2006-06-13T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference between Heaven and Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just came back from "dinner" with Don....kinda happy to see a familiar face after 2 days of work at the new place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, whatr can I say about my new employer? Hmmmmm....lets just put it this way; its DIFFERENT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back in M1, no matter the time or period of the day, you are always busy. Every second, every minute have to be spent online with the customers. But here.....no, things are less stressful. Though, somehow you will feel that every minute you spend doing something....its something worth doing. You feel as if you're not wasting your time away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On my very first day....must admit that the earlier part of the day was kinda boring. I had tonnes of material to read and in a way, working there requires alot of self-initiative. I'm not told on what to do, but I just have to cover as much as I can. Still, it was.....fulfilling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I get to do in the end of the day is Marketing. I'm learning tonnes as I go along. Get to have meetings with PR and Advertising agencies, work hand in hand with the Projects team to organise events. And of course, what I like best....thinking of Marketing ideas to push the product. And I'm happy to say...some of the ideas have been well received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In months to come, I can foresee that my workload can only get heavier and heavier. Why? Because I am the only staff in the Marketing Department!!! Its a one-man show!!! Hehe...thats because the previous Marketing Manager got pregnant and now she's a full time mum. However, I'm not complaining.....what I'm learning now is priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end...I'm happy I took the big step leaving M1. I remembered when I was back in M1....after working 9 and a half hours staright, I come back home feeling down, exhausted and lethargic. All I want to do is go to bed and not do anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But for this job.......even after today.....my second day. I just finished work at 8.30pm; which I have been working for 11 and a half hours, all I wanna do now is to go to sleep..........So I can wake up early tomorrow for work again!!!! hehe =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its really such a drastic change for me.&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/9016603-115020783461970273?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115020783461970273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115020783461970273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115020783461970273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115020783461970273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/difference-between-heaven-and-hell.html' title='Difference between Heaven and Hell'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-115001917779585187</id><published>2006-06-11T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your current schedule is LOGOUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/08-06-06_1340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/08-06-06_1340.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read my last greeting and I've uttered my last closing.  Not much of a secret right now....but  my last working day in M1, is officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As common as it comes, last days are very much....bittersweet. On one hand, I was about to embark on a new career and hopefully better things. But on the other hand....I was leaving the only people I know in Singapore...and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, in the end of it all...it felt surreal. It doenst feel like it was my last day and I cant seem to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; believe it. When I took my last call - for formalities sake - I started to reflect on my very first call about 3 years ago. And somehow...it just doesnt seem that long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the time to talked to a couple of friends before I left and I was hoping so much that I wont get teary eyed. Thankfully I didnt. Though, for a few moments, I was really touched by the parting words of some of the managers and colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now...whats in store for the future? Too fuzzy to predict anything I guess. But definately no more working shifts, no more talking to morons and explaining why phone bills are high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Thank you for calling M1.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030625.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For more pictures, please feel free to click &lt;a href="http://calezero.multiply.com/photos/album/1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://calezero.multiply.com/photos/album/1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-115001917779585187?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/115001917779585187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=115001917779585187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115001917779585187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/115001917779585187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-current-schedule-is-logout.html' title='Your current schedule is LOGOUT'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114952618896258178</id><published>2006-06-06T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well....guess I'm starting to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;The countdown begins as I have less than a week before I leave my current job. 10th June. Thats the date. My last day at a place which I started my career straight out of college. The place where I served and report to work for the past 3 years. And also....the place that actually open the doors to Singapore for me.&lt;br /&gt;Not too sure how I will feel during my last day. Guess it'll just be any other day I suppose. Not many people will be in office as its a Saturday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Though, one thing for sure, I will definately miss the people whom I've worked with. People that have gone thru with me during my ups and downs. People that has been there for me when I didnt have anyone left in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I've definately made truly good friends there. I've mentioned it before; no matter what was the reason that brought me to Singapore, but one thing that I am grateful is that I found this wonderful group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;And of course......managers - my immeadiate managers that I feel I will never be able to find in other companies. Still, I see them not as managers. I see them as..... friends. Friends to share stories with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, there's my colleagues across the call center floor. The BYES. The bowling team. All of them I will surely miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is only these people that gave me much encouragement to move on with my career. For the past few days...they have put to rest much of my anxieties I have about my new job.&lt;br /&gt;All their words, faith and confidence in me.....in a way, I am really touched by it. Just hope that I will not dissapopint them.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how much these friends mean to me. =)&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/9016603-114952618896258178?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114952618896258178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114952618896258178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114952618896258178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114952618896258178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114926179483650337</id><published>2006-06-02T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombs Away!!!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/02-06-06_2032.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/02-06-06_2032.8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Got alot of things done today, and especially some banking matters that I have been procrastinating for quite some time. However, the highlight of the day was......dinner with my long time pal and ex-colleague Rena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Its been almost 2 to 3 months since I saw her and we decided to meet up for dinner at Billy Bombers - Parco Bugis. She's still the same and to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; anyone that knows Rena, everyone can attest she's one of the nicest people you can ever meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm kinda envious of her. She's been travelling alot lately. Been to KL, Cameron Highlands; just rececently came back from Australia and......heading to China again this month!!! Talk about globe trekking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really a blast to see her again and catch up with our lives....and before you know it....she sprang a surprise and gave me a belated birthday present!!! And this my friends.....is a seriously SPECIAL present. You know what she got me? A picture frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah...most of you must be saying, "A picture frame? Pfft! So what? Thats boring".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT trust me when I say special. I cant stress enough that its so, so, so, so, so, so, so special and unique!!!!!! Check it out!!!! She got me a levitating/floating picture frame!!!! HOW COOL IS THAT?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/02-06-06_2253.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/02-06-06_2253.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/02-06-06_2254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/02-06-06_2254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/02-06-06_2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/02-06-06_2255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/02-06-06_2256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/02-06-06_2256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/02-06-06_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/02-06-06_2257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;It spins!!! You have have 2 seperate pictures on each side - *ting!* how nice if I had a girlfriend so I can put my pic on one side and my girlfriend's pic on the other. Heheh...then I'll be spinning the darn thing around everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like something out of Star Trek!!!!!!!! I cant wait to start using it!!! Though, the only problem is finding the right spot for it (as it has a magnetic field, so kinda sensative to other electronic appliances)...and of course....figuring out what pictures to add in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beam me up Scottie!!!!!&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/9016603-114926179483650337?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114926179483650337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114926179483650337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114926179483650337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114926179483650337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/bombs-away.html' title='Bombs Away!!!~'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114922714731781043</id><published>2006-06-02T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Call it the end of the road. Call it reaching its limits. Call it Mass Resignations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since the day I tendered my resignation, another 5 has resigned as well. And most actively for the past 3 days. Its as if there's a resignation every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guessed in many ways, I've already seen this coming. And I also have raised my cautions to some of my managers that this might happen. And it did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, nothing much can be done. Not even my immeadiate managers can do anything about it. As long as the call center is being runned by arrogant imbeciles and morons; no pun intended - but they're gonna run the place to the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its all coming apart at the seams. Even during my exit interview, I have raised my concerns to HR and voiced out to them what are the difficulties CSOs have to go thru; I'm not too sure if it will bear any impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the past few days, the management has been sending out emails asking everyone to contribute for more OT. And they even used the words "rough times". But c'mon, who are responsible for these "rough times"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've said it once, I'll say it again. When 1 month you don't hit your targets. It might be a fluke, it might be CSOs playing punk. But when you dont hit your targets for 6 months, you really have to start looking at the bigger picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When they ask, "Why is Service Levels plunging every day?". The answer, "Cos of low staff strenght."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when they ask, "Why is the staff strenght low?". The asnwer, "Because staff are resigning".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when they ask, "Why staff are resigning?". That my friends.......the blind morons at the higher management will never be able to comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, one thing I did noticed when I resigned. Some Operational Managers looked at me as if I betrayed them. As if I have left them in their hour of need. And trust me, it is not the look of gratitude or appreciation of any sort after 3  years of working hard to serve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And to add salt to the wound? CSOs suffer and fight so hard to save Service Levels...so that in the end of the day, some Operational Managers can get their Call Center Manager of the Year Award by CCAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not this year.&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/9016603-114922714731781043?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114922714731781043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114922714731781043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114922714731781043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114922714731781043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/06/house-of-cards.html' title='House of Cards'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114898570816552153</id><published>2006-05-30T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Belated Birthday Celebration and Shoppin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A pleasant surprise came last Sunday in office as there was a small celebrations for the colleagues that celebrated thier birthdays in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun and Boss Alzari bought Secret Recipe cakes from Johore which is ABSOLUTELY mouth watering. Just look at the size of the cakes!!!! The Chocolate Indulgence is absolutely to die for and the CheeseCake was any short of the word...sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/28-05-06_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/28-05-06_1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;okok..fine fine. thats a pizza in my hand...I was hungry ok!??!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/28-05-06_1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/28-05-06_1544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite a good birthday this year. On the eve of changing to a new job, starting a new life....and of course, same old resolution last year, no majob worries in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with his Majesty BB King aka Mario aka Ah Ho last weekend. Basically we just wanted to chill out and do some light shopping - seeing that I need a major change in my wardrobe since I'll be needing more office attires in months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite a while since I went to shop for clothes. And of course....the same can be said about Ah Ho. The last time the dude bought office clothes was about 3 years ago. Hehe...somewhere about the same time I last bought meself a pair of slacks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off at Raffles Place where we somehow always ended up at Funan. Cant really stay away from that place. Being Techno Geeks, me and Ah Ho are kinda just drawn to that place. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/27-05-06_1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/27-05-06_1910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway...after that...we went to PS and then later walked all the way to Bugis. Manage to get a few chinos and shirts from G2000. Hmmmm....seems like the only decent shirts with affordable prices can only be from G2000. Still....with the GSS in full swing.....we werent complaining about the discounts! Heh....for some outlets....if you are willing to wait till 12 midnight...you will enjoy additional 15% off whatever existing discounts that are on-going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good deal huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end....me and Ah Ho settled down at coffee shop along Liang Seah street. Reccomended by Ah Ho...we had the cze-cha...and the food was good!!!!! I took a few pics of the lemon-chicken and stir-fried kailan, but unfortunately I accidentally deleted them from my phone. Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/27-05-06_1908.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/27-05-06_1908.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/27-05-06_1909.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/27-05-06_1909.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I manage to save this pic of Hot Plate Tofu.....and its seriously one of my favourite dishes!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/27-05-06_1923.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/27-05-06_1923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-114898570816552153?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114898570816552153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114898570816552153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114898570816552153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114898570816552153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/05/belated-birthday-celebration-and.html' title='A Belated Birthday Celebration and Shoppin&apos;!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114898369987773231</id><published>2006-05-29T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For gamers only: Next-Gen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First there was me Xbox. Then there was me PS2.&lt;br /&gt;And all I can say....things will be getting worse. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I have been reading up on the mad, mad world of gaming. And as too much free time has it.....I decided to check the latest happenings in the gaming industry. 'Nuff said, the best place to start was thing year's E3.&lt;br /&gt;E3 has always been the highlight of gamers every year. This Gaming convention is THE biggest gaming convention on the Western side of the world. It only comes second to the TGS - Tokyo Gaming Show....the land where Nintendo and Sony rule.&lt;br /&gt;However....the more I read and watch videos about this year's E3, the more I realised that Microsoft is really kicking serious butt.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, the initial titles launched for Xbox360 started out kinda lame. In fact, there wasnt much improvements over the older Xbox titles. Thats what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;In this year's E3....My, my, my. My hands are getting itchy. Titles that are prepped to be launched like Too Human and Lost Planet: Extreme Condition....are too good to be true!!!! Damn the in-game graphics are unbelievable!!! If it promises to deliver such superior graphics and gameplay.....Sony and Nintendo better come up with an answer that will match Microsoft's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/928546_20060501_screen009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/928546_20060501_screen009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Human (Note: Images are in-game and pre-rendered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/lost-planet-20060510012208119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/lost-planet-20060510012208119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/lost-planet-20060510012212994.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/lost-planet-20060510012212994.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lost Planet: Extreme Condition (Note: Images are in-game and pre-rendered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/lost-planet-20060510012212994.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats not all, not to let consoles have all the fun.....even PC gaming is seriously heating up. And all I can think off is one word; Crysis. So far the teaser in-game trailer that has been released is just mind-boggling. Its like something you only see in a cutscene of any game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/s28652_pc_35.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/s28652_pc_35.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/931665_20060509_screen002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/931665_20060509_screen002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cyrsis (Note: Images are in-game and pre-rendered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if ever there's a motivation for me to upgrade my PC again...this game would be it. Its been a long time since I indulged in PC gaming, espcially in the first person genre. Its reminiscent of my old CounterStrik-ing days.&lt;br /&gt;Still, in the end of this next-gen console wars, I still think Sony will reign supreme. No doubt that their demonstrations of the up-coming PS3 is rather dissapointing, but knowing Sony....they always have something up their sleeves. I'm sure they will come out with something that will seriously blow our minds. Till then...I'm saving my hard earn cash and will decide between Xbox360 and the PS3 when its released.&lt;br /&gt;But for the time being....atleast I'm hyped up about God of War 2. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea...and not forgetting Nintendo....Wii is the word. Thats right...the spelling's correct. Pronounced as "We", Wii is a seriously entertaining and innovative piece of gaming device. Its difficult to explain what it can actually do...but all I can say that its great fun if played with a company of friends and family...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the following video clip can explain better =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6RUKkWRK9gU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-114898369987773231?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114898369987773231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114898369987773231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114898369987773231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114898369987773231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-gamers-only-next-gen.html' title='For gamers only: Next-Gen'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114848718525759734</id><published>2006-05-24T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey HO!!!!!!! 25 years....RoCk ON!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm BACK!!! From a very much deserved holiday back in Penang....and of course, to celebrate my Quarter-Century Birthday =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Must really say...every visit back is a real blast. Sleep depravation, non-stop meals and good company. Loved every second of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course, every single time I have to come back to Singapore and leave Penang.....its a damn sombre mood for me. Just imagine my face in the airport waiting to board the plane. Like what a good friend's mom always say....the frown I had is like hanging 5 kg of meat on my mouth (trust me....the hokkien version sounded much more funnier). Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, the theme for this holiday back in Penang was .......BENG!!!!!! YEah!!!!! For your info, the music that is playing now is Hey Ho by DJ Nick. Its a remixed version of Missy Elliot's Family Affair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/20-05-06_2345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/20-05-06_2345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously...this song is BENG TO THE MAX!!!! I went to a few clubs and they are playing it everywhere!!! Me and my friends got so hooked on to it that we played it in the car everywhere we go. 4 morons in a car shaking their heads to the song....classic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, there were also a few surprises this time around. And one of them being....me buying a car!!! Wahahahahaha... Ok fine....it actually didnt go thru, but I was damn close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to see the newly lauched Naza 206...which is the exact replica of Peogeot's 206. The only difference is that its assembled in Malaysia. Still, the most exciting about it, is that the first 1500 units are actually assembled in France! Without thinking too much, I just paid for the booking fee and, boy was I happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/18-05-06_1750.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOWEVER.........the test car didnt come as it was expected to. So, in the end I didnt had the chance to test drive the car. In the end, I cancelled the booking cos I wasnt about to buy a car which I have test drive yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well.....guess there's always next time. And of course, my dream car. The Honda Civic. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And moving on......one of the BIGGEST surprised I had.........met up with my very first high school crush!!!!!! Man oh man.....havent seen her for 7 years already. Must admit....she's still as pretty as ever....and happily attached. Haha...atleast we're clear on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P10305161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P10305081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030508.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030516.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030508.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030516.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last but not least.....the highlight of every trip back to Pg....Da FOOD!!!!!!!! Not surprising, I ate like there's no tomorrow. With almost 100% guarantee that there will be a supper outing every night, I left no prisoners. I took down one hawker stall at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/20-05-06_0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030559.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;God knows how many years since I ate at Raffe's. Same old place never changes. But one thing I'm glad that didnt change was the awesome Curry. Still as good as I remembered it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030509.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030559.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2 of my all time favourite &lt;em&gt;gourmets&lt;/em&gt; back in Penang. The one on the left is of cos the Lagendary Tari Burger. One bite of this and its....sheer heaven. And the one on the right.....Chicken Cordon Bleu. The ULTIMATE SIN. Its basically a deep fried chicken stuffed with ham and melted cheese; served with BBQ sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, on the last night before I went back. I found a cosy restaurant called Bagan. Its pretty new...but very posh. Basically they have a bar and served fine-dining. Must say I really like the place alot for its atmosphere. The only thing missing was the compulsory foir-gras from its menu. Other than that...it was excellent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fine dining for 2 and 2 glasses of wine came to about RM 180. Definately a good deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030564.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030564.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030565.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030565.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/9016603-114848718525759734?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114848718525759734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114848718525759734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114848718525759734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114848718525759734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-ho-25-yearsrock-on.html' title='Hey HO!!!!!!! 25 years....RoCk ON!!!!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114766030614053101</id><published>2006-05-15T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>180 Degree turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life as I know it....has come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Believe it or not, I got a job. And I've been so busy for the past few weeks, I didnt have time for anything at all. So much so that I don't really have enough time to accompany my parents who are now in Singapore for a short holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eventhough I havent officially started work at the new place, I've been literally working 2 jobs at the current point of time. You see, during my off and rest days, I had to go back to the new office to attend seminars and briefings so I can get a feel of wat the company is all about....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And oh yeah...those of you who are wondering. No, I'm not in Customer Service anymore (Thank God!). But I'm finally doing something which I have always wanted to so. And everytime I hear my title being read out....my heart skips a beat. I'm a &lt;strong&gt;Marketing Executive&lt;/strong&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Doenst that sound nice? Haha. I'll be working for a Wealth Management/Business school that is located in Parview Square (yeeeehaaa!!!! finally I'll rejoin &lt;em&gt;society&lt;/em&gt; again!!). Generally, the organisation specialises in Options Trading. Its a way of investment that promises great returns if done properly. In man ways, I havent fully grasp the whole Idea of Options Trading yet, but trust me....I've been reading everything I can about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, its a big step for me. I have ZERO experience in this field, yet, the Manager who interviewed me told me; if I'm willing to learn, they are willing to teach. And the best part? I'm not taking a pay cut and I get to travel!!!!!! Hahhaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm sure it will be stressful once I start. I was at one of their seminars the other day. I saw a uniquely designed flyer that was designed by their current Marketing Department. I really like the creativity of the flyer and I expressed my interest of the design to one of the managers. She told me....."Its nice right? Well, we're expecting more from you. The HR manager &lt;em&gt;(who interviewed me)&lt;/em&gt; have spoken highly of you. We hope you dont let us down".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, you can guess how much sleep I got after hearing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, to be honest, I considered myself lucky to land a job like this. No doubt that I dont have any experience at all in Marketing...but its a start. Its a stepping stone. It is only now I consider this to be the true start to my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I tendered the other day in office....the feeling was so surreal. I couldnt believe I was actually resigning. I know I have always bitched, complain and whine about leaving the job, but I never really thought that it would actually happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On one hand, I was relieved. I was happy that soon I'll never have to utter those god-forsaken lines, "Welcome to __. How may I help you?" .....Words that I have so religiously recite for the past 3 years. It was soon to be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But on the other hand.....I was feeling very sad. I was leaving the few friends that I know in Singapore. Colleagues that I have come to trust and confide in. Friends that I've come to cherish. And BYES that I have bonded with....haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, I guess its a part of life. And also part of my career growth. I have overstayed my time in my current company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how much doubts and fears I have about my new job; the rush and the excitement is unbelievable.&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/9016603-114766030614053101?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114766030614053101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114766030614053101&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114766030614053101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114766030614053101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/05/180-degree-turn.html' title='180 Degree turn'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114683410133540846</id><published>2006-05-05T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:50.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soon...&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/9016603-114683410133540846?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114683410133540846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114683410133540846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114683410133540846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114683410133540846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114647410736043536</id><published>2006-05-01T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging about something else?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crashing Service Level, never-ending complain calls, long day. Seems like a perfect recipe for a really bad that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That was the atmosphere at work 2 days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I seriously had a bad day at work. Things doenst seemt to be going well and I took a total 144 calls.  Every call was a complain and for the first time in 2 and half years, I was physically drained out. No matter how bad my day was, it was always stressful mentally, but never physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, the only respite I had from all that, is the 2 days off back to back on Sunday and Monday. And now here I am..... though I had a call from office yesterday asking me to go back for OT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After what I been thru on Saturday......the answer was obvious. My sanity was more important than money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Took the time today to catch up some blogs that I frequent. One thing that really hit me is that people actually have a life. Reading up on what people were up to during the weekends and their exploits really gives me a rush. And in some small way, I'm a little envious of them. Of course, a small part of me wants to live the life they have. Blogging about getting drunk, partying; and dare I say....getting laid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately, all those aspirations were for naught. What can I say about my weekends? Or my off days? Spent the whole day watching TV? Watching CSI? Well, lets just put things into perspective. I woke up today at 11am. Nothing left to do, I watched Ultraman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah. You heard me. Was wacthing Ultraman  Nexus the movie. And thats about all I can say about my day. Another mundane life. And no, I didnt wake up late cos I was partying, getting drunk or getting laid. I was watching Commander and Chief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As much as I would like to blog about how wild my weekends were, reality sets and and all you have is a geek with his computer. And also before anyone wanna lecture me about...."&lt;em&gt;maybe you should go out, get a a life...bla bla bla&lt;/em&gt;".....don't start. I've been there. I seriously hate it when people do that. You'll never know until you been in my shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its funny isnt it? Myabe some of you are right. Rather than reading other people's blog and wishin I had the same life they have, maybe I should starting making my own life. &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/9016603-114647410736043536?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114647410736043536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114647410736043536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114647410736043536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114647410736043536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogging-about-something-else.html' title='Blogging about something else?'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114641002968982021</id><published>2006-04-30T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, SCV!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After being in Singapore for 2 years, I have always hesitated to sign up for Starhub's Cable TV. Knowing I never really have time to watch any of the programmes, I guess the inevitable happened. World Cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I wasnt about to miss the greatest game on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Signed up today at PS and have just installed it the moment I came home. It was a feeling of deja vu as I felt as if I was back in Penang watching Astro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment I turned on the TV, it was satisfaction all the way. No doubt that I'm just using a 21-inch TV, but the clarity and sharpness was really amazing. For a moment I'd thought I was using a 100 Hertz flatscreen TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Accompanied with my trusty 5.1 Altec Lansing speakers.....you can say I'm a happy boy. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then later today I.....somehow manage to find the way to splurge some money. Hehe....Me bought meself....da Samsung D820!!!!! Hehehe.....well, just joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Used my staff voucher to buy the phone for a friend back in Penang actually. Though, heard that stocks for the D820 were really limited, but thank God I manage to get my hands on one unit. No matter how you look at it, buying phones in Singapore is much much cheaper than Penang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I guess I will have about 2 weeks to play with the phone. Must say, the screen was a real shocker. I have always thought that my V3x has one of the best screens in the market today, but I was pretty impressed with D820's. Though, when I tested out the video playback between both phones, V3x edges D820 just by abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But among everything else, the one thing that leaves my jaw dropping every time...is its slimness. Its thickness is EXACTLY as slim as the older V3. And for a slider phone that slim with a brilliant display.....Samsung realli has done themselves proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, here's a pic between the MotoBola V3, Samsung D820 and Motobola V3x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, you know what gets my blood rushin every time I think about it? Its Arsenal vs Sunderland at 12am!!! And I get to watch it on TV!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;LIVE!!!!!&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/9016603-114641002968982021?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114641002968982021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114641002968982021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114641002968982021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114641002968982021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-scv.html' title='Finally, SCV!!!!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114631910441350436</id><published>2006-04-29T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MU kena raped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, no disrespect to any MU fan. But MU seriously kena raped tonight. And what was at staked? Pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing much can be said about tonight's match between MU and Chelsea. The outcome of the title race has already been decided. Chelsea would have stayed on top of the table no matter how the scored went tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But teams had only one thing in mind. The pride of these 2 juggernauts. And whats more? Murinho's pride. Thats something EVERYONE wants to take a shot at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, unfortunately I didnt see the match. But the scoreline speaks for itself......Chelsea won it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 - 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk about kena trashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But you know what? Arsenal's in the champion's league final. Hehe.&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/9016603-114631910441350436?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114631910441350436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114631910441350436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114631910441350436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114631910441350436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/mu-kena-raped.html' title='MU kena raped'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114561041421136927</id><published>2006-04-21T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impossible Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"This mission...just got impossibler" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Ben Stiller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The fever's back. Its Mission Impossible time and everyone's starting to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what can we expect from the 3rd installment of the seriously popular TV series back from the 70s? Well, nothing similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to remember long long time ago I would sit infront of the TV eagerly waiting for M:I to be shown on TV. If I'm not mistaken, it was always on a Thursday afternoon around 4.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/TVGuideMissionImpossible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/TVGuideMissionImpossible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M:I is all about the Impossible Missions Force - an elite and covert action team employed by the US govenment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every episode of the series would start by James Phelps, played by lagendary actor Peter Graves receiving orders from the government from some black laptop thats hidden in some inconspicious location. And once the orders were given then came the famous tag line...."This message will self-distruct in 10 seconds". After that, it was history in the making....the insanely-unmistakable theme song that starts with the light of a match stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, a few years later....the series was made into a movie, starring none other than Tom Cruise. And what did I think of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For one thing, it still had that classic intrigue/drama/covert/espionage feel to it. Though, the only complain about it was, the villian. Among everything....they made James Phelps the villian!!! I was like ......$%&amp;^*@!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WTF?!?!? The intellectual leader of the IMF!! The man that signifies M:I in its essence! The man that is the very core of the M:I series for the past 20 years! And now.....he's the bad guy. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But then, not long after that. Came M:I 2. Even worse. Long gone was the feel that M:I was all about covert ops. There were 2 main stars in that movie, Tom Cruise and his hair. Thruout the whole movie it was only him swinging his hair from left to right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess you can say that I'm pretty dissapointed with the whole M:I thingy going to the silver screens. At least the first one was kinda bearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So now; we can only see what happens in this upcoming &lt;em&gt;episode 3&lt;/em&gt;. Still, you can't deny that whenever any movie buff hears the words Mission Impossible, their hearts go pumping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The hype is already here. Just the other day, Cathay had a competition going on - the couple that turns up with uber cool shades like Tom Cruise and Maggie Q; if they win the audience votes, they will be sent to Prague to catch the premier of the movie. Sweet deal huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And following on.... I just saw this while I was on my way out for lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Local chinese products vendor, Yue Hwa had this to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/21-04-06_1246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For every purchase over $300 of Yue Hwa products, you will get free a M:I3 poster! WTF?!!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can see it now.....old aunties and old uncles in shades queing up to buy tonnes of chinese herbs and pottery just to get their hands on Tom Cruise's poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To Yue Hwa, I have this to say...truly....Mission IMPOSSIBLE.&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/9016603-114561041421136927?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114561041421136927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114561041421136927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114561041421136927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114561041421136927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/impossible-fever.html' title='The Impossible Fever'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114535085661796920</id><published>2006-04-18T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brudder's goin on a jurneee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooN4vwaQj0I" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One quick question.....has anyone seen the Visa advertisement where Richard Gere was at a market and decided to buy an insanely amount of birds for this small girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok....bad question....half the friggin world has seen it. Its been playing in cinemas and MRT stations like there's no tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, it was kinda endearin isnt it? This small girl comes running along and decided to buy some pigeons to wish safe journey for her brother; and in the end was only dissapointed that she only had money for one pigeon. And the came along this good samaritan and bought nearly every friggin bird, peacock, ostrich, chicken and duck in sight. Bloody show-off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, my point is.....its a&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;scam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone in the scene is working to cheat the rich-blur american celebrity. Everything's a ploy from the moment the small girl bumped into Richard Gere. And the myth about releasing birds for good luck? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One Big Lie. &lt;em&gt;"More birds. More Luck."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MY FOOT.&lt;/strong&gt; But of course da American tourist believes anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The small girl's in it. The tour guide's in it. The so-called bird seller's in it....the one who conveniently has a friggin credit card swipe machine!!! In a market!!!! &lt;em&gt;(see what I mean about the blur tourist?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What you don't see later is that you will realise that the tour guide and the bird-seller are brothers and they will be paying a nice commision to the small girl everytime she manages to fool another tourist....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So in proper tradition...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bird food: 200 rupees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Small girl's commision: 450 rupees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brothers acting classes: 50 rupee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rental of Credit Card swipe machine: 25 rupees/day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cheating the blur Ang Moh celebrity of US Dollars: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRICELESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bring on Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.&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/9016603-114535085661796920?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114535085661796920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114535085661796920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114535085661796920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114535085661796920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-brudders-goin-on-jurneee.html' title='My brudder&apos;s goin on a jurneee....'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114529720143277762</id><published>2006-04-18T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Attempt at Cooking.....well...sorta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Warning: The following images might not be suited for the faint hearted....or the weak stomach. Viewer discretion is advised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing that I am on the 3pm shift today, I woke up kinda early and decided to.....cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, I know......the sky's falling. But I decided to attempt to cook today. And seeing that I have approximately 1Kg of prawns sitting in my freezer (don's ask me why do I have 1Kg of prawns), might as well, have a go at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Staring at the prawns, I have no idea what to cook. So, I guess the only thing I could do is....to throw everything into the pan and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here we go. The chronology of my attempt at cooking a prawny dish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Step 1: Thaw the friggin prawns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030417.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Step 2: De-shell the prawns and beat up the couple of eggs. (same here...dun ask me why I decided to beat up a couple of eggs. Just felt like the right thing to do. Frying prawns just doesnt seem interesting enuff. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Step 3: Fry up some frozen dumplins I bought some time ago - hey, since I'm frying some stuff, might as well fry some dumplings right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Step 4: Stir fry da prawns!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Step 5: Voila!!! Dumplings with...errr......egg-cum-prawns omellette!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe....cant say it tasted good or bad. And its not really appetizing to look at. And in many ways, it looked downright disgusting!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for the taste-test. Err...well, I'm still here. Alive. Breathing. No food-poisoning and no MC. &lt;em&gt;*phew*&lt;/em&gt; Guess it was edible. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, for a first attempt at cooking, even if it wasnt &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; cooking...but was kinda fun. Though, until now I'm not too sure if the dish I cooked was considered a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; dish to begin with....but we can always call it......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fusion food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/17-04-06_1219.jpg" border="0" /&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/9016603-114529720143277762?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114529720143277762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114529720143277762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114529720143277762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114529720143277762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-attempt-at-cookingwellsorta.html' title='First Attempt at Cooking.....well...sorta'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114524539662885392</id><published>2006-04-17T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess its been some time since my last entry. Somehow things kinda just stood still...like its suspended in time...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But anyway, thank God and here I am finally updating my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been pretty busy for the past few weeks. Some friends came down from KL for work assigments and have been bringing them around. The usual I guess...try to cover as many parts of Singapore as I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And last week, I went over to Robertson Walk for the MU vs Arsenal match. And what can I say??? All those of you out there who caught the game only know one thing......it was a FANTASTIC match! The pace of the game was suriously fast and it was like a watching ping-pong soccer between the 2 sides. It was attack after attack from both teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, not forgetting to mention, Robertson Walk is really an ideal place to catch a soccer match. With LCD screens and projection TVs in every single corner of the place, everywhere you sit, you'd be able to watch the game in all its glory. And with the 2 rival clubs such as MU and ARS slugging it out....the atmosphere was likened to the World Cup finals. Tragically, in the end...much to my dismay......ARS lost the game. Sigh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030400.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;If ever I had to nit-pick about the place, the food was expensive. Drinks was ok, but not the food. There was a total of 6 of us and we had to pay about $100+. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh ya....as for work related issues.......guess what?!?!?!!?!!?! I....I.....I.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still in call center......sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, not all is lost. Eventhough so far I havent received any replies from the jobs I have applied for....but there is a light in the end of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was at work the other day and bumped into a friend from Corp Sales. This is how the conversation went...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Friend: So......first question. When are you joining us? &lt;em&gt;(Jokingly)&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Errr....I didnt know Corp Sales are looking for people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Friend: Well, we're always looking for people. The turnover is rather high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Oh.....errrr....is it rewarding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Friend: In what way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: In monetary terms of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Friend: &lt;em&gt;(Laughs)&lt;/em&gt; Ummmm....could be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Geee....I'm kinda interested though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Friend: So.....wanna consider??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: ............ I'll get back to you on this.&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/9016603-114524539662885392?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114524539662885392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114524539662885392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114524539662885392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114524539662885392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-update.html' title='Finally an update'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114433194551717784</id><published>2006-04-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok....seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost died today. And I'm not exagerating in ANY way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was on my way home. As I walked pass the small pathway across Duxton Park......a friggin tree crashed right in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess it must be due to the heavy rain in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my mind, I could only think of one thing. If I walked just a second faster.......I would be sprawling on the side walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so stunned that I just stood there for a couple of seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank God.&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/9016603-114433194551717784?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114433194551717784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114433194551717784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114433194551717784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114433194551717784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn.html' title='Damn...'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114426706910297749</id><published>2006-04-06T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Me Outta 'Ere!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okies....a quick update during half time. Hehehe...so far Arsenal match againts Juve going quite well. Though, I felt that Arsenal should have scored earlier on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aneeeeway......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have having a sleepless night last night thinking about my interviews with Adecco and Kelly Services. Everytime I try to recall the flow of the interview, it really left me feeling uncertain and confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But since then, I think I have come to a conclusion and a realisation of my current status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. If I continue to stay in Customer Service, it would be career suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Its difficult for me to justify why I am still with my current employer after 2 and a half years, as contrary if I apply for Marketing jobs. I can always justify by saying that; the reason I am still with my current employer is because the first 2 years I was on contract. And it is also only now I begin my job searching exploits because I just received my PR-ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. And considering point 2, I have to get out of my current job asap. The longer I stay, the harder it is for me to justify my tenure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. To get out of Customer Service, I have to start from scratch again. And that means, a pay cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I really have to kick my job searching efforts to high gear. Just as I came home earlier, I have sent out about 5 email applications. Guess I need to be abit more hardworking and make it a point to send out 5 applications daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In short, I'm desperate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh shit.....gotta go. Second half starting!!!!! All da way Arsenal!!!!!!!&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/9016603-114426706910297749?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114426706910297749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114426706910297749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114426706910297749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114426706910297749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/get-me-outta-ere.html' title='Get Me Outta &apos;Ere!!!!!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114414472613829407</id><published>2006-04-04T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of CS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally an off day!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been working for the past 8 days straight. Boy am I tired. But somehow, I have no idea why, but I'm definately in good spirits. Even till the final 8th day. I felt as if I can go on for another 2 to 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess in monetary terms, its rewarding when it comes to working OT. But here's a hint......maybe its gonna end soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heck, even my calls answer/hour has been record high. In my company, the standard for any officer is to hit 12 calls per hour. And even accomplishing that would be a great achievement. Still....do you know this week how many calls I hit per hour????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/Clipboard01.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 Friggin calls/hour!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like I'm seriously rackin' it up. That my dear friends, is 18 screaming and shouting imbeciles that I scrugged off every hour. Seems either I'm getting very efficient at what I do, or it can mean the exact opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, you might ask why on Earth am I working so hard for? Well, its to proof to this over ambitious manager that I can do it. In recent weeks, the so-called better officers on the floor are getting flack for small matters that doesnt warrant the punishment. So, not to be subjected to any redicule, I'm gonna do the job to the best of my ability just to prove this suckas wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT ANYWAY........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Kelly Services and Adecco today. Cant really say its a pleasant experience. The thing about these companies is that the moment you walk thru that door, they have a certain perception of you. In ways, they immeadiately assume that the experience I went thru for the past 2 years....is nothing. Seems like the people I talked to were so hard-up on getting telesales officers that they totally brush aside my aspirations to work in the fields of marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One fella also commented, "&lt;em&gt;Customer service is easy. Anyone can make anybody happy. But to sell...now thats a skill."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*takes deep breath*&lt;/em&gt; Now, I'm not saying that selling isnt a skill. I agree. Selling is an art. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT TO DISS CUSTOMER SERVICE?!?!!?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What the fuck!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well.......it seems to me that when someone is working in CS for such a long period of time, its difficult to cross over to other fields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, I am still trying to keep my options open. I clarified with the fella that I wasnt interested in sales. But he went on harping on and on about sales. Sheeesh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, atleast both of us came to an agreement that I wasnt looking for a sales job (&lt;em&gt;thank God!).&lt;/em&gt; And eventually he informed me that he would like to arrange me for another interview for a bank.......but sadly, as Customer Service officer again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, here's my dillemma. Its already damn difficult for me to break into Marketing. And if I jump from one company's CS to another, basically my resume would literally spell....&lt;strong&gt;C.U.S.T.O.M.E.R S.E.R.V.I.C.E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again, its not exactly healthty to continue with my current employer. The longer I stay, the worse it gets. Like one of the councillors mentioned this morning..."&lt;em&gt;Oh, you have been working there for almost 3 years now. So why do you want to leave now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmmmmmm.....&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/9016603-114414472613829407?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114414472613829407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114414472613829407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114414472613829407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114414472613829407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/curse-of-cs.html' title='The Curse of CS'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114386053735151016</id><published>2006-04-01T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the story goes......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess this is one of those obligatory post just for the sake of posting something up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm...when I look back to my previous blog entries, seems like I really had a lot of free time. Blogging almost everyday with practically whatever that comes to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now.......maybe I'd post something up twice a week? Maybe only once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, its not that I have lost the passion for blogging. And to be honest, without blogging my literary pinache would definately go down the drain. And also without blogging, all I would be writing about is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sub req to act AR"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nsub req for extension of pyt. Adv sub to call in"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Rude n unreasonable sub req to act CLIP, CLIRR, remove BBRR. Also enq on BC and when line will be PRA and also LDL charges"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah...crap like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But then again, if you'd ask me what I've been doing with all my free time. Well, the answer is a simple one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like it or not, I've been the ultimate couch potato. Been watching tv series like nobody's business. One after another. From the  fantastic House, I moved on to Boston Legal. And how I'm watching the seriously good-jaw-dropping Prison Break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust me fellas, get your hands on Prison Break. Its now airing in the USA, but its only up till episode 15. Still, with only this 15 episodes; there were so many twist and turns that it'll put any politician's speech to shame. I guess I'll talk more on this series next time. But for now....I just cant get enuff of it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that, guess my life's kinda mediocre for the time being. Though, I am working on it. And my first priority? Working hard. Working damn hard......to look for a new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The management in my company is seriously getting from bad to worse. Its like suddenly all their brains were sucked dry of any common sense and managerial skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For instance, yesterday they just announced that we need to plan our leave 1 year in advance. Thats right....you heard me right. 1 BLOODY FRIGGIN  YEAR. I dont even know what I want to do in 3 months time and I have to plan for one bloody year!!!! Fine, if I can plan for the holiday trip I wanted to go for in the end of the year...that means if I ever need an unplanned leave between the motnhs, I simply cant! And if they rejected my planned leave.....then I have to postpone my holiday for 1 BLOODY YEAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid, stupid, stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it gets better. At the end of the email we receive, it says &lt;em&gt;"For holidays planned during peak holiday periods, approval will be announced later cos ballotting might be required&lt;/em&gt;". Which.....we're back to square one. Morons. And to sweeten up the deal for management. There's a disclaimer. "&lt;em&gt;The management reserves the right to make changes whenever needed".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what they are trying to say is.....&lt;em&gt;Screw you. Your life is ours. We tell you when to work and when to go on holiday. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no such thing as entitlement. Still....personally I still pursue the light in the end of the tunnel. I keep on telling myself.....soon, this crap will be over.&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/9016603-114386053735151016?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114386053735151016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114386053735151016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114386053735151016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114386053735151016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/04/as-story-goes.html' title='As the story goes......'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114338331271186034</id><published>2006-03-25T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:49.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down &amp; Out after the BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate this feeling. The frail, sickly, weak and feverish feeling. It also feels like I constantly have a 24 hour headache. And here I was....thinking that it would be a fantastic day since that the first thing I saw when I left the house for work yesterday was a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/24-03-06_0708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh.......seems like this year I have been falling sick alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In retrospect, whenever I fall sick, it always present an opportunity for me to take an MC. But this time around, its been more of a irritation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I only have myself to blame. Cant say I've been exactly living a healthy lifestyle. Living alone, sacrifices have to be made when it comes to daily meals. One cant be fussy and just eat whatever's avaliable. And not to mention the weekly routine of cleaning up the house. Week after week, I'm getting lazier and have been neglecting the house chores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, already feeling feverish at work yesterday, I decided to stay back to help out with the cluster's BBQ. And of course, contributed to my &lt;em&gt;feel-like-shit&lt;/em&gt; fever today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, no doubt I suffered thru the night with my leaky nose, guess it was kinda fun. Half the time my head was spinning like mad, but I guess its well worth the time spent with my colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/SonnyCass-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and mah sista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/GroupPhoto1-vi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Brat Pack&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/9016603-114338331271186034?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114338331271186034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114338331271186034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114338331271186034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114338331271186034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/down-out-after-bbq.html' title='Down &amp; Out after the BBQ'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114287130205635247</id><published>2006-03-20T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:48.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another passing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*blink* *blink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, this job is screwing up my system. Was working the 8am shift this morning. No doubt that I get to finish early at 5.30pm, but the first thing I do when I got home was crashed onto my bed and pass out for hours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, here I am. At 11.50pm. Wide awake and suppose to wake up at 6.15am. Sigh......my biological clock's shot to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, its been a fairly interesting weekend. Its been THE weekend anyway. The weekend where I supposed to be off on Saturday and Sunday. And how does it feel after experiencing a work free weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ummmmm, must admit. The feeling's kinda great. Feels as if you're part of society again. Of course, where-ever you go, the weekend crowd could suffocate your balls. And of course, where-ever you go those capitalist jackasses rise up prices on everything....though, I could get used to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, what did I do during that all important Saturday night? Did I go clubbing? Did I have a hot date? Or was I.....doing my laundry again????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, as much as fate has decide..........I was with the company of good friends. And what's so different this time as you may ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple, Donald's grandpa passed away last Friday, and all of us turned up in force to attend the wake. Another death. Another condolence. It was only a week ago that I have attended Samantha's grandmother's wake.....and now, here I am at another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, friends will be friends and no matter how dire the circumstances are....we go thru thick and thin together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In retrospect, it is a practice for some culture not to weep for the dearly departed; but it is an occasion where you celebrate person's life. Celebrate the reasons that this person passed on without any regrets and lived his life to the fullest. And that; the person's life meant something to each and everyone of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats how the night faired. Initially, all of us were in a sombre mood as do all funerals are. But in the end, we manage to cheer Donald up and spent the entire night chatting and joking around. Finally, we went home about 2am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On my way home, in my mind I thought that maybe its true that our deaths are pre-destined. And maybe its true that anyone can pass away at anytime and anywhere.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I sincerely hope I don't have to attend another funeral for the foresee-able future...&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/9016603-114287130205635247?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114287130205635247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114287130205635247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114287130205635247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114287130205635247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-passing.html' title='Another passing....'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114244104981400358</id><published>2006-03-15T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:48.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy, its been a week. Where do I even begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;First off, I had a visitor from Penang roughly about a week ago. My old pal from college Rosalind was in town for a short holiday. Must really say, its nice to see her again. Old friends always warms the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual, took her around to the sights and sounds of Singapore while her boyfriend Benjamin had to attend training. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I felt kinda bad as I unintentionally brought her to a place that I was literally hooked on! The IT Fair at Suntec!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heaven. Thats all I can say. I was in Heaven and I didnt wanted to leave!!!!! Every part of my body was itchin to reach for the spanking new credit card I received in the mail just the night before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At first, I resisted temptation......but sadly....sigh. I went back to the PC fair that following weekend and got me a 200GB portable harddisk!!! Wahahahahaha!!! Guess, I'm technologically cursed. I'm damned to be weak against.....toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was really insane on the last day of the fair. There were literally thousands of people. It was reported in the news that one of the days alone, it hit about 10,000 visitors. And the odd thing is, when I was there........the elderly made a large portion of the visitors!!! I could see these old men and old ladies coming in and out buying printers, LCD monitors, digital cameras...etc. I guess....you CAN make old dogs learn new tricks (no offence to the old folks...just a manner of speech).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, the other day I was introduced to a great dining place in town called My Secret Garden. Alan brought me and Don there for a few drinks and of course, the ambience of the place was simply fantastic. To think there was such a place located right in the heart of town. Will definately pay a second visit to that place again. Thats.....errr....if I can ever get a date. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/P1030161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/200/P1030161.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And as for work, I guess I had a taste of normal working life for this week. I'm scheduled to be on the 9am shift this week and....muraculously its from Mondays to Fridays! So, I have my Saturdays and Sunday off!!!!!! I cant believe it!!!! It might not be a big deal to alot of you....but I seriously cant remember when was the last time I was off on Saturdays and Sundays! Back to back!!!! The thought of it.....*shudders*. Hehe....guess this is the preview of my future....errr....employment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, whenever I work on morning shifts, I feel that I never have enuff sleep. Everynight I'm reluctant to go to bed early and I'll end up stone-ing at work. Sigh. But seriously...its also been along time since I left the office while there is still daylight! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, on a more serious note. I would like to mention my deepest condolences to Samantha for the passing of her grandmother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Attended the wake on Monday night to pay my respects. Kinda reminded of my own grandmother's funeral a few years back. She was the only grandparent I knew. And I remembered I was sobbing like a small boy on one of the prayer nights. I remembered they told me that, that particular night is when my grandmother's spirit came to see us for the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For some reason.......I could really feel that my grandma was there. Over-looking us. And inside of me; I knew that was goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess when faced with death, life seems really short huh? Really makes us appreciate life more....and also makes us realise that we really have to make the best of the time given to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God speed...&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/9016603-114244104981400358?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114244104981400358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114244104981400358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114244104981400358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114244104981400358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/normality.html' title='Normality'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114175356345404714</id><published>2006-03-08T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:48.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*toot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Welcome, how may I help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lady: I tell you!!! I am seriouslly annoyed and angry with your bills!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Erm....how may I help you ma'am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lady: &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THIS STUPID ROAMING CHARGE IN MY BILL?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Let me take a look at your bill ma'am. Have you been out of the country recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lady: Yes, I was in KL last month! But I NEVER sent any sms while I was there! How can you charge me for something I didnt use?!?!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Hmmm, may I ask ma'am, were you the user of the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lady: No! My son was the one using it. But he told me he never send any sms at all!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: You have clarified with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lady: Of course!!! My son never lies to me!!! You can talk to him if you want....Desmond!!! Come to the phone and tell this operator!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Son: Err....hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Hi, Desmond is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desmond: Yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: This is Sonny. Would like to check with you. Your mom mentioned that you all went to KL last month right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Son: Yeah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Did you send any sms while you were there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Son: Errrrr.......yeah I did. I sent alot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I rest my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-114175356345404714?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114175356345404714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114175356345404714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114175356345404714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114175356345404714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/call-of-day.html' title='Call Of The Day'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114150115799013432</id><published>2006-03-05T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:48.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uncivilised &lt;em&gt;*grumble*&lt;/em&gt; Untrustworthy &lt;em&gt;*grumble*&lt;/em&gt; Dishonest &lt;em&gt;*grumble*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friggin security guards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talk about feeling safe at work. Let me tell you about my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was suppose to be one long friggin day. I had scheduled OT till 2.30am and in many ways I was dreading every minute of it. And t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;here I was, sitting in office with a Service Level that only God can save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/Clipboard01.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking one call at a time, suddenly I realised my handphone...............was missing! Immediately I started to recall when was the last time I saw my phone; and the only time I remembered using it was at the office lobby while I was taking my break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a while, I was certain that I left it there. Hence, immediately I rushed down to look for my phone. Of course, at that hour, not many people were still in office, and the only people loitering around in the office lobby was the security guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling that this is something that I cannot handle, I informed my manager and later Engineering confirmed that the phone is still in the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on gut instincts, I went to confront the security guard and asked him whether anyone has taken my phone. I threatened him that we know that the phone is still in the building and its just a matter of time that we will locate the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In an instant, the bugger denied anything and said nobody came around and nobody took my phone. Subsequently, I told him, then in that case, I will inform management on this and they will go thru the security video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, then he retorted and says he will help me look for the phone. Feeling pissed, I gave him an ultimatum. I told him that my shift is ending at 2.30am, and I will come down once again to see if he has found my phone. If the phone is found, I will let the case go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, later...guess what? I came down at 2.30am, and he miraculously found my phone! He mentioned he found it in the gent's toilet. And as I inspected my phone.....the SIM card is missing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the?!!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, let me get this straight......I left my phone on the sofa-chair in the lobby. Then somebody took it; took out my SIM card, and left the phone in the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can somebody tell me the logic of this story????? I didnt know my SIM was "&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;" valueble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Geez.....maybe someone just wanted to take a look at the NYP gal video clip and accidentally flushed my SIM card down the toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Security my ass!!!!&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/9016603-114150115799013432?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114150115799013432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114150115799013432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114150115799013432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114150115799013432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/phone-drama.html' title='Phone Drama'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114139389597147243</id><published>2006-03-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:48.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If All Movies Were Made Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another Friday night at home. Sigh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Same old, same old. Nothing much to life these days. Especially when I'm bored out out my mind. I know its a big waste of time, but I just watched anime the entire day, reading up on new handphones, and play around with different software programs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoop-dee-doo. Thats exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, when bored people have too much time on their hands, we tend to get a little bit......creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was talking cock online with the Black Byes (&lt;em&gt;those of you who arent familiar with this term...more on this next time&lt;/em&gt;) the other day. It was the first time all four of us "gathered" online and we chatted nothing but but pure rubbish. But no doubt, I had alot of fun! Haha. Seriously, it was the highlight of my friggin day actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, wat transpired from our conversation was what if all movies were made pornographic. And I have to really give credit to my Slut Bro who came up with most of these ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And once we're done.....this is the list of movies that we like to see. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Underwear: Evolution............................&lt;em&gt;adapted from&lt;/em&gt; Underworld: Evolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Pink Pussy..........................................&lt;em&gt;adapted fr&lt;/em&gt;om The Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Shameless: The Man Who Stood Up for Asian Porn........&lt;em&gt;adapted from&lt;/em&gt; Fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;V for Vagina...................................................&lt;em&gt;adapted from&lt;/em&gt; V for Vendetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fantastic Foursome.................................sheesh! do I even need to clarify?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, look out for these movies coming to a cinema near you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/400/posters.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Due to copyright laws or defamation, the author doesnt have the balls to publish the entire poster, so that he doenst get his ass sued in court)&lt;/span&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/9016603-114139389597147243?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114139389597147243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114139389597147243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114139389597147243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114139389597147243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-if-all-movies-were-made-porn.html' title='What If All Movies Were Made Porn'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114123643101187472</id><published>2006-03-02T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Luv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Geez...its been 3 days I have been rotting at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if you'd asked me, I've done nothing productive at all. Still, atleast my eye is getting much much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, what have I been doing at home? Nothing but watching movies and stuffing my face with junk food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Though, its kinda ironic that I have all this free time and yet, can't seem to find anything to do with it. Quite sometime ago, I have mentioned before that relationships is the furthest thing on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, maybe its the free time and maybe its the loneliness; but its getting to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Was talking to a friend earlier on. Seems like he has an interest with this gal and was askin me how to make his next move. So, there I was, trying to give him my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expert&lt;/span&gt;" advice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But then it dawned on me. On a regular basis, I have alot of friends that always comes to me whenever they have BGR problems. And of course, time and again, I would tell them wat to do best...from a neutral party's perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In the end, then only I realise, thats just me. All talk but no action. I can give fantastic advice, but when it comes down to my own love life, I'm such a screw up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Always saying the wrong things and always fumbling around myself. And you know what? To make matters worse, I was just reflecting on the past the other day. And it seems that all the girls that I was once interested in.....are all now like my best friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I mean, its great to see that when people cant make it as lovers, they are able to make it as bestfriends. But seriously....its rubbing salt in the would when these girls come to me telling me their relationship problems when, once a upon a time, I had feelings for them. Ironic, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyway, to me its alright. In many ways, I'm happy for that friend of mine. Atleast he has a target. And just the other day, a friend just got attached too. Really happy for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes thats one of the things I consider if ever I were to return to Penang. There, atleast I have a social life. My phone rings non-stop. Here, I don't even need to charge it for 4 to 5 days straight. And not to mention, I have no idea who to call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes, when the inferior complex sets in; I do ask myself whats wrong with me. I mean, there has to be something wrong rite? Being single has its perks, but when you are a working-financially stable guy.....who doenst seem to be able to get hitched...then I guess its the personality then. Or maybe I have an attitude problem. Or maybe I don't have the looks. Who knows? Most probably the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Work has been bad too. Was talking to the sluts earlier on. Seems like nothing's going right at work. Talks of retrenchment, pay cuts and procedural changes really worries us. Seems to us that even good and productive CSOs are being targeted these days. And like Ah Ho said it best, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Staff morale has hit rock bottom&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ultimately, I'm starting to really hate shift work too. For instance, last Friday night a friend told me she was going clubbing and asked me what would I be doing. After thinking a while, I told her that I'm going bowling and will be going home early to sleep cos I will be working at 8am the next morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At that time, I didnt think much of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But at the bowling alley, my mind started to wander. I told myself; I'm a 25 year old swinging bachelor. And I'm bowling on a Friday night and most probably I'll be going to bed at 10pm cos I have to work the next day. Is this the kinda of life I should be living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Unfortunately, the word "No" resonates in my mind. In many aspects, I feel I am earning good money for the work. But also, sometimes I feel I'm sacrifing the best parts of my youth. I dont want to look back next time and regret I've not allowed myself to enjoy my life.....and regret not doing the things I want to do. For almost 3 years now, I have been working mostly on weekends and public holidays. And the only free time I have are when I am off on weekdays. So, its really stressful on the social life. And of course, it sounds wierd when you say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gee, want to go clubbing on a Monday night?&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Guess nothing's going well. Failure in love and feels like I'm a failure in my career too. Though, atleast I am thankful that I have a roof over my head and food on my plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just wish that atleast my life is moving somewhere. Cos now it seems like I'm stuck in this hole and place, and I don't know how to get out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-114123643101187472?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114123643101187472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114123643101187472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114123643101187472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114123643101187472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/03/dr-luv.html' title='Dr. Luv'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114106695849939922</id><published>2006-02-28T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:48.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won something for the first time in my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gee...look at the date. Seems like I havent blogged for quite a while. Cant help it I guess. Been seriously busy for the past couple of weeks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now; the only time I have the time to blog.....is when I'm out for 4 days MC. Still suffering from conjuctivitis (the spelling &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; correct. I've looked it up), I hit a case of all time red-gruesome-freaking-bleeding eye in office the yesterday. So, under the advice of my manager, was allowed to leave at half-day and went to the A&amp;E center at SGH. Apparently, you're not suppose to fall sick on Sundays, cos every freakin clinic at my area was closed. Hence, the onli available avenue for medical treatment is at the nearest hospital. And even so, its categorised under "Accidents &amp;amp; Emergencies". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So....its an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;accident&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I got a bad case of conjunctivitis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, some of you might be wondering where have I dissapeared to thruout the past 1 week. Well, first off I was in Sunway, KL for 3 days and then after that spent another night at Genting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the Hungry Turkey's second overseas trip. Again, the trip was all about bowling, bowling, bowling. And of course, who can forget....eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, whenever I'm in KL, I took the opportunity to meet up with my ex-colleague Carmen. As usual, it was great to see her again. Sweet and charming as ever, we had lunch with one of her colleague. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for the bowling competition, this time around, personally to me it was a fulfilling endeavor. Not expecting much, and considering my bowling form has been in the dumps for the past 3 months, all I can hoped for is to make it to Division 1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But who would have guessed it. I played my game. I played so hard and concentrated like I've never concentrated before.....and to my surprised, the team I was in won Gold medal in the team events!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Immeadiately, I wiped the sweat off my brows and told myself, "That's it. By winning Gold in the team events, I made it to Division 1. Mission accomplised".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But later.....in the Division 1 Masters individual games, seems like luck was on my side as well. I was hitting my high games and the favourites crashed!!! By then, I reminded myself again to push harder cos you'll never know in sports......anything's possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you know what? I walked home with Gold for the team event,....and Silver for the individual Division 1 Masters!!!!! Man, I was delirious! Never in my life I would have imagine taking those trophies back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/Clipboard01.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Captain Don&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, it was a personal accomplishment to me. But I still believed very much that luck played a part in it. In anytime of the day, I could never have beaten the favourites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next few days later, seemed like such a blur to me. Went to Genting for a few rounds at the Tai-Sai table. After a while, it just felt more like donations, rather than gambling. Guess the cliche is true....the house always wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And, when we finally came back to Singapore, I was off to JB the next day. The JB trip was interesting I guess. Don drove in and it was his Mazda's virgin drive to JB. Naturally, he was abit more cautious, but it turned out quite fun. Of course, again we went to have seafood and ordered food like there were 10 people at the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here I am now, after a whirl-wind trip to KL, Genting and Johor, been slacking around at home and also been draggin myself to work after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, its been a fulfilling trip to KL. To have won 1 trophy was unexpected, but to have won 2, was......unbelievable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030151.jpg" border="0" /&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/9016603-114106695849939922?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114106695849939922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114106695849939922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114106695849939922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114106695849939922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/02/won-something-for-first-time-in-my.html' title='Won something for the first time in my life...'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-114010465316324434</id><published>2006-02-16T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:45.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johor Indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Round 2! Round 2!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just merely a month has passed since our Johor outing, the slut brothers gathered for another outing of massages, shopping and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In many ways, today has been a fulfilling day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up at 9am today and made my way to ICA at Levender. And after months of procastination, I finally have...in my hands......my blue Singaporean IC!!!!! Hahahhaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I got hold of the IC, the feeling was kinda surreal. 2 and a half years ago, if you asked me, I would never have applied for PR-ship. But now, here I am. Holding the IC and thinking in a small way, I'm part of this country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But dammit. I'm not considered an ExPat anymore. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, met up with Douglas, Ah Ho and Donald and &lt;em&gt;Kimchee&lt;/em&gt; (Kranji) MRT and made our way to the Woodlands checkpoint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the first time, I get to queue in the "&lt;strong&gt;Singaporeans and PR Only&lt;/strong&gt;" queue!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, ok....I know. Big deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But what the hell?!?! Not many Malaysians can queue there can!??! Hehe. And so, hence forth we set our journey of gluttony and greed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went straight to Holiday Plaza to check out the so-called "&lt;em&gt;friendly&lt;/em&gt;" shops. Browsed around and stumbled onto this particular shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/16022006%28005%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't play play. Steven Spielberg has gone to DVD franchising. And this Jurrasic Park. I likey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later on, obeying to the growl of our stomachs, we settled down to have a quick bite at KFC before the main feast. And true to what people say.......Malaysian KFC is better!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the meal, we then moved on to City Square, one of Johor's main shopping complexes. Must admit today was definately a better day compared to the previous outing on a weekend. Being a weekday, the crowd was lesser and not too chaotic. 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Convicts &amp;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Jokers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thai Odyssey&lt;/strong&gt; is one of our favourite places to get a massage. Its clean, its reputable and its professional. And what's best? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its only RM 98 for a 2 hour full body massage!!!! Where can you find that in Singapore?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No doubt, we really enjoyed the massage. Though, I finally found out why people always have massages lying on their fronts rather than their backs. Its because you can god-damn hide the expressions on you face because of the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAIN!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In some instances, the pain was so unbearable I nearly wanted to scream out loud! But of course, the relieve after that feels so, so, so good. Never in my life I'd imagine that my body is able to bend that way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After 2 hours of kneading fats and meat......we felt like a million bucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving on, the next itineray of the day was; shopping! I noticed that these days, the &lt;em&gt;IN&lt;/em&gt; thing in Johor is the grunge, hip hop, style of fashion. Urban streetwear. Its kinda cool actually. We stumbled onto this uber cool boutique called &lt;strong&gt;CrossOver&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, the clothes there are seriously cool. Apparently, the carry one particluar brand called "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Obey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Its a UK designer house that symbolises urban rebellion. The only down part about it, is its price tag. Even after the currency exchange, I still think its a bit pricey. But if I had the cash to burn, dun mind shopping there every week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that, there are also plenty of shops like this that sprouting up like mushrooms. Urban streetwear themed, Billabong, Puma and Vans were the hot cheaper alternatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/16022006%28006%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, finally........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After hours of shopping and massage.....its time for &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEAFOOD!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual, we went to our favourite makan haven, &lt;em&gt;Da Ma&lt;/em&gt; aka Taman Sentosa. Though this time, our favourite stall was closed and we had to settle for another stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still as good, and........only the 3 of us (Douglas had to rush back).........we still ordered like we had 10 people with us. This time, we ordered crayfish and stingray!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So there we were at 7.30pm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And there we were at 8.45pm....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heheheheeh.......*burp*&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/9016603-114010465316324434?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/114010465316324434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=114010465316324434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114010465316324434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/114010465316324434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/02/johor-indulgence.html' title='Johor Indulgence'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113994022211580089</id><published>2006-02-15T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:45.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time, Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Huh? Its Valentine's Day?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, seems like this year, Valentine's Day sint as big a deal anymore. Or.....is it just me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From what I recall, Valentine's Day use to be this really really big thing in Singapore. Everywhere you go, there will be an overkill of the color PINK. Everything's &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PINK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only that, every nook, cranny, shop or diner has hearts pasted all over them and people were really in the mood. Eben shopping centers were jumping intp the band-wagon and there were non-stop sales gimmicks to increase revenues on this seriously commercialised day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But....this year is....&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la'mour, no more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things in a way...died down. Like I said, maybe its just me. But I was in Orchard earlier tonight, and there I was expecting a visual barrage of PINK, BEARS and HEARTs. But no. It was just like every other night. And instead of any Valentine's Day kiosk or display in front of the famous Takashimaya lobby....there was a &lt;strong&gt;FRIGGIN JET PLANE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1030060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, Valentine's Day is not what it used to be for me. I used think that its one of those special days where its nice to be attached, and its miserable to be alone. However....things are just different this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I have matured, maybe I just lost the feeling. Who knows. This year? Valentine's Day? Pttf!!! So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, I must admit that I was with great company. My best buddy Cheah Sin came down to Singapore for work assigments and I met him up for drinks. There we were. 2 bachelors, pub hopping and finally ended up in Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/Clipboard01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We chatted like we used, catch up on old times and shared alot. Seems like the more I chatted with him, the more I realised so much have happened over the years I missed back in Penang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its been almost 15 years now we know each other. We practically see each other grow up. And boy, have we changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, you can say this is one of the best Valentine's Day I have ever had. No date? No girlfriend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never mind. I'm drinking beer, having supper and sipping coffee with my best friend.&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/9016603-113994022211580089?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113994022211580089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113994022211580089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113994022211580089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113994022211580089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-time-valentine.html' title='No time, Valentine'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113958724266764672</id><published>2006-02-10T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy Dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is my mum's birthday. Kinda sad that I'm not able to celebrate it with her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy birthday, Ma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, being superstitious and all, I did sent her $188 via internet banking. =) I'm sure she'll find some good use to it. Hey....when everything else fails, cash is the best kinda present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Called home earlier on and seems like me mum will be having dinner at my aunt's place as part of a birthday/CNY celebrations. And tomorrow, I think my brother will be taking my parents out for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, I'll make it up to them whenever I go back to Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was trying tirelessly to get into the Singapore Pools website tonight. The traffic tonight is apocalyptically high!!!! EVERYONE in Singapore is trying to get in. And with good reason. The results of the $10 Million Toto draw is out!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I only manage to log on to the website only about after an hour of trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And guess what????? &lt;strong&gt;I WON!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you believe me...you should be shot in the head. Twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd win, if pigs start to fly and cows learned to juggle. Only the other day a few colleagues and I were talking; what if we wont the $10 million. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm, so I guess for now.....we'll keep on talking only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One interesting about the winning ticket, there was 9 winners in total, and most of it were bought from the System 7 rolls. So, each person walked away with about $1 million plus. Not too bad for a small bet of only $3.50. Thats considering the winners didnt splash thousands of dollars buying multiple System 7 bets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, am on MC today. My throat finally tore. It feels like there one friggin fork stuck in my throat and its playing ping-pong with my tonsils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hence, I was woken about 8am this morning with the friggin pain in my throat. And then on the stroke of 9am, I rushed to the neighbourhood clinic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's really something that needs to be said about Singaporean clinics and doctors. They don't know the meaning of punctuality!!!! I have been to a few clinics before in Singapore, and all of them are the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sign says operating hours are from 9am to 2pm....what they really mean is....."&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are open at 9am to make coffee, do streching, boot up the PC and read the newspapers. The doctor will come in at 10am".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;FUG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I waited 1 bloody hour for the doctor to show up! Sleepy and feeling immense pain in my throat, I thought being there early, I could quickly get my meds and come home to rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But no.....I had to sit there and waited 1 friggin hour for the doctor to come. And when he finally arrived, the consultation only took 10 minutes and the doctor sent me off with a slap on the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok...I made that last part up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess, the only consolation is; while waiting from 9am...the clinic nurse was kinda cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heeeeeeeee.......&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/9016603-113958724266764672?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113958724266764672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113958724266764672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113958724266764672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113958724266764672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/02/mummy-dearest.html' title='Mummy Dearest'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113949787138438080</id><published>2006-02-09T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Permanence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red Eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, not the movie. But I DO have RED EYE!!! Now I look like a friggin drunk with bloodshot eyes. And to top it all off, I have a bad case of sore throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To all you House fans out there....thats conjunctivitis and loringitis. Ok, ok, fine, the spelling mught be wrong, but I'm too god-damn lazy to look it up in the disctionary. Sue me for bad spelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, once again, I did it. Finished work last night at 11pm, and pusposely stayed back until 12.30am just to go out and have supper with da 2 Bosses and Ah Ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was worth it!!!!! Screw the red eye I have been suffering the whole day! Screw the sore throat! Screw the diet!!! All hail Boon Lay's DIE-DIE-MUST-EAT-NASI-LEMAK!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course.....this morning when I woke up.....the pain in my throat really made me fee l like dying. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to ICA today to finalise my PR Application. And guess what people!??!!? I'm getting my Singaporean IC next week!!!! WOoOOoOOoHoOOoOoOOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to prospects!! Welcome to progress!!! And err.....welcome to CPF contributions. DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But still, I am really glad I applied for PR. Now I'm able to get out from the god-forsaking place they call an office. Like what I said last time.....shaopping for a moron? Come to Moron-R-Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, I was thinking; sometimes they shouldnt use the words Permanent Residence. Cos for 1 thing, I need to renew it every 5 friggin years!!!! I mean....cmon!! Where's the logic in the word permanent if I have to keep on renewing it??? Isnt it suppose to me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERMANENTLY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mine????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well, I guess its just a technicality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The experience at ICA was really an...infuriating one. With so much red tape, a single process that can be done within 5 minutes lead to me waiting for almost 4 hours. Sigh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bored out of my mind, all I can do was to observe the people around me. Mannerism, body language and the way they talk. Its really interesting. I've read books on how to analyse people from their externalities and in a way, you can more or less estimate what kinda people they are even before you actually talk to them. Way to go Alan Pease!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, 4 hours later, I finally was issued my IC number. And man.....what a feeling. Knowing that those 7 little numbers will be able to change my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And what do I do with them???? &lt;strong&gt;First stop......SINGAPORE POOLS!!!!!! 4D, 4D, 4D!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alas, after a looOoOOOg day. Went to cut my hair and watched anime the entire night. Oh yea....and don't forget. Eat like a pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing though, was reading kennysia.com, and I guess anyone featured on his website instantaneously becomes a celebrity...or I guess in some cases, public enemy. Still, he was talking about this blogger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fireangelism.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;FireAngel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not too sure on who she is, but seems to me like she's quite well-known, though her blog is only about 2 months old. Hmmmm....maybe I'm too out of touch with the Malaysian internet society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After reading her blog, my first impression is that this is one drunk bitch. Haha! But seriously, she's really hilarious. And when you see her video-post, she's kinda cute. Though, in her video she looks more down to earth and less sluttier than her mocked-up pics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo.....I aint complaining. These internet babes gives us internet-geek boys something to droll over I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh, deprived, deprived....... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*As a tribute to all House fans....the song playing now sounds familiar huh??? Its the opening soundtrack title!!!!! Enjoy!*&lt;/em&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/9016603-113949787138438080?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113949787138438080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113949787138438080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113949787138438080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113949787138438080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/02/temporary-permanence.html' title='Temporary Permanence'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113924154776338019</id><published>2006-02-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Drive, Lost Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;woops....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks I didnt get around to posting those CNY pics that I promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm....looks like I havent been about to get around alot of things lately. Guess one thing explains it all, I lack....drive. Motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been feeling that I have lost control of my life lately. I feel as if I'm down in the dumps and I cant seem to get myself out. Though, I'm not exactly miserable....just refusing to do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My primary concern? My career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really have lost all interest with my current job. Just the other day, I took half day's leave on 2 days, back to back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With only 2 hours after logging in, I just want to get the hell out of there. No reason for me to stay and I'm just wasting my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was contemplating the other day; I'm really happy to be in Customer Service (CS) for my first job. Because, I am exposed to so many types of different people that really open my eyes as a fresh grad. But then again, this blessing might turn out to be a curse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have come to a point, that other than doing CS, I cant see myself doing anything else. I have zero experience in other fields and if I were to jump ship, I might end up getting a pay cut. And IF i want to get a pay increase, then I end up doing CS again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, in the end, I feel that my value as an employee in the job market is practically worth nuts. Sure you can say I can go back into CS. But c'mon, I dont want to be doing this shit-for-brains job forever. Crappy shifts and handling assholes (and still being polite to them) is not what I can a decent career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Confused in the operative word. I seriously don't know what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One good thing is atleast these days I don't have to worry about these things yet. Was so damn busy that I even had time to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't ask me, I have no idea where all my time go. But I have been having quite alot of fun yesterday. Invited some friends over for a small get-together at my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Always enjoy myself having frens over talking cock, slacking away.....&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/9016603-113924154776338019?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113924154776338019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113924154776338019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113924154776338019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113924154776338019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost-drive-lost-value.html' title='Lost Drive, Lost Value'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113881255360360488</id><published>2006-02-02T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best CNY Yet!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay!! I'm back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For those of you that has been wondering where on Earth did I dissapear to....well, I was back in Penang!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, I know I have been bitching about having to work during CNY, but as it turns out, I was granted a last minute leave to go back to Penang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And you know what? I had the time of my life!!!!!! Its one of the best CNY I have ever celebrated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drinking till the wee hours of the night. Driving home at 7am after a night with friends. Eating non-stop. Being with my friends. Visiting my friend's RM 1.6 million house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Truly, there's no better way to celebrate CNY. I have tonnes to update and so many pics to post up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I guess I did it all when I was back. Clubbing, pubbing, mamak stall loitering, hanging out with friends until the sunrise, drinking (alot). And I even took a stroll down memory lane by going for a round of CS!!!! Hahahaha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like a good old times. Receive calls from friends around 11pm, rendezvous around 11.30pm. Then CS till 3am, then head to a mamak stall for supper and chitchat till 5am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Average sleeping time when I was back in Pg was around 3 hours per day. When I reach home around 7am; went to sleep and woke up again at 10am to meet my relatives. And the cycle continues the following night. &lt;em&gt;*grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats the life I miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be posting pics soon, but for now damn shack. Just came back to Sg last night, and worked my ass off today with scheduled OT. And now I'm back to do my laundry and head to bed asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, everytime I go back to Penang, I'll be updated with the latest music that's been playing on the Malaysian airways. I have always thought that in terms of english songs, Malaysia is much much more updated with the latest its, rather than Singapore. For Singapore, more emphasis is given to the Chinese music scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, just want to share this list of songs that I'm now currently listening to. They're all from different genres.....but do get your hands on them if you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Far Away - Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Statue - Low Millions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ever The Same - Rob Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just Feel Better - Carlos Santana featuring Steven Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Be Without You - Mary J Blige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where Did All the Good People Go - Jack Johnson&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/9016603-113881255360360488?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113881255360360488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113881255360360488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113881255360360488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113881255360360488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-cny-yet.html' title='Best CNY Yet!!!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113768381631367976</id><published>2006-01-19T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Breed of Mat RoCk!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been meaning to mention this for a very long time now. Have anyone of you ever heard the song that is playing right now? I can tell you one thing. The song is called Crumbs by Disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have anyone heard of this song before? Well, if you're a Malaysian, chances are you have heard this song a million times. And for Singaporeans......maybe, just maybe, you have heard of it once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first time I heard this song, I thought it was just mediocre. But apparently, the more I listened to it....the more I fell in love with it. And you know what?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Disagree is a Malaysian group!!!!!!! Boy, this is the rare moments I'm actually proud to be a Malaysian!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Malaysian music industry has definately come a long long way....especially from the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mat Rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; days. I remember Malay rock singers back in the hey days can only sing those tormented love songs. SHrieking and shouting like there's no tomomrow. One of the most memorable....Isabela....man, there is no Malaysian that doesnt know that ear-piercing song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And to top it all off, when I asked one of my friends who did he think the singer was? He said, "&lt;em&gt;Hootie and the Blowfish&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Koaz!!!! Whahahaha.....I guess there's never a better compliment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, its been a rough day at work. Alot of complain calls and I'm glad that I'm home. But the highlight of the day came when one of the Ops Managers came and told me that another Ops Manager is looking for me. And she wants to meet me tomorrow personally for some issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For a moment...I sat there in silence. First thought that came in my mind, "&lt;em&gt;Shit! What have I done wrong&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Second thought, "&lt;strong&gt;What the F*CK?!?!!?!?".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, then only I was informed that its nothing serious, and I will be briefed about it tomorrow. What I gatehered so far is that maybe it has something to do with the call center's rec-comm activities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Normally, I wouldnt be too affected by it. But knowing the Ops Managers in my officer, you can never be too sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As the saying goes, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No news is GOOD news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/9016603-113768381631367976?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113768381631367976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113768381631367976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113768381631367976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113768381631367976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-breed-of-mat-rock.html' title='New Breed of Mat RoCk!!!!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113751976258590938</id><published>2006-01-18T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowlin' Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God of Bowling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking for your 2 friends Strike and Spare. Please show me the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But seriously, I dont mind if all the Strikes come only. If its not too much to ask. Heee....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man......Its been 2 weeks already that I'm plagued with bad bowlin form. Can't seem to get my aim correct and cant seem to spare any pins. And of course, the pressure's on that our scores are broadcast every week to the entire team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CURSE YOU BLOODY PINS&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!! I'll swear one day I'll break you into tiny pieces even if it kills me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I was thinking back the other day. In the past when me and my buddies bowled every week just for fun; using house balls, rented shoes and unpolished free-form bowling; I performed better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could hit 150+ or 160+ anytime. No problem. And on a good game, I can hit 180. But now, with own shoes, customised ball and proper training, I cant even hit pass 130!!!! Its infuriating, its frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, today didnt turn out too bad with the exception of my poor bowling performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally did some of my CNY shoppin! Went to Queenstown with Ah Ho to buy some football jerseys. I ended up buying a Juventus jersey. I'm pretty happy with it though it did cost me quite a penny. I was also contemplating a wind-breaker and also a Bayern Munich jersey. If its not for the price, I would have gotten them in an instant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, up till now, I'm still thinking about it! Haha...knowing me, I'll be thinking of it until I get so fed up and I'll buy them eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But till this Saturday, we're going for another round of football jersey hunting at Peninsular Plaza. Hehe.....maybe I'll see the same wind-breaker and Bayern jersey there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then after that.....Its the &lt;strong&gt;SLUTS' DAY OUT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!! A few of us will be going to JB for some "seafood". Hehe....interpret it however you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But its been a long time since all of us can make it for an outing...... So, I'm definately lookiing forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dear God of Bowling, I'd also..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/9016603-113751976258590938?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113751976258590938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113751976258590938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113751976258590938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113751976258590938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/01/bowlin-blues.html' title='Bowlin&apos; Blues'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113725922435982090</id><published>2006-01-15T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tong-tong-cheang!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tong-tong-cheang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has finally arrived!!!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its that time off the year again. Irritating high-pitched brats on TV and radio singing Chinese New Year songs, money in red packets (&lt;em&gt;whoever first came out with this idea was a genius&lt;/em&gt;!!), family reunions and ALOT of BAK-KUA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...and I'm one happy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always looked forward to Chinese New Year's celebrations. I've never thought much of in the past. But ever since I came to Singapore nearly 3 years ago, I've learned to treasure what it truly means to be with your family during those reunion dinners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could remember about those pesky dinners was there were a whole lot of uncles and aunties, and I could never remember all thier names or salutations. First uncle, second uncle, third uncle and bla bla bla.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.....and coming from a Hakka family....the wrong salutation could mean disrespect!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wat do I do? just put on a smirk....and&lt;strong&gt;...*SMILE* HELLO HELLO....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, to me now chinese new year is more about bitching how small the ang pow that $%%#@ uncle gave me. But now its more about seeing my family again. Its the only time of the year when I go home, everyone's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneeeee-way....woke up at 2pm (&lt;em&gt;yeah....don't ya just love it&lt;/em&gt;?) today. Too lazy to do anything, I just laze on my bed watching TV till about 5pm. After that, the inevitable happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to go to the toilet. And of course, I was famished as well......stomach was growling to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I manage to drag myself out of the house and.....damn, &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot it was a Saturday - &lt;em&gt;seeing that I don't get off on Saturdays often&lt;/em&gt; - there were hundreds of people around!!!!!! You see, when you live in Chinatown, and Chinese New Year is about 2 weeks away.......all hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err...ok, ok. "&lt;em&gt;Hell&lt;/em&gt;" might not be the best word to use during CNY. But seriously, there were so many people, I had to practicallypush my way thru the crowd just to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co-incidetanlly......I had my camera with me. Haha....right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to snap a few pics, and I guess you can say....in all things festive; Chinese New year is in &lt;strong&gt;FULL SWING&lt;/strong&gt;!!!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020773.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Twas' it is the year of the dog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020775.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020780.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you can see, people are literally flooding into Chinatown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020776.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020771.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The stage is being prepped for the annual CNY celebrations. In many ways, till they close off the roads, the celebrations havent even started. They're really throwing everything into this year's celebrations....even the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020779.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/P1020779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course, the "&lt;em&gt;annual&lt;/em&gt;" mad rush for Lim CHee Guan Bak-Kuas. I've been living in Chinatown for almost 3 years and I havent even tasted these bak-kuas. But still, people come as early as 8am and queue up till 1pm to buy these pieces of meat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha! hmmmm, maybe I'll &lt;em&gt;attempt&lt;/em&gt; to buy some this year.&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/9016603-113725922435982090?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113725922435982090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113725922435982090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113725922435982090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113725922435982090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/01/tong-tong-cheang.html' title='Tong-tong-cheang!!!!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113712086382374231</id><published>2006-01-13T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEADers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Freezin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been raining everyday for the past couple of days that I'm shiverring my pants off. Every night I cover myself with blankets before I tuck myself in to bed and I didnt even needed to switch on the fan for the past 4 nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It kinda reminded me when I was back in China. Though it wasnt as cold as China, but I remember the numb feelings I had with my hands and feet in this cold weather. Everyday I come home, I look forward to the hot bath.....geez, how I wish I had a bath tub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was talking to a friend the other day, we asked ourselves, what made great men, great? Are leaders born or made? (&lt;em&gt;ok lar....we very bohliau...but we're bored out of our minds at work&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, throughout the conversation, I have always thought that great men, successful leaders and influential men; all had one thing in common. The ability to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just look at a few examples, Winston Churchill. It was said that he practically won the war with his words. On the eve of every Allied offensive against Hitler, normally Winston Churchill will give a pep-talk to his soldiers to get their blood going. You can say, he's a olden day motivational speaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And on another hand, the CEO of Microsoft, Steve Balmer. This fella is one of the most aggresive and commanding yet inspiring speaker I have known. When I saw him giving a speech on television, I was awed. Immediately when you hear him speak, all you want to do is salute this man. There was one politician who quoted, "If Steve Balmer was born in the 40's, he would definately be an Army General".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And lastly, lets look at the people closer to home. For instance, ex-Malaysian PM Mahathir and ex-Singapore PM Lee Kuan Yew. These 2 people has an amazing way of capturing the hearts and attention of the audience they are speaking to. Their ability to talk makes them the few most influential people in Asia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember there was once, I saw LKY on the TV giving a National Day speech. Normally, during these speeches, within the first 5 minutes I would already have switched channels. But what do y'know......I was glued to the TV for 1 friggin hour listening to him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to my point, great men can really talk. Its the simplest form of communication. It doesnt really matter what you talk about. You can talk cock, talk rubbish, or talk about something totally mind-boggling, but its the way you do it. Do it in a manner that people want to listen. Remember what we always say about college lecturers? Some lecturer can make the most dry and boring subject into something really interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, in the end, are leaders made or born? Well, some might argue they are born with it. Though, I feel that if what makes a leader great is his ability to talk, then in a small way, they can be made. The ability to talk and the flair while giving a speech are traits that can be cultivated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahhaahahahah...come to think of it, maybe I'm not too far off myself. So far I do have the ability to "smoke" my customers. And I know I'm good at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My testament? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, there was this time where a customer called in to enquire about his bill. When I saw the bill, trust me....there was a BIG questionmark on my forehead. I had no idea why certain items has been charged that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never the less, I was too lazy to have it checked with the relavant departments....I just smoked my way thru and tried to give a valid explanation to the customer. And you know what the customer said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh! I see! Very clear explaination. Thank you very much!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, then boys and girls. At that time, I knew I have achieved "Smoking" nirvana. I have reached the highest level of "smoking".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, if ever I'm a leader of anything.....I'm the Leader of "Smoking"!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Update: From the latest reports, another 3 in my cluster has resigned and 1 more is still unconfirmed.&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/9016603-113712086382374231?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113712086382374231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113712086382374231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113712086382374231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113712086382374231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/01/leaders.html' title='LEADers'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113691061282199125</id><published>2006-01-11T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyalty? Over-rated!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its proven. I'm weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Havent realli seen sunshine for the past 3 days. With constant rain everyday, it really dampen one's spirits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But......why do I feel as bright as ever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea, maybe its becos I was off for the past 2 days. But time really passed by spectacularly fast at work today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With high spirits, I took one call after another effortlessly. And before I knew it, its time to knock off! And I havent even warmed up yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I have to admit Service Level today has been extremely good. They were throwing half day leaves to everyone like nobody's business. Even after almost 10 officers were granted half day leaves, whenever we looked at the wallboard, there were about 15 agents waiting on the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thankfully, I had my trusty PSP to keep me company thruout the hours. For the first time, I could complete a single race of Burnout without having any customer's calls beeping in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, I guess no matter how good the SL is, and no matter what day it is, freebie seekers are always calling in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are an avid HardwareZone reader like me, you will notice that there are always threads in the forums corner talking about how to get handphone upgrade vouchers from the local telco in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Personally, I find it damn appalling. In hokkien I would call it, "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;beh hiau pai seh&lt;/span&gt;", or in local lingua - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;don't know how to shy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But seriously, this is the first time I can see a bunch of people, get together. Discuss how to con a company into getting something free. And they can get away with it! Back in Malaysia, if you ever voice dissatisfaction to a telco and demands for a free Handphone.....they would ask you to go buy some paper, string and sticks. Then.....GO FLY KITE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, c'mon. Lets look at it from a broader perspective. I have been using the telco's services. Good service. Pleasant officers. Never fail to give me probs. Been with the company for 8 years. Oh ya. Can I have a free-handphone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's day light robbery! And people are discussing about it openly. I mean, you want a handphone, you work for it. You buy with it with your hard earned cash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, lets put it this way. I have been using the electricy for the past 3 years in Singapore. Can I call Singapore Power to give me more free electricity? Or better yet.....I have been in my company for 3 years....can I be promoted???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ReeeEeeEEe-DEeEEEe-Ku-Lus!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And their best defence. Loyalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cmon la.....loyalty's over-rated. No such thing as loyalty in this world. If you feel that this telco is not giving what you want, then just leave and go to another company right? Why still stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But in a way.....the best part of my job? I get to deny these cheapos from getting any handset upgrade vouchers!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whahahahaha...the satisfaction is there when I don't give them what they want. Not that I'm a sadist, but if you deserve it....you'll get it. Otherwise, or if you're rude.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GO FLY KITE!!!&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/9016603-113691061282199125?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113691061282199125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113691061282199125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113691061282199125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113691061282199125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/01/loyalty-over-rated.html' title='Loyalty? Over-rated!!!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113681856631939323</id><published>2006-01-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derailed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up at 7am this morning. Went for a morning jog. Came back around 8.30am. Fixed myself some wholesome wheat cereal. Read the papers. Took a bath, did the laundry and spring cleaned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fact:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up at 11.30am this morning. Rolled around on the bed till 12am. Hopped right to my chair and started surfing the net. Went out to get lunch around 1.30pm. Bought a bag full of junk food and came back and chug it all down my big fat stomach; watching the second season of House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went back to sleep around 4pm. Woke up again at 6pm just to have dinner. And again, went back to sleep. Now; I'm blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe....talk about a healthy life. So, whats new? Life is going down the drain and I feel like I'm screwin up my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;These days I just adopt the "heck-care" attitude. Maybe its cos I'm watching too much of Gregory House. Overly sarcastic, rude, pompous and cared less about what people thought of him. Simple enough, he wants to be left alone and his heart is filled with anger and sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, I have one thing that simply just holds me back. Guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too many things to answer for and too many expectations from everyone else. First peple that comes to mind? My parents. Just cant seem to dissapoint them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hence what do I do know? Just enough. I'll do enough not to dissapoint my parents and just enough to heck-care about everything else.....that's until I find direction in my life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/1600/derailed_l200510172155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/derailed_l200510172155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw an interesting movie last night. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Derailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Starred Clive Owen; which I always have thought to be a brilliant actor, and of course, Jennifer Aniston. Ever since she broke off with Brad Pitt, she's becoming saucier and dishier. She's just oozing with sex appeal; but not in a slutty way, but a classy way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo, I was watching the movie and within the first 15 mins, I have figured out what the plot was. Truly predictable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, eventhough predictable, its really enjoyable to watch how did an ordinary out of the luck guy fought back for his life. And not only he fought back for his life, but he made the villians pay for it. The final 15 minutes of the movie is something that caught me off guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wouldnt realli reccomend this movie for the cinema, but definately try to get your hands on the DVD. The character development for Clive's character is well scripted. Lets just say some times I really want to be that guy. When the world pushes you around. You push back. Hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Best line of the movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"LaRoche, I chose this prison".&lt;/strong&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/9016603-113681856631939323?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113681856631939323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113681856631939323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113681856631939323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113681856631939323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/01/derailed.html' title='Derailed'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113671338616559148</id><published>2006-01-08T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm all dressed up and I have nowhere to go. No, its not becasue of the fact that its been raining the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I didn't know it better, I think I'm in the run for the Biggest Loser of the Century. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You see, my mind has a seriously wicked and, some will call it...flawed thought process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, here's how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a short time span of 1 week, I have been stood up 3 times. Yeah, I hate the sound of it. Everytime I reflect back on it, it really makes me look like a friggin loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been contemplating whether I should write about these pathetic sounding entries in my blog, but seems like I just cant seem to help it. I need somewhere to vent it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, I read somewhere before that chicks dig confidence, and if I write sad and "&lt;em&gt;loser-ish&lt;/em&gt;" entries like this; then its all down the drain for me. But still, to heck with it, I dont blog to get laid anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, whats all the big fuss today? Well, thurout this week I was pretty excited about a few things. For starters, I had a few appointments. Do take note though, all just friendly outings of course. Nothing romantically-linked about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, one by one, I started to receive calls and sms-es that they can't make it.....In my heart....."Yup, no prob. No biggie".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, the real kicker of the week? The worst one? I was at the venue of the appointment, and I waited for 1 hour, during of which I tried calling that person tirelessly. After that, I just decided to go home, only to receive a call from her, "Hey, so sorry about it......I went out last night and I just woke up. Will meet up with you next time yar?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okaaaaay. Now, it might just be sheer co-incidence that maybe all this things happen at the same time. And as for the last case, I can always be my ol' merry gentlemanly-self and take it with a pinch of salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But honestly, how do you expect me to feel? Though...i responded with a &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt; on my face. Can't be angry with your friends right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, the other day somebody was office mentioned, "Y'know.....you should get out more. Go on dates. Make some casual banter, flirt around". - Okay, okay......&lt;strong&gt;Smile&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh, I don't wanna sound bad.....but this was coming from a person who has invited me out for a movie with 3 other couples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup...that will be one for the picture album. Another title....Biggest Lamp Post of the Century. &lt;strong&gt;Smile, smile, smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my mind, I was like....who on earth am I suppose to flirt with??? Everyone I know are attached and lets not forget that most of the people I know are my colleagues. And why do people &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/strong&gt;think that I'm not trying??!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't I know what to do? Why can't people just &lt;strong&gt;UNDERSTAND&lt;/strong&gt; where am I right now? Sure, if its possible, I'll just head on to nightclubs and pubs and hit on any chick I see. Since my I don't have any confidence left, I have nothing to lose right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those of you who know me.....knows I'm just not that tyoe of guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You see, I used to call up friends to go for coffee or stuff like tat. But over time, the rejection is really running on its toll. I can understand that people would want to spend their off days with their loved ones or with their family. And I do agree.....I'm all for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, here's where the flawed and twisted thought process comes in. Everytime when a friend tells me they can't make it....I feel really bad. I feel bad cos I felt that I have interrupted their lives and I know my friends are good people. Many of the times, I know they find it difficult to say "no" to me. And later on, they will try to make up for it by trying to invite me out instead.....which ultimately is another inconvenience to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At the end of it all.....I feel like shit. That's why, I give up. To save everyone the trouble, I'll just stay at home from now on. My confidence has been shot to hell anyway. I don't even know how to talk to people anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seems like I'm destined to be your friendly neighborhood CSO. Saving the world from moronic people, taking them on one at a time. With great powers comes with great responsibility! And with great ability to "smoke" idiots on the phone......bring it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, since now I'm so free anyway.....maybe I'll work on my SuperCSO costume. =)&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/9016603-113671338616559148?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113671338616559148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113671338616559148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113671338616559148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113671338616559148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/01/loser-ish.html' title='Loser-ish'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113647631062579529</id><published>2006-01-05T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:44.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Center's Greatest Fan(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ignorance is bliss. Yeah right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a thin line between ignorance and pure stupidity. When someone tells you that ignorance is bliss; they're just trying to make themselves feel a little better about themselves. Denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And whats worse than stupidity? Stupidy plus arrogance. Its a simple formula. This my friends, is the type of calls that I was getting at work today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One after another, each caller seemed more and more stupider by the minute and EVERYONE of them is plain arogant about it. Hey, just because you can't understand the bill.....everyone else is just "dumb" to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, if ur that stupid...then yeah, everything else is kinda dumb to them. Cos all they can understand is.....1+1 = errrr.....2? But wait...better give them some time, cos they might need to use their toes to calculate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Class, can everyone say....I'm a moron?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a mOoOOoOOor-rooOon, teee-cher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seems like we encounter all sorts of customers everyday. Rude, arrogant, homocidal, irrational, moronic. I can name a lot more, but my favourite is definately; &lt;strong&gt;imbeciles&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I was recovering from each stupidity attack after my calls, I started to think of all the serial callers that never fail to call in every single day to irritate us to the max. Hence, here's a list of the usual suspects that I have compiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all my colleagues, please feel free to add more if I ever miss out any of your favourites.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspect 1: The Perv(s)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every now and then a perv always calls in just to speak to female officers. They can range from just normal chats to serious stalking and staff harrassment. Over the years, so far my company have terminated one particular customer's line cos he was calling in almost 20 to 30 times a day to look for one particular CSO. I have no idea how, but we have even heard that this sicko manage to find out where the CSO was staying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that, the 2 other classic callers are the pre-paid card perv that just call in, shouts "&lt;strong&gt;BIG BOOBS&lt;/strong&gt;!" and then hang up. Trust me, this guy never quits. He can do this non-stop for the entire day. And lastly, according to the night team, there is this guy, who calls in and just ask TONNES of general enquiries. And when the CSO starts to explain and answer to his enquiries; suddenly.......heavy panting can be heard over the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspect 2: The Greatest "Fan"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another serial caller of my call center are.....the "fan boys". This *&lt;em&gt;ahem&lt;/em&gt;* group of men, calls in and prefers to talk to only.....men. Classic example? One of these "boys" actually send a birthday card to one CSO. 'Nuff said. &lt;strong&gt;NEXT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspect 3: The Sisters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Similar to Suspect 2, these women on the other hand, only wants to talk to female officers. I guess the most memorable "caller" we had was the one that has a password; "ilovegirlhughuggirl". Catchy, huh? This caller practically calls in almost every night and can start telling officers that how much she loves this other girl and how pretty they are. Also, when she gets bored, she then starts asking the officer if they are pretty instead.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspect 4: The Wordsmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;From what I refer to as the Wordsmith is people who have a wide vocabulary of......vulgarities. Ever so often, we have a few elite customers calling in and screaming out words that you never thought existed. In one single sentence, 9 words out of 10 are actually vulgarities and I'm truly amazed that anyone can actually do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was one, this guy literally used 2 phones; let me repeat - 2 &lt;strong&gt;PHONES&lt;/strong&gt; to call in and scream and shout like mad and wanted to speak to the manager. With one phone in hand, he calls in and started to condemn the manager he was talking to; and on another hand, he was dialling in from another phone to scream and shout demanding to speak to another manager! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All I want to say..... Sir, I respect you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suspect 5: The Britney Spears Ringtone Maniac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another one of my call center favourites. A prepaid card customer that calls in every single day and demands officers to guide him on how to download the Britney Spears ringtone into his phone. Day after day he never fails. And what's worse is, he will literally give the officer hell and sometimes calls can last as long as 1 hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things have now gotten so bad that the management has assigned one manager to handle him whenever he calls in. Everytime we receive one of his calls, it is now a "&lt;em&gt;procedure&lt;/em&gt;" to transfer the call to that manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;These days, this customer has been trying his luck not to get transferred. So, he has been changing his name everytime he calls in. Previously he use to introduced himself as Mr. Perry. But the last i heard, he now identifies himself as &lt;em&gt;Ah Siang ge&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With this sort of customers calling in every single day, God help us all......&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/9016603-113647631062579529?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113647631062579529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113647631062579529&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113647631062579529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113647631062579529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/01/call-centers-greatest-fans.html' title='Call Center&apos;s Greatest Fan(s)'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113638490210292116</id><published>2006-01-04T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:43.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Work today turned out to be quite bearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eventhough that we're not in Buddy System anymore, but me, Alvin and Alan ended up seating together. And as usual, time passed by very fast even when the 3 of us had OT after work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess time really flies when you have good company to talk cock around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, the highlight of the day came when I was logged out for a brief few hours to have a one to one coaching session with one of my managers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the usual monthly performance review. However, this time around, I was assigned to a different manager, Mei Ling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She has all along been one of the managers taking care of my cluster, but I was never assigned to her for micro-management performance review. You see, in my company, every CSO is rotated between different managers every few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To my surprise, she was really nice and she really wanted to get to know how I was doing all this while. And....for that brief one hour, I was able to open up and talk about whats on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It can be seen that she cares alot for the staff. But whats more obvious is that she really want whats really best for us. She knows that many of us are really capable and knows that we can go much much further if we were to leave this current job. However, at the same time.....she doesnt want to lose us at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, I felt a small amount of burdened being lifted off my chest after the one to one coaching session. I shared with her some of my experiences after coming to Singapore to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like I've said before....there are many things I hate about my current job. But one thing's for sure. I will never find managers as nice as the ones I have one. Thats one thing I will take away with me if I ever leave the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Basically this week, I'll be working 4 days straight back to back. And its one day down after today; so, its 3 days left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats more, tomorrow I'll be meeting up with an old colleague for dinner. Atleast, its something for me to look forward to I guess.......&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/9016603-113638490210292116?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113638490210292116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113638490210292116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113638490210292116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113638490210292116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/01/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to Heart'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113631271631014013</id><published>2006-01-04T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:43.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year and the Die-Die-Must-Eat Nasi Lemak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seems like I have lost the passion for blogging these days. And come to think of it....I've lost the passion for many things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was off today, and at the back of my head, I knew there were alot of other things I should be doing. But instead; I slacked thru the entire day watching 10 episodes of House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, un-charateristically of me; I took half day leave yesterday. Typically when I go to work, even so that the Service Level is good and half day leave is offered....I would stay. Then again like I've said; I've lost passion for many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, the half day came at a very dramatic expense I would say. Initially, the management could only offer half day to a few limited staff....hence, a ballot was conducted. Firstly, one particular CSO got the half day. Then, he rejected it and wanted to give it to his wife (also another CSO). In the end, the wife didnt want to take the half day and both of them ended up quarrelling. Talk about being petty. Consequently, what happened next really pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One CSO came to me and said,"Hey Sonny. You got the hald day right? Do you really need it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my head I was like, "What the?!?!!?". Of course I needed it!! Why else would I apply for it?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, to be honest I didnt really had to take the half day. Its just the way this CSO approached me. Damn bloody condescending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm....seems like I'm getting abit sore, huh? I also dunno why. But trust me, I'm trying to figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amusingly, when you are granted to take half day leave, you instantaneously also becomes public enemy number 1. With envy eyes staring at you, its an uncomfortable feeling. Still, I didnt let it bother me much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, would anyone like to know how was my New Year Eve countdown? Well for starters, it was boring.......but pleasant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rather than cramming my balls thru a sea of new year ravellers, I decided to...stay in office. Here's how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;9.00pm&lt;/span&gt; - Finished work and logged off after follow up on a few cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;9.30pm&lt;/span&gt; - Had a friendly PSP match of BurnOut with Ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;11.00pm&lt;/span&gt; - Slacked around office and start sending our New Years' SMSes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;11.55pm&lt;/span&gt; - Getting ready for the countdown with 8 other officers on duty that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12.00am&lt;/span&gt; - Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12.30pm&lt;/span&gt; - Went to Boon Lay Central for supper with Boss Alzari and Ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1020766.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1.00am&lt;/span&gt; - Discovered this REALLY good Nasi Lemak in Boon Lay. They call it the Die-Die-Must-Eat-Nasi-Lemak-POWER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1020767.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1020768.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is the first meal I had in 2006. Yup, I can tell its going to be one "healthy" year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2.30am&lt;/span&gt; - Got home and took a bath. Went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its been a difficult last few days. I have no idea why but my head has been spinning so badly and in my heart I'm hoping for it to be a good year ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At work, there has already been 4 resignations within the first 3 days. Who knows how many more will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm looking for something. I have no idea what it is. And the only thing I can do now is to sit and wait.....cos, how can you look for something when you dont even know what it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets just hope......it will be a better year that comes along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9016603-113631271631014013?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113631271631014013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113631271631014013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113631271631014013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113631271631014013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-and-die-die-must-eat_04.html' title='Happy New Year and the Die-Die-Must-Eat Nasi Lemak'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113595761295480156</id><published>2005-12-30T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:43.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok folks! Its finally over!. I'm out! *claps*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, its been a long run. Finally yours truly is out of the cluster's Buddy System and sad to say, I'm not "moulding" young minds to be competent CSOs anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a way, from what was expected to only last for 2 months, streched on to almost a year. Still, I'm glad to see that all the new recruits that was under me and my buddies' tutelage have grown to be able and efficient CSOs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for me, on a personal level....its been satisfying and rewarding. From their very first days, looks of moronic expressions and stares of blurness haunts me whenever I go to work. But now...its all good, baby. Its all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/P1020755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cluster B.R.A.V.O Buddy System 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On another note, I finally got my BONUS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;WOoOOoOoOHoOoOOoOoO!!!!~~~ $$$ come to papa! Initially, I had sOOoOoOOo many plans for my bonus this year. Thoughts of holidays, shopping sprees and food fiestas filled my mind. I know, I know.....those of you who know me is probably thinking....."What other gadget is this freak going to buy this time?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But....... fortunately the cash was in my bank account for less than 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe...you see, ever heard of the phrase, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fool and his money will soon be parted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"? Well, this fool aint taking chances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have made a commitment to myself that I will be making something out of this year's bonus. Maybe buy a house in Penang or something like that. But however, I also know that the longer the money stays in Singapore, the higher the chances that I'm gonna do something stupid with it. So, 'nuff said....I transferred it back to Penang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank God for creating Internet Fund transfers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But seriously, to be honest my mood has been kinda rotten for the past few days. And basically, customers calling in these days with an IQ of a 9 year old isn't helping. From assholes to morons and idiots, it gets worse each day. EVERYONE wants a free phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I'd know it better, I'm working for the Welfare Department of the Rich and Ignorant. I truly believe there's a medical term of how stupid these people can get. Look it up in the medical dictionary....its under &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moronis ignoramus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, recently there have been a few people that have been getting on my nerves as well. I know some of them have good intentions, but they're execution seriously needs re-consideration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, the funny thing is; no matter how bad my mood has been for the past few days, something always turns out for the better. I guess these days I'm more......positive and optimistic. I find myself looking things differently these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Something always seems to save the day. Something that makes it a little bit more...bearable.&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/9016603-113595761295480156?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113595761295480156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113595761295480156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113595761295480156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113595761295480156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2005/12/save-day.html' title='Save the day'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113553373415700057</id><published>2005-12-26T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:43.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KING Kong RaWkS!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess all of us has been very good this year. Cos, Peter Jackson has given the world the perfect Christmas gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What better way to spend your Christmas watching a big hairy monkey dragging a damsel in distress, wrecking havoc in New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just saw King Kong and I.........&lt;strong&gt;SIMPLY LOVE IT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5364/639/320/KK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spectacular, jaw-dropping, fantastic, awesome...these are the few words that I can describe the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But wait a minute....should I be calling King Kong a movie? Its much much more than that. Kong brought back the old Hollywood magic that mesmerised us for decades. It was pure popcorn-loving fun and every minute of it was great. All 3 hours of it. It kinda felt like I was a kid again; watching movies in a cinema. Just look at the picture above. The fonts, the banners. Looks like one of those old Hollywood classics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;King Kong didnt need to be rational, realistic or practical. Every single minute of it was pure movie nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And who do we owe it to? One man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter Jackson is a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter Jackson should have directed Jurasic Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter Jackson should have directed the 3 Stooges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter Jackson should run for Presidency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter Jackson is King!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All hail Peter Jackson!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never dissapointing. Always awe-insprising. This man made this B-grade movie classic into a masterpiece. Check out the scene from the minute the bronchiosaurus stampede to the T-Rex showdown with Kong. Pure excellence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole movie is actually quite cliched. You have the strapping and dashing hero. The brute beast. The Damsel in distress. The over ambitious villian. And the pompous rich brat. The movie is so cliched that everyone has their specific role to play. Take for instance; the cook (acted by the talented Andy Serkis).......he enters his first scene wearing an apron. Typical of any ship's cook. BUT, even when he ventures into the depths of Skull Island, he's STILL wearing his apron!! And even till his death, he has his apron on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And oh boy, don't get me started with the action scenes! They were so intense that they leave you gripping at the edge of your seats. Don't even blink. Its so fast and furious you'll only manage to catch your breath at the end. Look out for a scene where this guy is running amongst the veloceraptors and the other dinasaurs. In the midst of the running, the dude just jumped over the fallen veloceraptor and gave the dinosaur an overhead kick!!!!!~ What the?!?!!? Even seen anything like that before???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though, one thing I have to mention is that the love chemistry between Adrian Brody and Naomi Watts is a tad weak. I felt that even King Kong had more chemistry with her. Especially the scene where Naomi Watts looks into Kong's eyes in the final moments together...before he plunge to his doom. That monkey's big brown eyes nearly made me shed a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alot of people are implying that Noami's role in the whole movie was just to act pretty and scream on cue. However, I beg to differ. True enough her screams and shouts can put the Scream movies to shame, but she played it like a true veteran. Its something about this actress that makes her so endearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, not to mention kudos to Andy Serkis aka Gollum that brought life to King Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perfect damsel in distress. Perfect monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Simply brilliant.&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/9016603-113553373415700057?l=stealthsunlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/feeds/113553373415700057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9016603&amp;postID=113553373415700057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113553373415700057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9016603/posts/default/113553373415700057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthsunlight.blogspot.com/2005/12/king-kong-rawks_26.html' title='KING Kong RaWkS!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>StealthSunlight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11972260625912808379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y92/calezero/SP_A0086_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9016603.post-113545226108200286</id><published>2005-12-25T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:44:43.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have yourself......a merry christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;Jingle balls, jingle balls....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♪ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;Hanging on the wall....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;One is big, one is small...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♪&lt;/span&
