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6pm - Colleague : Tomorrow petrol will be increase 1 cent per litre.
10pm - Leroy : Yo man, tomorrow petrol will be increase 2 cents per litre.
10.30pm - Foo Wah : I heard it is about 10 cents per litre
10.52pm - Paultan : That fucker Petro*** says it will be 5 cents - 10 cents

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The best is always yet to come. There’s this case where a Business Development Manager negotiated a deal with one of the staff to promote and referring the staff’s boyfriend to the company. The deal is that if the company willing to employ this guy, she and her boyfriend must purchase 2 insurance premium from him. Each of the premium will cost about RM1k per month. I won’t say about the corporation name because it’s not the fault with the company but rather the agent and it’s organization (which i mean the himself and the group he belong to). ]]>

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Other sites that provide similar information about the dotA 5.84c AI
http://kepiting.com/
GORZERK
Lowyat.NET forum
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And proof that I’ve been blocked from visiting certain websites. and ]]>

Now that I’ve been disconnected from the Net in the office. Seems like the router glitch. Doesn’t matter. I can’t concentrate on coding anyway. I might as well blog about whatever strikes my mind. Tomorrow will be the day. The PPS Bash. I won’t be able to go despite the fact I really don’t want to miss it. What can I do? Financial crisis hits me again. Hard this time. With stack of unsettled bills. Living in this world sometimes seems tough. Everything needs money.

I’m dropping the case.

Argh. For the last 2 nights, I’ve been sleeping in the living hall. I’m home alone. My sister having her sleepover at my uncle’s house. Babysit those kids. Those nights, I was playing some chinese songs. Repeating itself until the wee hours in the morning. Those demented and tormented sad love songs. No. I’m not heartbroken. Not yet and no one to heartbreak me. I’m just feeling blue. Feeling melachonic.

Monday night. I cleaned my room. Moving my stuff to a smaller bedroom. One of the photo frame that was hanging was the photo taken in 1998. High School time. Commonwealth Trip. Found the black block signed by my ex-coursemates from ISE. Time really flies. Getting old already for all these shits. Tuesday night. Searched for Shelly phone number. SMSed her. I told her I’m still alive. Is she? She replied. “Do I? u mean? well. im still breathing 2.thx 4 yur ‘concern’;->so, how r u lately?” And I been messing with Winnie’s mind lately. Feeding her with mixed messages. Caused her to confused certain things. One of her SMS. “Are you jealous?” Last week, I took the old Pyschology book out for reading. Going through certain topics. Found out my ex photo (the one and only one) which I thought I had thrown away. Still
intact. Good condition. I almost forgot how she looks like. She look even prettier in my mind. Should I keep it, return it or throw it? Don’t have any slight idea what I should do to it.

Just one sentence. Fuck The World]]>

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Kelvin was there too) and was my class teacher for 3M.

He gave us tuition classes at night at my best friend’s place, Andy. Also known as Mohd. Azfandiar, we were buddy then. The tuition wasn’t free and I think he was trying to make extra income. Couldn’t blame him though since the salary of a teacher in primary school ain’t that plenty. Cikgu Ainol fetched me first since he lived nearby my place. We would then pick the rest along the way to Andy’s house, the Langkawi Apartment. Cikgu Ainol was driving a striking red Daihatsu Charade with a comb of banana soft toy hanging from the rear mirror.

After 1 year teaching in Jalan Kuantan, he returned to teach in his hometown, Kedah. I began to write letter to him after I got his address in Kedah. I wrote in Malay and consistently writing every fortnight without fail for a year. It lasted until Form 3. He never replied to me though not even a single letter. He however did pass several messages through a mutual party, my 4M class teacher Cikgu Hamdan. That year, before he completed his term in KL, he nominated Jerry and I to be the school prefect.

Throughout that period, I keep asking myself whether he did manage to receive my letters or not. My faith slowly fading away. I’m not sure of myself if he still remembering me after all this while. Cikgu Ainol is one of the people that shaped my life. I mean in my childhood time. Andy and I do look upon him in Standard 3. Due to that, both of us joined the Boy Scout the following year. KelvinA was there too.

One of my wishes is able to meet him up one day. Wonder how is he doing well. How many child he had conceived? How about his family? Quoted from my primary school magazine, Dian “Guru ibaratkan dian yang membakar diri menerangi orang lain”. I would like to thank him.

TERIMA KASIH CIKGU!!! ]]>

Kenny had to face it recently. I had it 4 years ago. I’m still dealing with it.

My father is the one I cherished most in my life. He is my idol, mentor and my hero in life. Though he ain’t perfect, a little err makes him more lovely. Once a while, I would replay the bits and bytes of my memories of him. How he woke me up in the middle of night so I can follow him to the wet market. How he rub his chin to make me ticklish. How he turn up to collect my report card without fail every year of my primary school.

I miss him every second of my life. I miss his specialty “Chilli Fish” filled with sambal belacan and deep fried it till crisp. i miss his skillful “Chilli Dried Prawn” that I can eat with plain rice. I miss his Teochew Porridge that is delicious to my delight. In simple term, I miss his cookings. I used to take it for granted that whenever I reach home, he will be finish preparing food for the family. I miss the time I helped him out in the kitchen. He always tell me that I’m no good for the knife and wok. I usually end up helping him with the garbage.

When I was small, I used to fear of losing him someday. In my dreams, I feared and awaken by it. As time sun rise, he returned home and it relieves me. We would then go for nearby hawker stalls have breakfast. There is one time my dad got rob in the market. The fucker hit my dad with hammer on his head. Bleed, my dad struggled and grab attention of passerby. When I reached home after school, I saw him lying on the lazy chair and my heart ache. I can’t do anything. Beyond my capability. I just sat there and we chat.

I feel lost. I feel empty without him. He inspired me. He always hope I do well in school. I noticed it when one of my tutor from Kasturi tuition share with us how parent will react. They’ll wake up early sweeping the porch for hours and hours until the neighbour appeared in front of them. Then they will ask, “How’s your son/daughter fare?” and they’ll proudly tell that “My son scored 10As” or something like that. They’ll feel proud. I relate that story to his visit to a barber shop nearby. He keep telling those uncles how well I do in school and so on. I was delighted to see his face glowing and his eyes shining bright proud of me.

This Father’s Day, I have such tendency to think of him. It’s true that absence makes the heart fonder. Not out of sight out of mind. I miss him dearly, so dearly that I hope I can spend quality time with him. Listening to his voice, looking into his eyes and sharing my ups and downs with him. When I had my first paycheck atfer I graduated, my parents are the first one I wanted to treat them to dinner with. I wanted to buy him “Crocodile” shirt. I wanted be the one who drive him around. I wanted to have him attend my convocation.

I am selfish. I wanted him remain by my side. Though now not physically but spiritually. I know with god will, he is with me spiritually. That’s why I will never trade anything with my memories of him.

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Devastated, I decided to let bygone be bygone. Recently, the SPG Singapore news on the tabloids and newspapers have drawn a lot of attention from all walks of life. For bloggers, it’s the time to have a piece of the piece. For fame-wise, traffic-wise or principle-wise. Local or oversea, even dementedchic, wingz and Kenny putting up their pieces of mind. Quoting from Peter’s comment over the irc channel (#malaysiabloggers@DalNet), we have been evolving from gossiping in mamak stalls to gossiping in the web. We bloggers deserved some complimentary from Malaysia government. We are truly embracing the ICT and soon shall be the smart society. MALAYSIA BOLEH!!! YAY!

Few hours ago, I shared with my cousin and his wife about the SPG news. She told me that she overheard from the radio mentioning about the explicit websites, porn and so on. Our government are trying to restrict those sites and whether I’ve been there or not. I told them about SPG did mentioning about the size of the caucasian dick and why she prefer them than the chinese men. Then, I did share with them about Kenny photoshopped him posing with a red boxer. My cousin told me to post him photo only wearing a mini brief. A red mini brief and nicknamed himself as “Duah Duah Liap” (Extra Extra Large).

I would like to share my humble opinion regarding the titties and the blogsphere. In my humble opinion and as an asian, we would considered SPG act as a humiliation to the family and society. I would say it is unwise to say so. Why? Have us consider other factors? Education? Media? Peers? There are plenty factors and who we are are caused by the learning expriences. These expriences will shape our lives.

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jobstreet and log on to #malaysiablogger@DalNet. These are the few requirements I need to do in order to fulfill my daily dosage to keep me going on the rest of the day.

Suddenly, “The URL has been blocked” message popped out. I was like “WHAT THE FUCK???!!!”. I even ask Lim and Ivan to check for me what was going wrong. Same thing happened when I tried to access the Utopia. I finally conclude that something is going wrong when the url returned is 192.168.0.1/block.htm. LAN IP. Router IP. Shit! I had new enemy, D-Link. At the same time, there is DoS attacking the router as well on port 445, 139 and 135. We lost connection to the web. Slowly and finally. Wooohoo.. congratulations.

In fact I thought it was only my blog and Utopia being blocked. No, anything that ended up with blogspot.com are being blocked. I almost cried when I can’t read Amber, Kelvin, dementedchic, TiuNiaSing and so on. God thankful that I have a few of bloggers who are rich (they have own domain), I can read their blogs. Those people are PeterTan, KennySia and some you can find on the right link. I still manage to check the Utopia once a while using its public ip thanks to UtopiaTemple.

This whole day, my mood spoilt. Was intending to blog about the only dotA match I had using Sand King. Playing 4 on 4, getting BoS, 2 circlets and 1 mantle I gain exprience until level 6. At that time, received an email from official dota-allstars that they will my killing spree begins. 17 kills I managed to since they were all noobs. It seems that everyone are very enjoying dotA version 5.84c here. Sigh* begin to losing interest about the game. Anyway, I’ve begin to collect a certain fee for the forum membership.

My nephew came to work in KL. I had to borrow my car to him. *sob* since we are family, and I do understand his needs. It’s just temporarily.

And my note to D-Link, don’t separate me with my blog. i need her so dearly (with watery eyes)]]>