<?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-16997541</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:26:26.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me talk pretty everyday</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-5991533935127008934</id><published>2007-04-26T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:19:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if it is the first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Took this from the website of my favourite writer&lt;/span&gt; - Paulo Coelho's Warrior of Lights. (No.145) (http://www.warriorofthelight.com) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and probably the last entry in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am going out to discover my 'first time' again. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I would like to believe that I am going to look on this new year as if it were the first time that 365 days have unfolded before my eyes. To see the people around me with surprise and amazement, happy to discover that they are by my side and sharing something so often mentioned and so seldom understood, called love. &lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" lang="en-US"&gt; I shall climb on the first bus that comes along without asking where it is going to and I shall get off as soon as I see something that catches my attention. I shall pass by a beggar who asks me for some spare change. Maybe I’ll give him something, maybe I’ll think that he will spend it on drink and just walk past – hearing his insults and understanding that that is the way he has to communicate with me. I shall pass by someone who is trying to wreck a telephone booth. Maybe I’ll try to stop them, maybe I’ll understand that they are doing that because there is nobody to talk to on the other side of the line and that is their way of chasing off loneliness. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" lang="en-US"&gt; On each of these 365 days I shall look at everything and everybody as if it were the first time – especially the small things that I am not used to and whose magic I have forgotten. The keys of my computer, for example, that move with an energy that I fail to understand. The paper that appears on the screen and for a long time has not been revealed in a physical manner, although I believe that I am writing on a white sheet where it is easy to make corrections by pressing a key. At the side of the computer monitor are some papers that I do not have the patience to put in order, but if I feel that they are hiding something new, than all these letters, memoranda, newspaper cuttings and receipts will gain a life of their own and will have odd stories of the past and the future to tell me. So many things in the world, so many paths trodden, so many entrances and exits in my life. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" lang="en-US"&gt; I am going to put on a shirt that I wear a lot and for the first time I shall pay attention to the label and the way it was sewn, and I am going to imagine the hands that designed it and the machines that changed this design into something material and visible. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" lang="en-US"&gt; And even the things that I am used to – such as my bow and arrows, the breakfast coffee mug, the boots that have become an extension of my feet after wearing them so much – will be coated in the mystery of discovery. Let everything that my hand touches, my eyes see and my mouth taste be different now, although they been the same for many a year. In that way they will no longer be still-lifes and start to convey the secret of having been with me for such a long time, and they will show me the miracle of coming into touch again with emotions already worn down by routine. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" lang="en-US"&gt; I want to look at the sun for the first time, if the sun comes out tomorrow, or at cloudy weather, if tomorrow is overcast. Above my head there is a sky for which all of humanity - over thousands of years of observation - has given a series of reasonable explanations. Well, I shall forget everything I have ever learned about the stars, and they will once more turn into angels, or children, or anything else that I feel like believing in at the moment. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" lang="en-US"&gt; Time and life have changed everything into something perfectly understandable – and I need mystery, the thunder that is the voice of an angry god rather than just a simple electric discharge that sets off vibrations in the atmosphere. I want to fill my life again with fantasy, because an angry god is far more curious, frightening and interesting than a phenomenon of physics. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" lang="en-US"&gt; And finally, let me look at myself on each of these 365 days as if it were the first time that I was in contact with my body and my soul. Let me look at this person who walks, feels and talks like any other, let me feel surprised at his most simple gestures, like chatting to the mailman, opening his correspondence, contemplating his wife sleeping at his side, wondering what she is dreaming about. &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;" lang="en-US"&gt; And so I shall remain what I am and what I like to be, a constant surprise to myself. This I who was not created by my father or by my mother, nor by my school, but by all that I have lived so far - suddenly I forgot and am discovering it all over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-5991533935127008934?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5991533935127008934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=5991533935127008934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/5991533935127008934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/5991533935127008934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-if-it-is-first-time.html' title='As if it is the first time'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-6378707846388614845</id><published>2007-02-01T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:34:14.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of jan, beginning of feb</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I last blogged, I know I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess like many bloggers, somehow you just move on with life, you left behind what you like to do during your spare time &lt;strike&gt; at  work &lt;/strike&gt; and plunge yourself right into where the actions are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was not blogging, I have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Busy with work. Well, my boss has been put me as a backup player for the purchasing and monitoring the incoming shipments, on top of all the other duties. Thus, my eyes has been glued to the stocklists, checking what we are lacking, and also ensuring all procedures are followed. Of all these, I hate 2 things the most, having to hear my bosses 'nag' about how the goods are slightly more expensive and also to have the goods here on time and properly distributed to our branches.  It's stressful, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Yeah,  I mean going out with friends and hanging out and google at 'god's wonderful creation'. If you haven't check out some of the hot spots in town, you should. There is this place which we do pop into once every now and then. I tell you, sometimes it's pretty rauchy at the wee hours. Of course, at the wee hours, all I could think of was 'Are we home yet?' and hoping, we wont get any road blocks driving home. But, I enjoy my night out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My friends has been trying to play match-match for me. There is this image consultant, then a massuer,  a sales manager and a vet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: A vet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami 1: Damn cute la. Definitely your type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Alright but does this person smell like a horse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami 1: No, only the smell of a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: tempting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am cool about meeting more friends and I am as my friend put it, "in control of my situation", and most important, I am not desperate for a partner yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Puffy is doing good too. Of course, he has to be re-train as he is still getting use to the new house. He is still as adorable as always. I just send him for a haircut and now he looked good. Sometimes I imagine him a rabbit. Oh, I wish I can show you how he sit at the balcony watching some of the people walking at the garden. It's a sight to behold. (Perhaps a picture later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have been watching my weight lately and I am happy to say I am working toward my ideal weight. Yeah, I will do it right this time. Of course, er there is a company BBQ coming soon. Darn.... I heard, on the menu, there will be prawns, crabss and oysters... aiksssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kinda am broke lately too with the new house, and the partying. Not going to spend a lot on chinese new year, perhaps going to get a pair of new shoes which I have been eyeing since december. By the way, my friend did asked me if I want to buy a watch which he is thinking of disposing. I like the watch but I am tight on budget. So... next time la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My travel plan is a bit up and down. Was supposed to go to Indonesia on a business trip but cancelled on the last minute. The trip to Germany will probably wont materialised since we will have a huge event in March here. The US trip is not confirmed as well, as the event has been moved and only selected players can take part in it. And the trip to Nepal, ahhhhhhhh will only be confirmed once I get to speak again to my uncle in April, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I will be staying put in KL during the chinese festival season. I guess I will have a good rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. that's all folks, for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-6378707846388614845?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6378707846388614845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=6378707846388614845&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/6378707846388614845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/6378707846388614845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/02/end-of-jan-beginning-of-feb.html' title='end of jan, beginning of feb'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-8608326924132836911</id><published>2007-01-11T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:41:07.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your seduction style?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/midas_touch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-8608326924132836911?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8608326924132836911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=8608326924132836911&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/8608326924132836911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/8608326924132836911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-your-seduction-style.html' title='What&apos;s your seduction style?'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-1546030676898658126</id><published>2007-01-04T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:34:57.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And still we sleep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I shall start my entry with a poem and the resolutions for 2007.  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;"&gt;We are dreaming of tomorrow and tomorrow isn't coming,&lt;br /&gt;We are dreaming of a glory that we don't really want.&lt;br /&gt;We are dreaming of a new day when the new day's here already.&lt;br /&gt;We are running from the battle when it's one that must be fought."  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;And still we sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;We are listening for the calling but never really heeding,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the future when the future's only plans.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dodging daily,&lt;br /&gt;Praying for a savior when salvation's in our hands."  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;And still we sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;And still we dream.&lt;br /&gt;And still we pray.&lt;br /&gt;And still we fear.&lt;br /&gt;And still we sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.peterweircave.com/dps/comparison.html"&gt;http://www.peterweircave.com/dps/comparison.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolutions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;" align="left"&gt;1. To control and tame myself and my temper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;" align="left"&gt;2. To start moving with the career plan.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;" align="left"&gt;3. To find my 'nirvana' and be good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;" align="left"&gt;Ultimately, to be happy in everything that I am doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-1546030676898658126?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/1546030676898658126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=1546030676898658126&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/1546030676898658126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/1546030676898658126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-still-we-sleep.html' title='And still we sleep....'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-5006228620371620128</id><published>2006-12-20T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:49:02.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days to ho ho ho</title><content type='html'>1. We are officially getting the keys to the house today though there are still a few outstanding things which are not fixed. I think I have given enough notices to all parties and I shall start to do it my way and charge them for anything outstanding. I am also puking sometimes talking and explaining things to people. Yeah, I can be really impatient sometimes. So.. a point to note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Work is progressing well but knowing the style my boss is working and planning, I know, a lot of things will only be plans for many years to come. We have this joke among us that if we work here for another 20 years, the best car we can drive would only be a Proton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My plan for Penang is off since I will be busy with the new house. We are moving so that we dont have to pay another month of rent which can be used for the house instalments. Hmm A good thing in a way. I still have a lot of things not in place yet since I dont have time to really go searching for furnitures. I guess one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yesterday, my colleague (THE bitch) had a fight with my lady boss. I am impressed with her courages to speak on top of her voice. I really dont know it was whose fault but in my humble opinion, NEVER raise your voice to the person who sign your paycheck! In the words of my 'mighty' boss all the time - THEY STILL HAVE NOT MANAGED TO KNOW THE SITUATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My friends and I are going to have some Xmas club hopping this saturday night. Yeah and I shall tell you about my googling experiences the next time. Like real like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am greatly indebt with a friend of mine who has been helping me a lot over the last few months. He recommended me some contractors and I got good prices for their jobs. He brings me to club and open my eyes to a whole ocean of fishes. He has done many things for me which if i list it out, I will have to spend the whole day typing it. ;) I am forever grateful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Called 'someone' the other day and we spoke for a while. He sounds like a pretty nice person but that's just the first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am having a early Xmas christmas dinner with my friends tonight and I make some gifts for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-5006228620371620128?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5006228620371620128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=5006228620371620128&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/5006228620371620128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/5006228620371620128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/12/5-days-to-ho-ho-ho.html' title='5 days to ho ho ho'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-6567126622947807960</id><published>2006-12-18T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:02:02.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol 2007</title><content type='html'>The Little Drummer boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,&lt;br /&gt;rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,&lt;br /&gt;So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,&lt;br /&gt;When we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Jesus, pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,&lt;br /&gt;rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,&lt;br /&gt;Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,&lt;br /&gt;On my drum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,&lt;br /&gt;rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,&lt;br /&gt;Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;Me and my drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The words and music to the Christmas song Little Drummer Boy was composed by Katherine K. Davis, Henry Onorati and Harry Simeone in 1958. The lyrics of Little Drummer Boy consist of no less than 21 rum pum pum pum' - a major part of the song and therefore presenting an apparently easy task for the lyricist! However, Little Drummer Boy has been a huge hit for several artists. The most notable rendition was created by the most unlikely combination of Bing Crosby and David Bowie. This version of Little Drummer Boy was a massive hot for the artists and was in fact Bing Crosby's most successful recording since the legendary White Christmas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-6567126622947807960?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6567126622947807960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=6567126622947807960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/6567126622947807960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/6567126622947807960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/12/carol-2007.html' title='Carol 2007'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-5089711696169495166</id><published>2006-12-07T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:25:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear santa</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of the year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a very good boy this year with the exception of a few things which I think we can sweep under the carpet whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;top 10 Christmas' wish&lt;/span&gt; (in no particular order). Yeah something attainable this year, I presummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/www.tiretnewyork.com"&gt;Tiret watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A white cold snowy christmas.&lt;br /&gt;3. A healthy body mind soul.&lt;br /&gt;4. A week of enjoyable holiday from the 25th right up to next year.&lt;br /&gt;5. A new computer, probably a powerbook.&lt;a href="http://www.macminute.com/2004/10/26/ipodsocks/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.com/nseries/index.html?loc=inside,main_n80"&gt;Nokia N80&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodhifi/"&gt;Apple ipod HIFI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A messenger bag&lt;br /&gt;9. A sound system for my room.&lt;br /&gt;10. A &lt;a href="http://www.macminute.com/2004/10/26/ipodsocks/"&gt;ipod sock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv, Cava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if you can deliver one day earlier, I would appreciate it, Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some goods news to rejoice in the season of advent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I might be going to Germany in the first quarter next year. Yuppie.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am getting some extra bonuses next year too if the plans works well&lt;br /&gt;3. Puffy will have three stories to run around when we move&lt;br /&gt;4. I might be going to Nepal middle of  next year&lt;br /&gt;5. I might be moving on if No.4 works out well&lt;br /&gt;6. Works has been ok and since the fair is over, yuppie, I can concentrate on some personal stuff now&lt;br /&gt;7. Might be going to Penang for a short trip end of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Notes (things to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Send out my Christmas card&lt;br /&gt;2. Get Puffy's biscuits and basket&lt;br /&gt;3. Do up the Locoroco card as promised to my little cousin&lt;br /&gt;4. Call my friends for the season's greeting&lt;br /&gt;5. Finish up the website&lt;br /&gt;6. Finalised the product planning list&lt;br /&gt;7. Do christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;8. Clean new house&lt;br /&gt;9. Watch DVD - Volver, that I just bought&lt;br /&gt;10. Send photocopy of passport&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-5089711696169495166?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/5089711696169495166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=5089711696169495166&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/5089711696169495166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/5089711696169495166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear santa'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-3258517627087222561</id><published>2006-11-23T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T18:32:09.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The idoit woman during the end of Nov</title><content type='html'>I nearly vomit blood talking to the house seller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Is this Ms.X?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms X: Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: I am Cava, the brother of Ms. Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms X: Oh yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi:Ok.. Just want to check with you what is the happening, it has been 2 weeks since our lawyers communicated and we are still waiting for your call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms X: I have called them to fix this and that but there is one part which is not done since that contractor is away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: OK, so when will it be done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms. X: I will call them tomorrow and will let you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: ok. I will wait for your call. And, another thing, the final documents from the developer. They said u still have some outstanding payments and they wont release anything until you pay the amount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms. X: Oh I just got the invoice yesterday. Give me some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Some time. when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms. X Tone changed *angry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaba-yaba-duba-daba-yada yada yada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, she is not happy when I talked to her in a serious tone and even said that I interrogate her and that I shouted at her. I mean it has been months and others who bought the houses after us has already moved in. She is also not happy when I said it it has been dragging on and thought i implied that she is the one dragging it. Damn it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I saw in the news last night on the christmas decoration that is being set up in Paris and France. Oh my god.. suddenly I miss it so so much. It's like... arghhhhh what am I really doing with my life. Where do I really want to go? Of course I know KL is cool too and yeah I just cant wait to see all the christmas deco that will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I am making a christmas shopping list already. Gosh, so fun yet so... ouch my wallet is going to bleed again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-3258517627087222561?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3258517627087222561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=3258517627087222561&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/3258517627087222561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/3258517627087222561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/11/idoit-woman-during-end-of-nov.html' title='The idoit woman during the end of Nov'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-6950900438347479538</id><published>2006-11-18T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:36:50.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid November</title><content type='html'>It has been weeks since I last blogged. Guess what I have been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Working very very hard.&lt;br /&gt;a) Was rushing for the artwork for the coming advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;b) Doing the year end promotions&lt;br /&gt;c) Preparation for the coming roadshow&lt;br /&gt;d) Lots of emailing for my boss.&lt;br /&gt;e) Lots of goods arriving, thus the need to contact my suppliers as well as checking all coming stocks.&lt;br /&gt;f) etc etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just way way way way way too busy at work and found no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I dont consider it to be a fight but a very very close friend of mine is suspecting me of flirting with his wife. Common........... Kinda really dissapointed since I thought we have this understanding and pack as close good friend. Anyway... let bygone be bygone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reconnected with a lot of old friends and things are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Checking on the new house and doing some shoppings for the furnitures and fittings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Being going out with some friends for 'yum'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Might be getting some presents from Venice soon. Heheh I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My uncle asked me if I am ready to go back to Europe. He is applying PR for me. Hmmm I am still thinking about it. What is the level of sacrifices I am willing to do for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Puffy is doing great. He is my beloved for now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's saturday afternoon, and I am still stucked in the office. So I am going off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-6950900438347479538?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6950900438347479538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=6950900438347479538&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/6950900438347479538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/6950900438347479538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-has-been-weeks-since-i-last-blogged.html' title='Mid November'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-4408815875314412032</id><published>2006-10-31T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:48:26.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hallow's Day.</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween people, and don't scare the shit of people with 'yourself'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick today, thus, I shall the slimy green monster dripping from the nose tonight. muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theholidayspot.com/halloween/history.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7333/2074/400/ghosts.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture courtesy of http://www.theholidayspot.com/halloween/history.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-4408815875314412032?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/4408815875314412032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=4408815875314412032&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/4408815875314412032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/4408815875314412032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-hallows-day.html' title='All Hallow&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-6043093710235190640</id><published>2006-10-28T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T15:00:22.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>旅行的意义</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Puffy lately has been the most adorable puppy. In the morning, he will bark outside my room to wake me up. When I reached home at night, he would be at the door to greet me and he would jump around to show his excitements. It's like.. I don't know how to say it.. I just feel happy to be home to see him. Maybe I am getting this is what people called as mid-uncle-life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny happened in a pub earlier. Well I hardly go clubbing and this is one of those time where your friend just put a gun to your head and says ' if you do not go out with us tonight, we are going to disown you' so, I went and gosh... the following happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami 1: Hey someone wants to know you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: * Shocked * me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami 2: Where? Where? Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: * Still shocked *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami 1: So how? This is the second time he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: * Double shocked * Me??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami 1: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami 2: Common... go for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: No la No la. * shy and blushing *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called my friend the next day to ask for my number again. I still am not giving. I know I am this cruel bastard but I don't want give wrong signal. I am all for friends but dating is just not my thing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;I am loving this song :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;旅行的意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;义&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;过了许多美景&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt; 你看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;过了许多美女&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你迷失在地 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;图上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 每一道短&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;暂的光阴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你品&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;尝了夜的巴黎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你踏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 过下雪的北京&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你熟日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;记本里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  &gt;每一句&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你最&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  爱的真理&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;却&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;说不出你爱我的原因 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;却&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;说不出你欣赏我哪一种表情 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;却&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;说不出在什么场合我曾让你动心 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;说不出离开的原因&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你累&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;积了许多飞行&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你用心挑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;选纪念品&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt; 你搜集了地&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;图上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 每一次的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;风和日丽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;拥抱热情的岛屿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你埋葬&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 记忆的土尔其&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你流&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;连电影里美丽的不真实的场景 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;却&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;说不出你爱我的原因&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;却&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;说不出你欣赏我哪一种表情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;却&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;说不出在什么场合我曾让你分心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;说不出旅行&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;的意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  义&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你勉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  &gt;强&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 说出你爱我的原因&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;却&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 说不出你欣赏我哪一种表情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你却&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 说不出在什么场合我曾让你动心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;说不出旅行的意义&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;勉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:Batang;font-size:100%;"  &gt;强&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  说出你为我寄出的每一封信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;都是你离&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 开的原因&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;你离&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-family:PMingLiU;font-size:100%;"  &gt;开我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(99, 101, 99);font-size:100%;" &gt;就是旅行的意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;义&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P/s: D, I am really sorry to hear the news. My sincere condolences to you and your family.&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/16997541-6043093710235190640?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/6043093710235190640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=6043093710235190640&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/6043093710235190640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/6043093710235190640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='旅行的意义'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-3488140657579058971</id><published>2006-10-19T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:59:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your melting moments?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Have you ever wonder, what makes you tick or frown? In a spirit of seeing people lovey-dovey, what will be your melting moment?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Is it going to be&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When someone called your B or  deer?,   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When someone peel you a prawn over  dinner?,   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Feed you his extra juicy loving  tender chicken parts?,   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;De-skin the chicken for you?,   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Pick up your tap,   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Kiss you good night,   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Hold you as you are having a swell  of a frightful ride,   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Just a simple sweet smile, a  hello, and knowing (s)he is yours,   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Hearing, i love you back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A peck on the cheek in public,   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Standing outside your work place,  with a bottle of wine, waiting to spend the night with you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Writing you a love letter / sms?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Going for holidays together?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Says he misses you, 24/7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Occasional touches in the public,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;buy you a coconut, when you are  having sorethroat&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Tells you, 'we are written in the  stars”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Says he will hold it for you when  you cant pee straight when you am old.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Realised that (s)he photo in  his/her wallet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Willing to do anything for  you....?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I guess I will just stick mine to having that special 'melting moment' biscuit melting in my mouth for now.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Pskk.........  Mr. J-rod, I am extremely GLAD (in your own word)  for you and wishing you the best of everything and I mean it from the heart.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-3488140657579058971?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/3488140657579058971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=3488140657579058971&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/3488140657579058971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/3488140657579058971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-your-melting-moments.html' title='What is your melting moments?'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-8403814813946101442</id><published>2006-10-16T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:20:13.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with 2 friends and got myself this movie - HAIRSPRAY and I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7333/2074/1600/180px-Hairsprayfilm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7333/2074/400/180px-Hairsprayfilm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the theatre version of it too. If you like the 60's and coup d'etat, this is the movie for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh... I officially named the classic carbonara (fettucine) at Italiannes the pasta of the month. yum yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for this coming weekend. what a long holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-8403814813946101442?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/8403814813946101442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=8403814813946101442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/8403814813946101442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/8403814813946101442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-has-been-good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115993727351594546</id><published>2006-10-04T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:47:53.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the witch over the moon...</title><content type='html'>I have been quite ok lately, well,  work has been keeping me busy but I am really really bored at work too. Not that I have nothing to do but routine is just not my way of working and my colleagues sometimes just get to my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One fine day&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid girl 1: See, all these shit... why does your ex employees do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boss : I dont know.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid Girl 1 : These people dont want to stay here for long, so they simple do only. Who will shit and eat them up later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: DUHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another fine day, after lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid Girl 1 : hey, if you are late from lunch, do we deduct your salary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Duh.. I am not HR. I dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: *thinking* Shut the **** up.  You are not even doing payroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday, during meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid Girl 1 : Hmm yes, you guys are supposed to be open about your feelings to the boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colleague 1 : yes, and I would like to say that this, this, this is not right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boss: But this is how we do thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colleague 1 : Well, I just want to let you know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid Girl : Yes, that's right, this is how we communicate. You should let them know of your feelings. very good... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: *thinking* gosh, you think you are big sister???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boss: The colleague who left us, he is not professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid girl 1 : Yes, he is so irresponsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boss: And the other one, she said.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid girl 1 : *interupting the line* can her word be trusted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: *Eyes popped out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were numerous occasions where she has pissed people off and I think 80% of the people here does not like her. She has just work here for 1 1/2 months and she is already acting like a &lt;strike&gt;kutu&lt;/strike&gt; idoit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a ligther note,  today is the mid autumn (for the chinese lunar calender) and at &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:13 p.m. EDT, &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;the moon will be called &lt;/span&gt;The Full Harvest Moon.  &lt;/strong&gt;It is always the full Moon occurring nearest to the Autumnal Equinox and in one out of three years, it comes in October and 2006 is one of those years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mid autumn festival, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115993727351594546?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115993727351594546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115993727351594546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115993727351594546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115993727351594546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-worst-feelings-you-ever-had-1.html' title='the witch over the moon...'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115934802508451920</id><published>2006-09-27T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:07:05.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There u go, pikey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4 things many don't know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very very good with my hands. I mean in wrapping up gifts. Duh!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fortune teller told my mum that I would make it big one day!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someone treat me good, I treat them back 10 times more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend told me I was born at the wrong period of time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4 movies i could watch over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nuovo Cinema Paradiso&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dead Poets Society&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amelie de Montmarte&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4 places i have lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Petaling Jaya, Malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarawak, Malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cote D'azur, France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Var, France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4 tv shows i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alias&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star Academy, a singing competition in France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody loves Raymond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4 places i've been for vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;France,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;USA,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thailand,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4 of my favourite food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spaghetti Carbonara,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tempura,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rice Dumpling,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crabs (fried with salted egg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4 places i would rather be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;French Riviera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pyrenee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4 favourite songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pie Jesu (Sarah Brightman &amp;amp; Paul Miles-Kingston)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yuen Zhi (Ah Mei)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eyes in the sky (Alan Parsons Project)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tant pi (Roch Voisin)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115934802508451920?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115934802508451920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115934802508451920&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115934802508451920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115934802508451920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-u-go-pikey.html' title='There u go, pikey...'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115923769108058466</id><published>2006-09-26T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:28:11.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hieroglyph</title><content type='html'>What loneliness&lt;br /&gt;to find no meaning&lt;br /&gt;when there is a meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what loneliness&lt;br /&gt;to be blind in the full light of day, -&lt;br /&gt;and deaf, what loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;amidst the swelling of a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to understand&lt;br /&gt;when there is no meaning,&lt;br /&gt;and to be blind in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;and deaf when silence is complete, -&lt;br /&gt;oh, loneliness within loneliness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Nichita Stanescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I re-found this poem which I jotted down in one of my book before and I just love the depth of this poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115923769108058466?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115923769108058466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115923769108058466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115923769108058466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115923769108058466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/09/hieroglyph.html' title='The Hieroglyph'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115917129655997296</id><published>2006-09-25T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:01:36.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Hell</title><content type='html'>This joke never fails to crack me up, every single time. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Malaysian dies and goes to hell. There he finds that there is a different hell for each country. He goes first to the German hell and asks "What do they do here?" He is told "First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the German devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day." The man does not like the sound of that at all, so he moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He checks out the USA hell as well as the Russian hell and many more.He discovers that they are all more or less the same as the German hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he comes to the Malaysian hell and finds that there is a very long line of people waiting to get in. Amazed he asks "What do they do here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is told "First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the Malaysian devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day.""But that is exactly the same as all the other hells - why are there so many people waiting to get in? "Because maintenance is so bad that the electric chair does not work, someone has stolen all the nails from the bed, and the devil is a former Govt servant, so he comes in, signs the register and then goes to the canteen..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115917129655997296?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115917129655997296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115917129655997296&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115917129655997296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115917129655997296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/09/malaysian-hell.html' title='Malaysian Hell'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115874619476775865</id><published>2006-09-20T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T11:42:15.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another trip...</title><content type='html'>These pictures were taken during my US trip this year. It was actually a business trip so I didnt really snap everything that I came across. I am a professional mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/la1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/400/la1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disneyland, LA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They said it's the happiest place on earth but I tell you I took 2 hours to w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;alk there since the map lied to me. hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/la2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/400/la2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beverly Hills, CA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/la3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/400/la3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollywood - Downtown&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I flipped when I saw the signage - VIRGIN MEGASTORE.  hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/la5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/400/la5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kodak Theatre, LA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, this is where all those award ceremonies took place. Yeah, I feel like a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was  walking to the office this morning and I was just thinking which path would be more pathetic:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to find someone and feel that the search is over, or&lt;br /&gt;2. to continously hoping and looking for that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115874619476775865?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115874619476775865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115874619476775865&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115874619476775865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115874619476775865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-trip.html' title='Another trip...'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115864994230928942</id><published>2006-09-19T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T16:04:40.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things you might not want to know about me</title><content type='html'>1. I like coffee and cream.&lt;br /&gt;2. I sing when I take shower.&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to travel the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;4. I still need a trip from LA to NYC to close my 'round-the-world'.&lt;br /&gt;5. I do not hate my job though it's pretty boring at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love the sea and the waves rushing to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;7. I learn to swim at the age of 31, and I swim like a cat being thrown into the water&lt;br /&gt;8. If I got to choose my career again, I want to be an architect.&lt;br /&gt;9. I have a flair for creativity and good at it.&lt;br /&gt;10. My friends call me cheeky&lt;br /&gt;11. I like to make people laugh, laughing makes me high.&lt;br /&gt;12. I like the rain and the glommy weather.&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a dog now, and it's a big responsibility for me.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am always on time.&lt;br /&gt;15. I like to settle everything as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;16. I can be a perfectionist sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;17. I like the retro 70's.&lt;br /&gt;18. I love cultures and legends.&lt;br /&gt;19. I love Europe, all of it.&lt;br /&gt;20. I plan to settle in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;21. I am a walking contradiction sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;22. I like photography, capturing that special moment.&lt;br /&gt;23. I dream to have a bistro / restaurant when I retire.&lt;br /&gt;24. I plan to retire by 45.&lt;br /&gt;25. I should really be working toward that goal.&lt;br /&gt;26. I like colors and gemstones, my favorite being torquise.&lt;br /&gt;27. I have high expectations of people sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;28. I like to read but don't have a lot of time to finish all the books I bought.&lt;br /&gt;29. I like languages but am terrible in speaking a new language&lt;br /&gt;30. I am in dire need of new excitements in my life.&lt;br /&gt;31. I like the summer least.&lt;br /&gt;32. I am a pretty straight forward person.&lt;br /&gt;33. I am a movie addict and I can watch 3 movies in a row.&lt;br /&gt;34. I never let people see me cry.&lt;br /&gt;35. I am very good in talking and yes, I can be really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;36. I believe in doing good.&lt;br /&gt;37. I treasure all my friends - good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;38. I love advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;39. I went skiing and pratically fall down every 5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;40. I love the snow and the cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;41. I always give people the second chance.&lt;br /&gt;42. The first time it snowed, I told myself - 'today's a perfect day to die'&lt;br /&gt;43. I love spaghetti carbonara and the best one that I had was in Limone.&lt;br /&gt;44. Due to influences from my uncle, I do not like number 4.&lt;br /&gt;45. As a child, I would not move when I sleep, hoping no ghost would disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;46. I love classical music.&lt;br /&gt;47. I will die for love&lt;br /&gt;48. I always keep try to keep things to myself.&lt;br /&gt;49. I love watches&lt;br /&gt;50. I can cook very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115864994230928942?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115864994230928942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115864994230928942&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115864994230928942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115864994230928942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/09/50-things-you-might-not-want-to-know.html' title='50 things you might not want to know about me'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115805576885016053</id><published>2006-09-12T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:12:59.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last weekend, I went for a movie - 'Snake in the  plane'. I personally find it exciting and interesting but a friend of mine, said  that it is a waste of her money to watch that horrible, snake biting horror  movie. But, GY, --&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Hello, you were hiding your face  behind your paws for goodness sake" Sometimes, I love going to horror movies  with my galfriends, they are so funny.. and it's damn funny to see them react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Few days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My friend's birthday was a few days ago, so, I  brought him and his wife for a treat and present him with a PS2 gun which he has  been scouting around. Errr. He called me earlier to ask me how to fix the thing.  LOL Wanna kill people but dont know how to use the gun? So I might drop by  tonight to set it up for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I took yesterday off to settle a few things. First,  the signature for my checking account. Gosh, when they took out the sample for  my previous signature, I was shocked because it is so different as to what I am  signing now. Evolution I guess. A friend however told me that he has not changed  his signature since high school though. Went out with a friend for lunch, hmm it  was nice meeting up with him after reconnecting back with him lately. At a  personal note, I am intrigued. Gosh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I bought myself a silver bracelet yesterday at  distributor's price when I helped to pick up stuff for my uncle. Hmm Actually I  am already wearing another one which never leaves my wrist for the past 6 years.  Now I have two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Puffy is doing alright. Beside running around the  house as if he is the king of the jungle, he is the most adorable puppy you ever  come across. He is now newspaper trained for 'faite kaka' (french for poo poo),  he still pees around the house sometimes. I think he is going to be a french  shih-tzu since I am talking to him in french. Having him has been a pleasure and  yes I am trying to control my temper and be more patients day to day. I am doing  just fine. My dad and mum will call me up sometimes and ask how is he and they  will always say - Puffy is a little dog, be kind to him. Mum, I am.... just that  sometimes I am way too impatient but I am not an abuser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am teaching him - "Bonjour, toute le monde, Je  m'appelle Puffy, J'ai trois mois ans et mon ami est ca va pas la tete"  (Translated - Hello everyone, I am Puffy, I am three months old and my friend  (me) is crazy) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I really think I am crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: more pictures coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115805576885016053?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115805576885016053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115805576885016053&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115805576885016053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115805576885016053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/09/happenings.html' title='happenings'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115778421294147116</id><published>2006-09-10T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T11:14:19.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaire</title><content type='html'>Yesterday officially marked my 1 year my exodus back to KL from Europe. I still miss and love Europe as much as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this special occasion, I shall upload some pictures which was taken throughout last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Field of Poppy flowers at the junction to &lt;a href="www.mairiedefayence.com"&gt;Fayence&lt;/a&gt;, Var.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Rolling hills of Lavenders at Alpes des Haute Provence, Near to Lac du St. Croix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Entrance to &lt;a href="www.visitmonaco.com"&gt;Monte Carlo Casino, Monaco&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: A small ville which I had forgotten the name, on my way to &lt;a href="www.lourdes-france.com"&gt;Lourdes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f12.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f12.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: From the window of my hotel, Lourdes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Notre Dame de &lt;a href="www.lourdes-france.com"&gt;Lourdes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: &lt;a href="http://www.provenceweb.fr/e/alaupro/moustier/moustier.htm"&gt;Moustiers Sainte Marie, Alpes de Haute Provence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Haute Pyrenne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyrenees"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f8.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f8.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f8.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: The bell tower at the ville of &lt;a href="www.calian.com"&gt;Callian&lt;/a&gt;, Var&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f9.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f9.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f9.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: A field just across where I stayed at &lt;a href="www.calian.com"&gt;Callian&lt;/a&gt;, Vars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f13.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Christmas time, Rue d'antibes, Cannes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f19.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cannes-on-line.com/Anglais/uneuk.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f19.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f19.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Dawn over Mediterrenean Sea, view from the apartment, La Bocca, Cannes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cannes-on-line.com/Anglais/uneuk.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Reflection of &lt;a href="www.tour-eiffel.fr"&gt;Tour Eiffel&lt;/a&gt;, Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: &lt;a href="www.louvre.fr"&gt;Musée du Louvres&lt;/a&gt;, Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f18.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f18.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: &lt;a href="www.sacre-coeur-montmartre.com"&gt;Basilica du Sacre Coeur&lt;/a&gt;, Montmarte, Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: My first skiing trip, &lt;a href="www.limone.com"&gt;Limone&lt;/a&gt;, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Spring,  &lt;a href="www.nycvisit.com"&gt;New York City&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/f10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/f10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Dusk from the balcony, my hometown in Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More coming up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115778421294147116?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115778421294147116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115778421294147116&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115778421294147116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115778421294147116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/09/anniversaire.html' title='Anniversaire'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115648867182077640</id><published>2006-08-25T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:51:11.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Un-malaysian are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;Kennysia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congratulations Ca va pas la tete, you are 58% not Malaysian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That means you're as Malaysian as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kennysia.com/images/photos/20060824-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" height="300" width="279" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: large;"&gt;Guy Sebastian !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2006/08/how_unmalaysian.php"&gt;How Un-Malaysian Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115648867182077640?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115648867182077640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115648867182077640&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115648867182077640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115648867182077640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-un-malaysian-are-you.html' title='How Un-malaysian are you?'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115632933154476042</id><published>2006-08-23T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:09:31.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random blogging</title><content type='html'>These are some of the happening in my life the last few weeks or so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Building an online store for my company and I am doing all the updating and this involves a lot of work (getting the pictures, the info, the payment getway, the logo, etc etc). No joke ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Busy with the coming gadgets fair in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My new puppy. I am naming him Eiffel. (read - A-fe like the french) Sometimes I wanna &lt;strike&gt;slap&lt;/strike&gt; love him more because after I clean him up and just about to put him down, he pee again.  Of course, I know I know.. he is just a puppy and I should be loving tender care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My cousin is in town and he can be the most funny kid and also the most annoying kid too. When he wants to play, there is no stopping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Trying hard to close a deal for my company but I feel I am caught in between my bosses and the supplier. Both dont want to give way and I really feel like tell my boss 'Look, this is what they are offering, take it or leave it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boss: I have talked over the deal with my wife &lt;strike&gt;in the bed&lt;/strike&gt; last night.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *Grin* Ok, what is the verdict?&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Let them 'samkap' a little. Let them wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Ok. But boss, they are also having talks with some other interested parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boss: But, at the rate they are doing this, I think they just want to clear stock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boss: You just keep quiet for now. Wait till I come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Ok boss, if you say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boss: Alright, that's all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I was sick the last few days, not very serious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am dreaming about my europe. Reading some of the fellow bloggers blogging about the cold weather in Melbourne, or their wish to see snow... just make me depressed slightly thinking, "when will that day arrive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A parcel which I send to my friend in Spain has been returned to me. It was a birthday gift and now he dont have my present this year? I am sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Taiki, Happy birthday and I wish you as many happinees as the fireflies that light the night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Remember the cirpy manager that my friend wanted to introduce to me? Apparently he is attached now but when I said hi to him over yahoochat. He still have the guts to ask me when are we hooking up? "brother, no thanks.. I am not interested" Phew... some people are just so easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have two new colleagues in the office. One is the accountant and another the assistant accountant. It's funny to see the two new character. The assistant is very sporty and sporting and the way she dressed is like she is going to a party or a singing competition. Way too flambouyant. It's either very beady or shimerring gold or like going to the beach club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My friend asked me if I want to go to Bali for a luxury holiday. Errr I am slightly broke and also I need to save for the moving to the new house. I have not figured how do I want to decorate the place - Renaissance, balinese, or 'elegance in simplicity '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have so many photos which I have yet to put up to my blog.  heheh excuse-moi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Been reading some new blogs which I feel these writers are pretty interesting and I definitely am looking forward to chat with them online, sometimes and perhaps one day a meetup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. time to go home. I am heading to 1 U for a movie tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115632933154476042?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115632933154476042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115632933154476042&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115632933154476042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115632933154476042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/08/random-blogging.html' title='Random blogging'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115500625812449539</id><published>2006-08-08T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:04:18.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATR</title><content type='html'>I am back to work and KL. Bangkok was cool and really nice. Food was superb and people are charming. Yum yum. Didnt taste anyone though. Was too busy with the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received this through the mail. It's a good laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a flight to Singapore, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had always been occupied. The flight attendant noticed his predicament. Sir, she said "You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP, and a red one labeled ATR. Who would know if he touched them? He couldn't resist. He pushed WW. Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice feeling, he thought. Men's restrooms don't have nice things like this. Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flowers to this unbelievable pleasure. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure. When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy. Next thing he knew he was in a hospital as he opened his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nurse was staring down at him with a smile on her face. "What happened?" he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You pushed one too many buttons," replied the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The last button marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your balls are in the bucket under the bed"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115500625812449539?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115500625812449539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115500625812449539&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115500625812449539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115500625812449539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/08/atr.html' title='ATR'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115418032179846325</id><published>2006-07-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:40:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madly in love</title><content type='html'>I am deeply madly in love.. yes you read me correctly. I am in love with him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 6 weeks old and I have yet to christian him yet. He is now slowly getting to respond to voices now. So I got to find a name real soon. I am thinking eiffel. [read e-fie, like the french]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/25072006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/25072006.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/17072006%20%282%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/17072006%20%282%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: So cute, so cute...&lt;br /&gt;Moi: yes, cutie cute...&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Just like the owner...&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Sis: I mean his size, the fat face and also the small eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *slap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, after sending the picture to a friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: Wah... it he yours?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: yes, my new love....&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: So cute. Next time you come out, you got to bring him.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Sure sure...&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: I wanna hug him.... so cute...&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Make sure you treat the owner as good as you treat the puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Scotty: Bye....&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *slap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I really shouldn't be getting anything or anyone more cute than me from now on... Argh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go back to work now, it's 9.30 pm and I have yet to finish my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115418032179846325?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115418032179846325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115418032179846325&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115418032179846325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115418032179846325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/07/madly-in-love.html' title='Madly in love'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115373505877937830</id><published>2006-07-24T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:15:50.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew... Ma, I blogged today.</title><content type='html'>I have been extremely busy at work since I will be leaving for the fair end of the week. As I am typing this, I still have another 6 posters to prepare and I am lacking in ideas as to how I should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to zouk for an anniversay bash recently. Well, I feel the DJ has not been able to dj the music to my expectation. However, the two MC's are pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few interesting stuff worth blogging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Prize giving ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actors / Actresses : Moi, Cutie, and some other "Kalifei" (supporting co-star)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cutie is damn hot - tall, slim, well dressed with david beckham hairstyle. Sweet Japanese look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Walking up the stage with a big smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Thank you (ala the beauty queen victory walk)&lt;br /&gt;Cutie: Congratulations&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Thank you.. thank you&lt;br /&gt;Cutie: Where r you from?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: I am from XXX company.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: This is my name card, my phone number is written all over the card, see... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pointing at the card, flashing the bambi's eye flash)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cutie:*shocked*&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *Started to &lt;strike&gt;molest &lt;/strike&gt; shake his hands and then lean over and give him a kiss*&lt;br /&gt;Cutie: *Grab 'em and started to make out* under the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;Audience : *cheering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, that didnt happened, but the cutie was there. He is so my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Phone Puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to talk to a friend and just to spice up life, I decided to decode his phone number from a series of equations and mathematics he gave me. While I am very good in decoding but I am terrible in my maths and I doubt do it by tonight / I can call him yet. LOL shucks... This gonna take time. The posibility of me hiring my sister to do the equation would be 99.9%...  Darn. But, Mr Des, I gonna nail your number. hahah Eat this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy Busy Busy. 6 of my colleagues left or is leaving the organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss 1: You see, like I said all those bad one will leave eventually. They cannot stand the pressure, they cannot perform.&lt;br /&gt;Boss 2: Yes, yes I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *thinking to myself* err boss... maybe that is not the case. MOST probably they found some better offers. Yes, i dont even have to bet on it. It must be.&lt;br /&gt;Boss 1: Lucikly we found Ca va. He is our new asset. We must treat him nice nice!&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *mentally picturing myself banging on the wall*&lt;br /&gt;Boss 2: *smiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the thing which a boss should prepared of is staff leaving for greener pastures. No one will die for their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the followings during the weekend (DVDs):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Hills has eyes (crappy)&lt;br /&gt;2. An American Haunting (crappy and disturbing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to this DVD shop is SS2 and started to enquire if they have any foreign movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendor: Yes, yes.. there is this ma-me-re&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Ma-me-re?&lt;br /&gt;Vendor: Yes, it is french!&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Oh, show me, show me.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH Ma Mere (pronounced as Mer)&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Got already la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister: *reading an article in a magazine* bla bla bla bla bla bla Mont-mar-te&lt;br /&gt;Moi: laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;Sister: *flashed a killer beady look*&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Montmarte (pronounced as Mont-Mart)&lt;br /&gt;Sister: I dont know mar....&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *continue laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people.. I know I shouldn't laugh when I hear people reading french but I just cant stand it.... I am in no position better than you guy, so I blame it on my laughing stupid bud! If I do sound snobbish, I am not.. and I am definitely not making fun of you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Visiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine just had a minor surgery and I went to visit her. Hmm of course being very very buddy with her husband, this is the summary of our conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Hmm hehehehe (like always)&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: When are we having a mid autumn BBQ at the Japanese garden&lt;br /&gt;Moi: No yet la. Still under processing.&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: October cannot ar? Can do together with mooncake wor?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Yes, you will be the fat 'chang er'!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ami 2: You will be the fat bunny&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: *pointing at me* he is the full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing, we concluded we all need exercises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to go for a holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;2. Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;3. Bali&lt;br /&gt;4. Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;5. China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, harvey, I went to feast on that Tboxboy and he was wearing a cap and didnt looked as good as the other day lar. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115373505877937830?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115373505877937830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115373505877937830&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115373505877937830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115373505877937830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/07/phew-ma-i-blogged-today.html' title='Phew... Ma, I blogged today.'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115319192612621550</id><published>2006-07-18T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:01:15.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tell you so</title><content type='html'>How do you actually define if you are closed minded or open minded? A lot of us professed we are open minded but dont you think that in that open mindedness, you are actually closed minded because you actually put a boundary to your open mindedness. What am I mumbling about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same things applies to sensitivity of a person, etc, etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the conversation&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: Oh, you are so sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Oh... am I now?&lt;br /&gt;Ami: Yes you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ami: Are you angry with my comments?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Oh no... but I am dissapointed.....&lt;br /&gt;Ami: Ok.... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during the chat, he keeps using, &lt;em&gt;I am not the one who is sensitive, I am not the one who is angry... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up.. I totally give up on talking to plu sometimes... They just drive you up the wall.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: There is no open minded people in this world. We live in a world of limitations including our mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115319192612621550?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115319192612621550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115319192612621550&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115319192612621550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115319192612621550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-tell-you-so.html' title='I tell you so'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115312752264520394</id><published>2006-07-17T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:12:02.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what have you been up to?</title><content type='html'>How have you been spending your weekend, my friend? Yup, that's the first question that was popped to me by my online friend when I signed in to work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have been lazying around at home.&lt;br /&gt;2. I only have 1 day to  rest for a whole week of work and last weekend I had a meeting on Sunday morning. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh Half day gone.&lt;br /&gt;3. I met with Harvey of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is this blog&lt;/span&gt;'s fame&lt;br /&gt;4. I went to church to pray for the sins I commited last week. LOL&lt;br /&gt;5. I was eyeing at the hunk that Harvey mentioned to me. So, my goal for now is to get his name. For now, I shall code name him - TBoxboy!&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to dinner with my friends on Saturday's night.&lt;br /&gt;7. I swim on saturday and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have finished a bit part of my work, I am much more relaxed at work. I even went out with a friend for lunch at Ikea just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: hey... I am here already.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Alrighto, I will be down right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: *jaws dropped*&lt;br /&gt;Moi: hey, long time no see... how long has it been?&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: How is life?&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: Like that lor&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Ok. Let's go Ikea for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: I cant believe this is you. You put on so much weight, you are so fat now! And you dont take care of yourself la, you dont shave, your fashion sense is out, and your grooming....&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *silent* Holding back the tears* I know... I know.. I need to exercise... I am now day in day out stucked to my office chair.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: No wonder you have no bf la.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Yeah, nobody wants me...&lt;br /&gt;Jeff: No offences...&lt;br /&gt;Moi: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is right, I really need to get back in shape. That';s my mid year resolution.  Gambeta!!! and I seriously need to get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115312752264520394?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115312752264520394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115312752264520394&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115312752264520394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115312752264520394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-have-you-been-up-to.html' title='what have you been up to?'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115276497971384352</id><published>2006-07-13T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:33:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy....</title><content type='html'>I have been extremely busy at work, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my workacholic friend told me "I am even more busy",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My working friends were telling me, "It's normal la",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nothing-better-to-do were telling me, "It's better to have something to do",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rich friends were telling me "when are changing job?",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the mother-of-all-phrase should be from my boss, "Are you free?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.... I have so many datelines to catch up and so many other things to prepare for the coming events. I probably will be heading to the land of 'Sawadee Kap', end of the month for a trade fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115276497971384352?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115276497971384352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115276497971384352&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115276497971384352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115276497971384352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy....'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115198158282809787</id><published>2006-07-04T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:40:49.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone else is telling me otherwise</title><content type='html'>It has been days since I last blogged. As you can see, there's not a lot of happenings in my life. So, of course, the highlight recently was a friend trying to introduce someone to me. That's not the end of the story though. I am also playing matchmade for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to this so called potential. He is 31 - 180 -75.  In a managerial position and I did talk to him for a while on the phone - he sounded chirpy, like a bird. In fact, the first few sms from him, my friend said that it's so sexphone-like. LOL Of course, I played along. Hmmm There's no one I cannot handle now. I have been through so much, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just so wrong if I am seriously not looking for someone, nor am I looking for fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone else is telling me otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115198158282809787?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115198158282809787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115198158282809787&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115198158282809787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115198158282809787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/07/everyone-else-is-telling-me-otherwise.html' title='Everyone else is telling me otherwise'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115113266395773087</id><published>2006-06-24T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T15:15:49.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Poppy flowers taken outside LA's Disney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the current cooling weather in KL, this is all I can say or singgggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birds flying high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breeze driftin' o by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I am feeling good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fish in the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;River running free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blossom on a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleep in peace when day is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this old world is a new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a bold world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stars when you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scent of the pine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh freedom is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm feeling good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because today's the beginning of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115113266395773087?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115113266395773087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115113266395773087&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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We did it again</title><content type='html'>KL ranked no 3 in a survey done by reader digest on the 'rudeness' of its people (out of 35 cities).  Hey people, we are rude and proud of it man....... hahah I am amused and at the same time, I am not surprised at by the outcome.  I think, we really need to do something about this. It's really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the news &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/nst/Thursday/National/20060622085643/Article/index_html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many years ago @ the cinema&lt;/span&gt;. (with some friends)&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Fours tickets, please.&lt;br /&gt;Customer Rep: Where you want to sit?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: here... yes these four.&lt;br /&gt;Customer Rep: empat puluh.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Thank you, Aminah *Looking at her name tag*&lt;br /&gt;Customer Rep: *looking back, shoot me a killer look* Thank you for what?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *laughing and walking away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is just not used to the courtesy we have shown her. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes back @ TGV cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lining up to get my tickets and suddenly I noticed a lady standing in front after I looked away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Hello.. I am in the line.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm: Or are you?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: yes....&lt;br /&gt;Mdm: Dont get upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? how can some cut your line and still has the gut to ask you not to get upset? arghhhh KL people!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday @ KFC, KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one couple. The gal was buying food for the guy. The Ah Beng was happily googling at girls passing by him. When the girlfriend returned to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal: Why you never helped me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Gal: Why you never helped me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You angry ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gal slammed down the tray and pushed the table behind her and it's was such a sight to behold. I was amused, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the many tales about how when someone was robbed and there is no one to help you, not even your neighbours for the fear that they might get into trouble too. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115105948317330350?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115105948317330350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115105948317330350&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115105948317330350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115105948317330350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/06/opsss-we-did-it-again.html' title='Opsss.... We did it again'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-115069243492292327</id><published>2006-06-19T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:40:24.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of the year again. ;</title><content type='html'>I admit that age is catching up with me and thus, the desire of blogging which once upon a time was burning zealously, is diminishing. Sigh... I remember I can blog so many times in a day. Of course, at that time I was working for a 'going to defunct' company now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pretty busy with the constant reordering of goods and because we do not import in bulk all the time. Still trying to contact all the supplier which I have met in the states and the preparation of coming fairs around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, sometimes I just have to fight with my colleague for simple things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Mdm, can you please give me a list of promotional items? I really need it by next week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mdm: *Silent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Hello....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mdm: I have so many things to do..... and boss will say I forgot to do this and that again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: *thinking* what the fuck!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging about this, I am still feeling the bitterness of such comments made by her and the inefficiency.  After the comments, I saw her walking around the office, looking into this and that and poking her nose into everything else but her own work. She is in charge of payroll and has everyone been getting their payslip? Take a guess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*two months back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mdm: Hey, we are changing our system, so i wont prepare the payslip for you all ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Errr what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mdm: It's very troublesome to prepare them la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Errr of course..... you cant do that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mdm:......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just asked her recently for my payslip since I need them to process some documents........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social wise, well, it has been just alright. I connect with a few bloggers and has been chatting with them. Yeah that's cool. I havent been actively going out with friends. I have been just way too lazy.  Sometimes... you know.. you work from 10 till 6.30 pm 6 days a week and upon completing one full day at work, you just want to scum at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reposting something which I wrote for someone 5 years ago. :) I miss you and have not heard from you for a long time. I guess work has been really really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember the bleakness and looking for my watch to tell time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I  remember the firmness of the bed I was on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember my reflection in  the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember walking down and passing back the keys to the  hostel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember walking out of the building, down the stairs and  seeing your sleepy eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember having to walk in front of you and  feeling I will fall flat on the ground should someone push me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember  the early morning city buzz while waiting for the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember all my  loose change clinging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember looking out over the Tsing Ma bridge,  the busy ports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember you closing your eyes in the bus - obvious  symptoms of waking up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember reaching the airport and looking  for the check-in terminals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember I don’t really care about my  surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember sitting around the airport and making small  talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember losing my contacts lens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember having to  smile for the photos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember waiting for my ‘last call’ and walking  to the departure gate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I remember the big hug I gave you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and  thinking when will I ever see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will always remember,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are so special to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-115069243492292327?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/115069243492292327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=115069243492292327&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115069243492292327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/115069243492292327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/06/middle-of-year-again.html' title='Middle of the year again. ;'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114975614952240366</id><published>2006-06-08T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:47:32.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris, Je t'aime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/Paris_je_T%27aime_poster.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/Paris_je_T%27aime_poster.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film showing at the Cannes Film Festival 2006.- Paris, Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just love the name of it? I do. Someone asked me why I love Europe and France so much and this is all I can say - 'Foule sentimentale' (Sentimental Crowd).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foule Sentimentale&lt;/span&gt;  by Alain Souchon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh la la la vie en rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Le rose qu'on nous propose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D'avoir les quantités  d'choses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qui donnent envie d'autre chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aïe, on nous fait croire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que  le bonheur c'est d'avoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De l'avoir plein nos armoires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dérisions de nous  dérisoires car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foule sentimentale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a soif d'idéal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attirée par les  étoiles, les voiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que des choses pas commerciales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foule  sentimentale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il faut voir comme on nous parle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comme on nous  parle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il se dégage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De ces cartons d'emballage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Des gens lavés, hors  d'usage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Et tristes et sans aucun avantage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On nous inflige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Des désirs  qui nous affligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On nous prend faut pas déconner dès qu'on est né&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pour  des cons alors qu'on est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foules sentimentales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avec soif  d'idéal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attirées par les étoiles, les voiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que des choses pas  commerciales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foule sentimentale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il faut voir comme on nous parle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comme  on nous parle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On nous Claudia Schieffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On nous Paul-Loup  Sulitzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh le mal qu'on peut nous faire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Et qui ravagea la moukère&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Du  ciel dévale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un désir qui nous emballe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pour demain nos enfants pâles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un  mieux, un rêve, un cheval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foule sentimentale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a soif  d'idéal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attirée par les étoiles, les voiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que des choses pas  commerciales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foule sentimentale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il faut voir comme on nous parle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comme on nous parle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114975614952240366?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114975614952240366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114975614952240366&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114975614952240366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114975614952240366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/06/paris-je-taime_08.html' title='Paris, Je t&apos;aime'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114956459853510047</id><published>2006-06-06T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:54:49.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off day</title><content type='html'>Since my office does not observe all public holidays, I was very very glad that we have had last saturday off. In fact , due to not having a full saturday to myself for a long time, I sort of feeling lost - 2 dayssssss all to myself? What a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to I-Utama to catch a french flim. That's the fourth movie in a week - starting with Da Vinci Code, Poisedon, X Men III, &lt;span style=""&gt;Joyeux Noël&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/JNEO.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/JNEO.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who loved classical music, dont miss this show - there are a few scenes where you'll get to hear superb performance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is in moments like this, I feel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. even more stronger, my desire to go back to Europe. In fact, the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relative: When are you coming back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: A bit later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relative: So you just want to come back for fun la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: No lar. I am still learning about businesses here in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*quickly diverting topic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Oh... Is Bebe coming back for his holiday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relative: Oh I dont know.. I sort of forgotten that his passport expired so we need to renew his passport in London first and the airticket is gonna be a bomb la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Ok.. I will talk to you guys again later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. that I am thinking seriously about my future. While I am so sure what I want to build, what I want to do in life... I cannot deny there are times I wanna have a shortcut, easy way out... The times when I see some of my friends achieving so much in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. that I feel the need to stand up and tell people around me that the da vinci code is of no threat to the church that was tested through time. Religion with all its flaws is about hope. Hope for the better. I remember the times I read about the code and I was thinking to myself, 'what if all these were true?' I think the hooha is for people who do not think what they read. yes I agree that media can be a very powerful tool but the controversies surrounding da vinci are pretty baseless and fictional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aunty: Oh did you know about the movie where magdelene gave birth to jesus's child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: yeah... da vinci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mum: we saw the movie the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aunty: What? you guys went to see the movie? The devil's work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mum: Cannot see mer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aunty: Cannot.... satanic lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: *giggling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: aunty is a very kind lady and pious, so she is being excused.... and I need to tell her the truth too about how silly is the myth of davinci)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, Work has been pretty alright. Sometimes it's really stressful but I think I have handled them ok. Hmmmm I have been even more stressful situations, just that I hate dealing which situation that comprimises my performances. ;) yeah, I am a prick that is performanced focused. Maybe that is why some of my colleagues are having a hard time trying to catch up with me. opppsss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114956459853510047?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114956459853510047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114956459853510047&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114956459853510047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114956459853510047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/06/off-day.html' title='off day'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114904558617112701</id><published>2006-05-31T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:37:39.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell with flickr</title><content type='html'>All thanks to &lt;a href="http://up-to-me.blogspot.com"&gt;Ooby&lt;/a&gt; I now have my name spelled with "&lt;a href="http://metaatem.net/words"&gt;Spell with flickr&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="fs_1" title="'" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/47065512"&gt;&lt;img title="C" alt="C" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/47065512_dc5699764f_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="fs_2" title="A" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/103985940"&gt;&lt;img alt="A" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/103985940_6cf5ebaeab_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="fs_4" title="'" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/92502592"&gt;&lt;img title="V" alt="V" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/92502592_a9f56c5bdc_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="fs_5" title="A" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/104230578"&gt;&lt;img alt="A" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/104230578_3042a45e8e_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a id="fs_7" title="'" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/104105947"&gt;&lt;img title="P" alt="P" src="http://static.flickr.com/43/104105947_e4a3f62c43_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a id="fs_15" title="E" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/134785348"&gt;&lt;img alt="E" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/134785348_23af1db7e2_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="fs_16" title="'" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/135810641"&gt;&lt;img title="T" alt="T" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/135810641_73a311b83a_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a id="fs_17" title="'" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49968232@N00/96813356"&gt;&lt;img title="E" alt="E" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/96813356_81a3c5c40a_s.jpg" 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/16997541-114904558617112701?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114904558617112701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114904558617112701&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114904558617112701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114904558617112701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/05/spell-with-flickr.html' title='Spell with flickr'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114889771567415374</id><published>2006-05-29T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:19:05.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Grand Voyage</title><content type='html'>I went to see this movie - &lt;strong&gt;Le Grand Voyage &lt;/strong&gt;(french and arab) and I love it. Well, that is if you like art house movie. I wont spoilt the suspences and will just advise you to go catch the movie when you can. Undeniable, the main actor is pretty cute. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/70l0k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/70l0k2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actor : Nicolas Cazale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/ehhrwg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/ehhrwg.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been getting on pretty alright. Did had some hipcup over work last saturday but I think I can solve it alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social wise, haven't been mixing too much with a wide circle of friends. In fact, the other day I was walking home from work and I just thought I would call some friends for some casual chats and as I flip through my phone list - hey... there's isnt much people to call too. How pathetic.... Yeah, it's time to widen the social circle again.... But I am just not interested in keying in any phone number at its' first opportunity. I like to have friends whom I can share my heart out. Good friends are hard to find, even harder to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am on my grand voyage too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114889771567415374?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114889771567415374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114889771567415374&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114889771567415374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114889771567415374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/05/le-grand-voyage.html' title='Le Grand Voyage'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114837525082093696</id><published>2006-05-23T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:10:10.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De code</title><content type='html'>I went to watch da vinci code on sunday and I am somewhat dissapointed with the movie. I think the book is so much more better than the movie. There's just space for your little extra imagination and I think the movie left out a number important part of the book. (like phi, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many controversies about the movie that I think it's really a good read for those wanting to find the truth. ;) Like we all know - the truth is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are what I love the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Audrey Tautou. (have you seen Amelie de Montmartre?)&lt;br /&gt;2. French Language&lt;br /&gt;3. Paul Bettany&lt;br /&gt;3. Paris and the Lourve&lt;br /&gt;4. Cold September / October winds&lt;br /&gt;5. Churches&lt;br /&gt;6. Cryptex&lt;br /&gt;7. The sceneries of Scotland&lt;br /&gt;8. Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;9. Puzzles and Codes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of late, things are pretty tense in the office. Argh.... I need a break. My friend actually asked me to go for The Great Singapore Sales but I doubt I can do so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The school holiday is coming and it's peak season for us&lt;br /&gt;2. I just got back from LA&lt;br /&gt;3. I am broke from my shopping spree in LA&lt;br /&gt;4. I am saving for the furnishing of my new place.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am saving for my Euro trip&lt;br /&gt;6. I am saving money and my leaves for french friends coming to SEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heading back to work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114837525082093696?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114837525082093696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114837525082093696&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114837525082093696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114837525082093696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/05/de-code.html' title='De code'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114802714838618283</id><published>2006-05-19T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:25:48.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghhhhh bl**dy.....</title><content type='html'>Argh..... @$@!^*$&amp;^!@# sometimes bitches in the office is the hardest part of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi (aloud): Is it confirmed that we gonna order for 2000 pieces?&lt;br /&gt;Boss: yes... yes.. do it now. We need to get people to send the forms to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Ok... I think...&lt;br /&gt;Colleague 1: Oh want to wire money, I will fill up the form....&lt;br /&gt;Moi (thinking): .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I proceed to continue doing all my paper work and emailing and calling my supplier and somehow she just make my life difficult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Are you going to do a P/O for me? (to colleague 1)&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: Oh... you got to do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: I have no access to the system though.&lt;br /&gt;Colleague: You just do simple one using excel!&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Ok.. no pro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I was rushing to finish everything before lunch hour... so that she could get the things ready for the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking back into the office, I noticed that the forms still not filled up and she was doing everything but my form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Have you done it?&lt;br /&gt;Colleague 1: Oh not yet...&lt;br /&gt;Moi (to my boss): Are we rushing for the TT today?&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Yes yes.. better do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleague 1: Oh... ca va, can you help me do something. You fill up this form... and then you call this number and ...... Here is a sample ok?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Ok.. ok... (cursing away.... bloody hell) You might as well just pass it all to me this morning and would have finished with it already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.... you keep hogging all the work and in the last minute....  others has to suffer and stress out in the last minute.... SO NECCESSARY........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, everything is done now... and I have a meeting to to attend to again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114802714838618283?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114802714838618283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114802714838618283&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114802714838618283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114802714838618283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/05/arghhhhh-bldy.html' title='arghhhhh bl**dy.....'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114785621827908078</id><published>2006-05-17T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T16:56:58.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arghhhhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>I screwed up my blog.. argh... i need to redo everything now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114785621827908078?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114785621827908078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114785621827908078&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114785621827908078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114785621827908078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/05/arghhhhhhhhh.html' title='arghhhhhhhhh'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114784354052710920</id><published>2006-05-17T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T16:42:15.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live from LA.</title><content type='html'>Not really live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in KL last Sunday and guess what, for the first time in my life, I lost a day! I took my flight on Friday night and reached here, Sunday afternoon.  Well, normally, I travel through Europe. A word of caution for travellers from US. Do get to the airport 4 hours before time. We spent more than 2 hours checking in - there are just queues, queues, queues to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I managed to meet up with my friend, the one I blogged about earlier. It went on very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*on the phone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Hey Jenny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami 1: Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: XXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami : You are in LA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Huh??? How do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: I just know *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Hey I am staying in Anaheim now and I gonna move to town tomorrow... Do you guys wanna meet up for a drink sometimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: Sure... where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: I will let you know once I got to town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met up with them and yeah everything went pretty cool. I guess I was thinking too much earlier. We talked and had coffee and  somehowI feel that she could have got herself someone nicer... Just my stupid sixth sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In term of business, everything went on well. The fair was cool and tiring, the meetings with our suppliers and clients seemed to be most enlightening as well.  I did went aound visiting  California - Disneyland, Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Thail town, Chinatown, downtown.. bla bla bla. Will post up some pictures later. Did I tell you I saw the gates leading to Tom Cruise's house? Oh madonna as well.  Did some shopping spree too... and got mum a mother's day present from the states!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. just some short updates. Busy connecting to ppl across timezone for work now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Yes, California is infected with hunks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114784354052710920?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114784354052710920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114784354052710920&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114784354052710920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114784354052710920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/05/live-from-la.html' title='Live from LA.'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114682329351839132</id><published>2006-05-05T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T18:09:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a mission</title><content type='html'>Something which I kinda regret that happened between me and a form 5 classmate, a couple of years back.  I am going to amend it this time when I am in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi:  It's good to reconnect with you. It has been sometimes. How's life in LA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: ... Not so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Oh what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: I intended to move out of my uncle's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: I see. Must be pretty hard... What's stopping you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: Well, a lot of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Cool. Well, update me on your life there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: Well, I met a guy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Tell me.. tell me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: He is working in a drink shop. ABC. He is kinda my supervisor..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Is he like cute????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: Cute? (she doesnt know of my orientation then, which I did told her later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: tell me tell me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: He is ok... but I am not sure of what's his feeling for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: I say we find out.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: Oh... how? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: *conjouring up some plans*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: How did it went?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: Ok... well one step at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: I seriously do think you can ask him out too. And you are a beautiful girl to begin with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: Ok. How's life with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: I am fine and good. Busy though. hey I can't talk now... later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: hey hey.. how is it going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: *bla bla bla*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: I am busy. Can we talk later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: ok... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: I am still busy la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that happened for a while... and we lost touch over the net. I think she is dissapointed with me. A year later, I heard from my other friends she married the guy whom we talked about earlier. I just got her contact numbers from a friend of mine and I gonna do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAN A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: Hey Jen... It's Me.... Ca Va. I am in LA. I just arrived this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: Oh *speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: You wanna meet up tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall go and tell her I am really sorry that I didnt have time for her then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, perhaps the following might happened too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi: hello... Jen. Hey... it's me. I am in LA now. *ta-tarrrrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ami: *phone clicking*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I will do what it takes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114682329351839132?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114682329351839132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114682329351839132&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114682329351839132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114682329351839132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-mission.html' title='On a mission'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114673136563832473</id><published>2006-05-04T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:17:16.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A re-post</title><content type='html'>Reposting the following: -&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;IF I WERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a month, I would be: March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a day of the week, I would be: Friday (Tomorrow will be Saturday. Yuppie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a time of day, I would be: 6.30 pm (time to go home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a planet, I would be: Earth (Heaven is a place on earth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sea animal, I would be: Squid (Blur like 'sotong'!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a direction, I would be: North (where the wise wind resides)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: Comfy sofa (hmm just my fetish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a liquer, I would be: Martini (Stirred, not shaken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a stone, I would be: Lapis Lazuli (It's blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tree, I would be: Pine tree (Dont you just love their smell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a bird, I would be: A Cock (hahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tool, I would be: heheheeeee next question please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a flower/plant, I would be: Cacti (Hard outside, soft inside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a kind of weather, I would be: Fall (It's gold, mum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a mythical creature, I would be: Centaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I would be: Cello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were an animal, I would be: Tiger (I promise I won't bite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a color, I would be: Sky blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were an emotion, I would be: Lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sound, I would be: Windchimes on a hot sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a element, I would be: H2O (You need me every hour)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a car, I would be: X5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a song, I would be: Heaven's Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a movie, I would be directed by: Pedro Almodovar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a book, I would be written by: Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a food, I would be: Dimsum (Anyone for a nice siew kau?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a place, I would be: Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a material, I would be: a boyfriend material..... (hahahaha nice?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a taste, I would be: Spicy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a scent, I would be: After the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a word, I would be: Zut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were an object, I would be: Affections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a body part I would be: What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a facial expression I would be: Blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a subject in school I would be: Literature (Be still, my beating heart!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a cartoon character I would be: Oui Oui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a shape I would be: Round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a number I would be: &lt;strike&gt;69&lt;/strike&gt; 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NEST QUESTION, PLEASE.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;A small corner in a small room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;What is on the computer screen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t use one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?&lt;br /&gt;Go-moko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?&lt;br /&gt;I read any magazine I can get hold of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Apple, DKNY perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVOURITE SOUND?&lt;br /&gt;Whistling of the wind on tree tops, rain and thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WORST FEELING?&lt;br /&gt;When you have to answer a call of nature and the loo is nowhere to be found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP?&lt;br /&gt;Am I awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. FAVOURITE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. NAME OF FUTURE CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;Kikilala (haha, Just kidding) Never thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. MOST IMPORTANT THING(s) IN LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Faith in God, Family’s Safety, Friends, Good health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. FAVOURITE FOODS?&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti, Cheese and Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Are we going at 160 yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, unless they bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. STORMS – COOL OR SCARY?&lt;br /&gt;Way cool, the grandeur of nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?&lt;br /&gt;A double decker London Bus toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHERE IS YOUR FAVOURITE VACATION PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;Pyrénée&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON NOW, WHO WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Taiki (hehe, this should be an ego booast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVOURITE ALCHOHOLIC DRINK&lt;br /&gt;Bailey Irish Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN?&lt;br /&gt;Pieces/Aries, Wood Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am Broccoli-mania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Creatologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. PEPSI OR COKE?&lt;br /&gt;Coca Cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?&lt;br /&gt;Glass, where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. FAVOURITE MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;Nuovo Cinema Paradiso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT IS UNDER YOU BED?&lt;br /&gt;Dont have a bed now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;Tennis, badminton, gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS CURRENTLY IN YOUR CD PLAYER?&lt;br /&gt;I am using an ipod and currently I am listening to Joe le taxi by Vanessa Paradis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. NAME ONE THING THAT YOU DID THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER DO&lt;br /&gt;This?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. WHAT IS THE NICEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU THIS WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;Getting a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. NAME THE ONE THING THAT YOU LOVE DOING BUT DON’T HAVE THE GUTS TO DO&lt;br /&gt;Bungy Jumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. IF YOU WERE TO HAVE ONE MAGICAL POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE AND WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Ability to be invisible. Oh you should know why!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. NAME ONE PERSON YOU WOULD LIKE TO SPEND YOUR LAST DAY WITH?&lt;br /&gt;I think that’s dreadful to think of ~ the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. DO YOU BELIEVE IN DESTINY?&lt;br /&gt;Yes but in a broader sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT DO YOU DO WHILE TAKING A DUMP?&lt;br /&gt;I read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. WHO IS MY IDOL?&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that lives the way they dreamt of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. REASONS WHY YOU ARE LATE FOR WORK?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t need a reason to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. OUR LIVES ARE SHAPED BY PEOPLE WHO LOVES US AND WHO DOESN’T LOVE US… YOU BELIEVE THIS?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but I wouldn’t give a damn about those who don’t give a damn about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114673136563832473?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114673136563832473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114673136563832473&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114673136563832473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114673136563832473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/05/re-post.html' title='A re-post'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114628575813171265</id><published>2006-04-29T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:42:38.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10725;0/st/20060508/e/L.A./k/213b/event.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, 9 days to go for LA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called into the director's room and he informed me that he just bombarded my colleague. Errr dont tell me. It kinda makes me feeling pretty bad because if this keeps going on, I think I will be the marked black sheep!!!!! I dont want to create uneasiness in the workplace. Arghhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also currently a lot of changes in everyone's job specifications. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One sales person has been asked to indoor sales.&lt;br /&gt;2. My colleagues has been asked to improve her skills else some of her work will be passed to me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Purchasing has been added to my job spec. errr I am not too thrill about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as to Etienne, I haven't seen him for a long time because I have been way too absorded with work I have no time to go swimming. However, I spotted 2 more cuties in my condo! hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114628575813171265?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114628575813171265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114628575813171265&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114628575813171265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114628575813171265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/04/los-angeles.html' title='Los Angeles'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114593729206033961</id><published>2006-04-25T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:54:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A</title><content type='html'>Ami 1: So are you excited?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Excited?&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: L.A la.... what else is more exciting than LA in your life now?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: oh... I am so so.. yes and no. I think I will be more excited if I am going to Europe.  *grin*&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: You.. you... you...&lt;br /&gt;Moi: What, you know my obsession with Europe!&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: Hey, just remember.. this is a free trip ok?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: ok ok... hahahahah You are right.&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: I am really excited about you going to L.A?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: LVC.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: Levi's Vintage Clothing....&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Oh my god..... hhahahaha Ok.. what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: *sending url over*&lt;br /&gt;Moi: I got it.&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friends leaving for Australia on the same day as I am going to LA. So we gonna car pool. Kind cool. I am going north, he and his hubby going south! My brother is also really excited that I am going to LA since I can do shopping for him. *roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114593729206033961?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114593729206033961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114593729206033961&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114593729206033961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114593729206033961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/04/la.html' title='L.A'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114567801298435037</id><published>2006-04-22T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:53:33.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of late...</title><content type='html'>Due to the many happenings at work, I have been extremely busy the past 2 weeks: (thus, social life is taking a dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exhibitioning at the Pikom&lt;br /&gt;2. Stock Reconciliation after the fair.&lt;br /&gt;3. New Business Development Plan and contacting a few new suppliers&lt;br /&gt;4. Booking a house and looking for a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;5. Looking for a new phone (yeah I lost mine on my way back after setting up the exhibition booth) Does anyone know if V3i is of any good? or any good phone to recommend?&lt;br /&gt;6. Checking on the travelling plans to LA and also contacting the suppliers on meetings and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;7. Of course, last but not least, mentally designing the new house. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am happy with all the buzz.... at least time passes by really fast.  Did visit some daily picture blog on Paris and man, dont they just bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/DSCN1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/DSCN1137.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture taken during the waiting for the van to bring back the stock to the office after the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to really catch up on my movies. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114567801298435037?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114567801298435037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114567801298435037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114567801298435037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114567801298435037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-late.html' title='of late...'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114464650995150090</id><published>2006-04-10T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:55:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Stories - You have been warned....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghost Story #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I lived in a deserted kampong deep in the jungle. Every night, my mother would ask me not to go home too late as there won't be any transportation after a certain time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, before going home, I ta pao a kueh teow soup for supper. I was late and I waited for the taxi/bus but there was none. I was getting worried as the night was getting darker and darker.  So I tried to flag down private vehicles to take me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no one stopping for me, till one motorcyclist took compensation on me and stopped to give me a lift. He was a man with a kind face. I accepted his offer and got onto his motorbike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we would pass by a temple. At night, the temple would look eerily spooky with the dim lights from the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, the motorcyclist was warm and friendly. When the temple was approaching, the motorcyclist eyes grown bigger and bigger. His kind face turned to a face of anger. He was muttering something loud but was not audible to me. I was so scared that I closed my eyes in order not to see his angry face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the motorcylist stopped in front of the temple and then yelled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your kueh teow soup is so hot!! It is burning my thigh! Can you please move it away???"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghost Story #2&lt;/p&gt;When I was a kid, I have two friends who were very close to each other. They played with each other everyday. It was like, if you see A, you would see B next to him. They were always together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loved fried eggs. Whenever he went out for lunch or dinner, without fail, he would ask for fried egg on top of his noodles, fried rice, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, A involved in an accident and died. B was devastated. B went to the cemetery to pray everyday. He would go to the nearest restaurant and ta pao a box of fried rice with an egg on top to be offered to A when he went to pray to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he opened the box and there was no egg inside! B was petrified. He thought, must be A who came and took the fried egg away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing happened the next day and the day after that. B was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, one day, he asked the chef to make the same fried rice with a fried egg again. Then, he went to the cemetery to offer it to A. Curious, he opened the box to check for the egg. He was angry to find that, there was no fried egg in the box after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that he had been cheated, he went back to the restaurant and demanded to see the Chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Where is the fried egg?? I told you there must be a fried egg inside!! You have cheated me for a few days now! Gimme back my money!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Chef got really angry and opened the box - the fried egg was inside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chef said, "Stupid! You open the box upside down. No wonder you cannot see the egg!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ghost Story #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Few year back, I went to town to work with a group of friends during our summer holidays of two months. Being young and away from home for the first time, we drank and smoke like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, we were pissed drunk and flagged the last bus down to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being tired, we slept in the bus. It had been awhile that I fell asleep. I was awake by the chilly wind. I was shocked to find that there was no one in the bus, and I was the last passenger.  I looked in front to check out for the driver. But the driver was no where in sight. Yet, the bus was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked shitless. I rubbed my eyes to make sure that I was not dreaming. The night was dark and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hysterically jumped out from the bus and tried to run as hard as I could to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard someone yelled at me from behind the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Don't run away! Come over here and help to push the bus!" yelled the bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my other friends helping to push the bus, which broke down while I was asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114464650995150090?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114464650995150090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114464650995150090&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114464650995150090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114464650995150090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/04/ghost-stories-you-have-been-warned.html' title='Ghost Stories - You have been warned....'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114448441781661048</id><published>2006-04-08T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:36:25.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to be happy about:</title><content type='html'>1. Went back to my parents for 3 days break cum ching ming (where the chinese pays their respect to their ancestors). It was good good good... I basically just stayed at home and had home cooked food. Lots of prawns - white prawns, freshwater prawns, softshell tiger prawns... yum yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Came back to office and the computer is still working. Well, my boss' 10 years old darling who will storm into the office once in a while and demand a computer for her online esprit fashion search cum her barbie and her msn chatting pleasure didnt managed to do any damage to my computer yet. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chatted with my friend in Spain for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My cousin brother is coming back for holiday. Oh yeah.. we gonna have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Heard from my uncle that a friend of mine got his PR in France. Yeah, hope.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Downloaded some songs which I have meant to put into my ipod. Yuppie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114448441781661048?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114448441781661048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114448441781661048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114448441781661048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114448441781661048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-to-be-happy-about.html' title='Things to be happy about:'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114379007981408972</id><published>2006-03-31T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:27:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really dont know what to say about the head of a enterprise. My beloved boss decided to make some adjustments to our contract:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Employees will not be allowed to be in the same industry for 2 years after you resign. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;    (Sigh... as if!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Staff are not allowed to use the company phone for private matters.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;(As if we have the privacy to do so)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Staff are not encouraged to be romantically involved with each other!!!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;(Oh my good lord, the female staff here can be my aunts. Furthermore I am really really not interested)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. the list will go on............................... and on.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard about the situation where some of the staff who came back late after lunch. He literally told these people that they were sucking his blood until it's all dry... even if it is just one minute!!!  (Jaw dropped!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something we we had been sharing among ourselves has been make known to the boss. Hmm there must be a insider in the group!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114379007981408972?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114379007981408972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114379007981408972&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114379007981408972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114379007981408972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/shocking.html' title='Shocking'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114368878405204419</id><published>2006-03-30T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:19:44.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charged!</title><content type='html'>I saw him again today on my way to work and  wow wow wow... Seeing Etienne just make my day today. I am so charged!!!!!! ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys are waiting for his picture. I would love to have his picture too but but but...  I just cant find a way to snap his  &lt;strike&gt;shorts&lt;/strike&gt;  shots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile.... I am getting all ready to go to LA.  Any suggestions what to do there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114368878405204419?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114368878405204419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114368878405204419&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114368878405204419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114368878405204419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/charged.html' title='Charged!'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114362132715169006</id><published>2006-03-29T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:35:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed</title><content type='html'>I am confirmed going to Los Angeles.  Yes, coming soon, this spring to LA --- me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from &lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ipa/A0108549.html"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;, you get a bit of history for LA ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Spanish explorer Gaspar de Portolá visited the site in 1769. On Sept. 4, 1781, the Mexican provincial governor, Filipe de Neve, founded “El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de Los Angeles,” meaning “&lt;em&gt;The Village of Our Lady, the Queen of the Angels&lt;/em&gt;.” The pueblo became the capital of the Mexican province, Alta California, and it was the last place to surrender to the United States at the time of the American occupation in 1847. By the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo in 1848, Mexico ceded California to the United States, and Los Angeles was incorporated as a city in 1850."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114362132715169006?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114362132715169006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114362132715169006&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114362132715169006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114362132715169006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/confirmed.html' title='Confirmed'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114345079864453608</id><published>2006-03-27T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:13:18.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lazy Saturday afternoon</title><content type='html'>Time: 5.15 pm&lt;br /&gt;Location : Swimming pool, Condo&lt;br /&gt;Casts: Moi, Etienne, fellow swimmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an hot Saturday afternoon and thus, taking a dip in the swimming pool is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was happily swimming around the pool when I saw this yellow shirt guy walking near to the pool. I looked up and behold, standing there beside the pool is my etienne. Oh.... Oh.... I can't remember if I was shocked, shy or what.. I just know, I dont know what to do.......... My arms and my legs refused to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped &lt;strike&gt;paddling&lt;/strike&gt; swimming and I guess with the sudden appearance of 'that someone who make me skipped a heartbeat' I nearly drown. Seeing the commotion in the pool, Etiene came to my rescue. He jump into the pool, wade to my rescue and offer me a hand..... Our eyes locked, he looked at me, I looked at him. I swear that everything else stopped around us (just like a romantic movies) Awwwwwwwwwhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie the truth is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just my fantasy&lt;/span&gt; - I saw him walking pass the pool twice. I was so tempted to splash some water at him and when he look at me, I will just swim like a butterfly gracefully round and round........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, seeing him was like a refreshing 'standing under a waterfall' effect, a stream in the desert, a toilet when u really need to go, a roti kosong when you didnt have any food for the past three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second truth is my boss is telling me all the bad things about my co-workers which is really making me stressed out!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Argh... please don't tell me. I dont want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESOLUTION : Get to talk to Etienne and know him before I move out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114345079864453608?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114345079864453608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114345079864453608&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114345079864453608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114345079864453608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/lazy-saturday-afternoon.html' title='A lazy Saturday afternoon'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114319522528941869</id><published>2006-03-24T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:13:45.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To risk is to be free</title><content type='html'>A poem by Janet Rand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To laugh is to risk appearing the fool,&lt;br /&gt;To weep is to risk being called sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;To reach out to another is to risk involvement.&lt;br /&gt;To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self.&lt;br /&gt;To place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd is to risk being called naĭve.&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk not being loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;To live is to risk dying.&lt;br /&gt;To hope is to risk despair,&lt;br /&gt;To try is to risk failure.&lt;br /&gt;But risk must be taken, because the greatest risk of life is to risk nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow or love.&lt;br /&gt;Chained by his attitude, he is a slave; he has fortified his freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Only the person who risks is truly free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114319522528941869?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114319522528941869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114319522528941869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114319522528941869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114319522528941869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-risk-is-to-be-free.html' title='To risk is to be free'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114310346459161739</id><published>2006-03-23T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:44:24.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standby mode</title><content type='html'>My boss just asked me to standby to go to LA for a trade fair in May. Yahoooooooo cool cool cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm if that happened, that would be pretty nice la...... I can meet up with some of my friends there........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am keeping fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114310346459161739?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114310346459161739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114310346459161739&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114310346459161739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114310346459161739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/standby-mode.html' title='Standby mode'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114283556812079020</id><published>2006-03-20T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:59:26.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dawn of spring...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last blogged. I guess I am doing alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Recommunicated with a long lost friend. Yeah I am happy about it. It has been a long while. I chatted with him over the phone in 2000 and now it is 2006. Wow. Time flies and we are still as chatty as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting ready to print my logo. I am planning to do a small business. Don't know how it will be but I am hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Making progress in narrowing the area where my new home will be. I am basically stucked in PJ. In fact, I am down to two houses at the moment and awaiting the best bargain. Yuppie. I have been going around every weekend to see houses for the past 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Getting a good agent to bargain the price for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Start dreaming or drawing a mental interior design of the new house(s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A friend mentioned that he will be giving me a Yorkshire Terrier. I am really no good in taking care of people or animal but how can you resist a sweet cute little thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Invited to Italianne for a treat last saturday. Yum yum... The mussels are really good good good. (Plus there is one cute waiter there which enhanced the whole dinning experience) And the bread, oh oh.. the best in KL so far beside Sun Moulin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Boss was out of the office the whole of last week. So, I was doing my work slowly and steadily and leaving the office on time every frigging day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I bought a few Dvds - Ma mere, Casanova, Just like heaven, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Watched V for Vendetta in I-Utama with two friends. It was good. Highly recommended! I wonder if the censorship board understand the whole story because it's very provocative and there are queer elements in the movie. So catch it before they start to snipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. before I forget. Happy spring 2006! (which will be tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114283556812079020?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114283556812079020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114283556812079020&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114283556812079020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114283556812079020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/dawn-of-spring.html' title='the dawn of spring...'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114230750552940194</id><published>2006-03-14T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:38:25.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool joke!</title><content type='html'>It is a myth that when a son gets married and a new daughter in law arrives in the family, everything changes. Some daughters in law are well trained and well mannered!!!!!. They don't come to change the family, they are there to............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new wife was being welcomed at the husband's home in a traditional manner. As expected she gave a speech:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dear family, I thank you for welcoming me in my new home and family",she said "Firstly, my being here does not mean that I would want to change your way of life, your routine. No, I will never do that, never in a million years".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean my child?" Asked the father in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I mean dad is (looking at her father in law):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who used to wash dishes must carry on washing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who used to do the laundry must carry on doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who cooked shouldn't stop at my account, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who used to clean should continue cleaning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then what are you here for?" Asked the mother in law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As for me, my job is to entertain your son!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114230750552940194?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114230750552940194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114230750552940194&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114230750552940194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114230750552940194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/cool-joke.html' title='Cool joke!'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114170904391607998</id><published>2006-03-07T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:29:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd, I would say!</title><content type='html'>I had another wierd dream this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding a bicycle with a colleague of mine. However, what is pretty funny was that using those bicycles we were able to go wherever we want to go. We end up riding up an apartment into a room. Seeing that we reached deadend. I decided to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were riding down passing through the balcony and I saw a huge tree downstair, beside a huge highway. However, on that tree, I saw a lot of watermelon. (with huge leaves as well). So I stopped and watched. Suddenly, I saw a man playing smart, trying to pluck the watermelon using his hands. He tried to swing around hoping to use his weight to break the stem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no time, he was swinging around like tarzan..... I was getting pretty worried because he came pretty closed to the traffics on the highway.... Well, the dream ended having the man smashed into a four wheel drive with blood flowing down the screen of the car. I really mean flowing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, now thinking about it. I think there were two men hanging together to the swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTERPRETATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD - Essence. Life energy. Unfortunate love affairs. Severe disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BICYCLE - If a bicycle is a frequent mode of transportation in the dreamer's daily life, the bicyle may represent the self- much as cars represent the self for car owners. f balancing the bicycle, it may symbolise a need for increased balance in one's waking life. Bicyles also - due to the rhythmic motion made while riding them - can be metaphors for sexual activity. Fleeing from a pursuer while on a bike may symbolise fear of a sexual relationship. (from &lt;a href="http://www.dreamdoctor.com"&gt;www.dreamdoctor.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARS (accident) - A common symbol of the self, the “the direction we are headed in our lives.” Dreams of car accidents, as a rule, should not be considered literally precognitive. They are reflections of emotional “loss of control,” however, which causes excessive behaviors and erratic decisions in waking life. (from &lt;a href="http://www.dreamdoctor.com"&gt;www.dreamdoctor.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TREES - Tree : Seeing a tree in general denotes happiness,abundance and good news but a sapling tree indicates poverty,a dead tree foretells unhappiness,a tree with leaves turning yellow tells of sickness.Climbing a tree foretells elevation in life and work,taking fruits from the tree indicates inheritance from elderly people. (from &lt;a href="http://www.howisyourdaytoday.com/Dreams.htm"&gt;http://www.howisyourdaytoday.com/Dreams.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATERMELON - To see a watermelon in you dream, represents emotions of love, desire, lust, and fiery passion. Pregnant women or women on the verge of their menstrual cycle often dream of such fruits, as watermelons. Alternatively, watermelons may be associated with summertime ease, leisure, and relaxation. (from &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/w2.htm"&gt;http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/w2.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must be really free and bored to have time to even interprete the dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114170904391607998?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114170904391607998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114170904391607998&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114170904391607998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114170904391607998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/wierd-i-would-say.html' title='Wierd, I would say!'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114128890597174031</id><published>2006-03-02T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T16:41:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cost-friendly</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, bosses will do anything to cut cost. I wonder how much do they really save?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In preparation for the annual dinner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: We will have a lucky draw and it will be cash.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cool&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Yes, we will make coupons to sell to raise the cash&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Boss: When our suppliers and our clients arrived, make sure you 'dui' them to buy all.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohhhh....&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Then, we dont have to spend a single cents...&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Argh... what a unbearable hot day!&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Yeah lor... yeah lor. But dont you worry, when we move over to our new building, we will be much more comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, we will all have our OWN personal fan.&lt;br /&gt;Boss:.... No lar *giving me the beady eyes look*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114128890597174031?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114128890597174031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114128890597174031&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114128890597174031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114128890597174031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/cost-friendly.html' title='Cost-friendly'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114118473814992038</id><published>2006-03-01T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:18:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charged up!</title><content type='html'>I am soooooooooo charged up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, (yes, what a beautiful morning) the sun was out, the birds were chirping away... the flowers were blomming and the water flowing gracefully from the fountains... ahhhhhhhhh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reality check - there's no bambi and this is definitely not another disney made believe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went down to have a short walk around the compound of the condo and guess what????? On my way going back to get ready for work...... I met &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; Etienne. He was on this way out. Nicely combed 'messy look' hair (&lt;em&gt;I bet I can do his hair with my hands next time&lt;/em&gt;), Sleepy eyes.... (&lt;em&gt;yes, I can kiss those eyes the moment he wakes up&lt;/em&gt;) and his backpack. (&lt;em&gt;Honey, is it too heavy for you?)&lt;/em&gt; He has an apple in his hands, half eaten! (&lt;em&gt;that's right, I am better than the devil you know!&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so closed to me when I noticed him till I have no time to react, I dont even know where to focus (&lt;em&gt;except the apple in his hand&lt;/em&gt;) so that I can take a photo memory of him. arghhhhhhhh I was so unprepared for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part, of course was, he held the door for me as I entered into the condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, honey... you make my day! Next time, my turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Sorry, no pictures yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114118473814992038?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114118473814992038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114118473814992038&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114118473814992038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114118473814992038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/03/charged-up.html' title='Charged up!'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114111401779278531</id><published>2006-02-28T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:07:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in history</title><content type='html'>Exactly a year ago on this date, I passed through the following lac. (Lac de St. Cassien, Var). It was snowing and the whole journey in the car was like having cotton puffs being thrown at your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/saint-cassien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/saint-cassien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/saint-cassien.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/saint-cassien.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Europe and France very much. I saw the weather report and it says that it gonna snow in Cannes and du Var again this Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114111401779278531?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114111401779278531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114111401779278531&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114111401779278531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114111401779278531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-in-history.html' title='A day in history'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114101627509811118</id><published>2006-02-27T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:23:56.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca va, merci!</title><content type='html'>Havent been posting for a few days. In fact, I was thinking what should I write about. yes, it's one of those weeks when you are just wondering, what should I be blogging about. I guess I would put up some conversation pieces just to show what has been happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation 1&lt;/strong&gt; ( in a pub)&lt;br /&gt;Colleague 1: Yum Sheng...&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Yum...... * glop glop glop*....&lt;br /&gt;Colleague 2: Yum.....&lt;br /&gt;Moi: yum.... *glop glop glop*....&lt;br /&gt;Colleague 3: Cheers.......&lt;br /&gt;Moi: *glass clashing*&lt;br /&gt;Colleague 1: la la la... we......&lt;br /&gt;Moi: yum......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, I think I drank at least 10 glasses of beer! and I still am walking in a straight line. I didnt spend my years in France drinking only Volvic and Evian, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: Ca va pas?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: hey....&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Where else? office...&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: I tell you, Guess having sales... very very 'dai' Go check it out. I just bought a jean and a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Moi: I will run to the boutique immediately after work.&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: ok. Go go go.. Shop till you drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1 : Ca va pas?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Yo, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: Have you managed to go to Guess?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: No.. I am having sorethroat...&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: Ok, do go alright. Very 'dai'&lt;br /&gt;Moi: I sure will........&lt;br /&gt;Ami 1: Hey I am in KL now.... and Corum is having a sales. Very very dai... if you are eyeing some nice and branded watches, this is the time!&lt;br /&gt;Moi: ok.. I will check them out if I am around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation 4&lt;/strong&gt; (At MPH warehouse sales)&lt;br /&gt;Moi: What a rip-off. This is not a clearance sales. It's only 30% off after a minimum purchase!&lt;br /&gt;Sister: It's better than nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: That's true! Hey, I am buying this book. I have been eyeing it for sometimes now.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: A year in the merde?&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Yes... it's pretty good, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: Ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/douze_mois_de_merde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/douze_mois_de_merde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/douze_mois_de_merde.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/douze_mois_de_merde.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/douze_mois_de_merde.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/douze_mois_de_merde.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/douze_mois_de_merde.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversation 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Mum, are you having sorethroat too now?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: It's all your fault!&lt;br /&gt;Moi: Duh!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114101627509811118?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114101627509811118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114101627509811118&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114101627509811118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114101627509811118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/ca-va-merci.html' title='Ca va, merci!'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114060091084394793</id><published>2006-02-22T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:24:57.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuovo Cinema Paradiso - the movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/nuovo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/nuovo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This got to be one of my most favourite movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once...a king gave a feast for the loveliest princesses in the realm.&lt;br /&gt;Now, a soldier who was standing guard saw the king's daughter go by.&lt;br /&gt;She was the most beautiful of all and he fell instantly in love.&lt;br /&gt;But what is a simple soldier next to the daughter of a king?&lt;br /&gt;At last he succeeded in meeting her, and he told her he could no longer live without her.&lt;br /&gt;The princess was so taken by the depth of his feeling that she said to the soldier,&lt;br /&gt;"If you can wait for 100 days and 100 nights under my balcony, at the end of it I shall be yours."&lt;br /&gt;With that the soldier went and waited one day... two days... then ten... then twenty.&lt;br /&gt;Each evening the princess looked out, and he never moved!&lt;br /&gt;In rain, in wind, in snow, he was always there!&lt;br /&gt;Birds shat on his head, bees stung him- but he didn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of ninety nights he had become all dry, all white.&lt;br /&gt;Tears streamed from his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't hold them back.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even have the strength to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And all that time, the princess watched him.&lt;br /&gt;At long last, it was the 99th night... and the soldier stood up, took his chair and left."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114060091084394793?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114060091084394793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114060091084394793&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114060091084394793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114060091084394793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/nuovo-cinema-paradiso-movie.html' title='Nuovo Cinema Paradiso - the movie'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114049492221402829</id><published>2006-02-21T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:12:01.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" width="450" background="#FFFFFF" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;Ca va pas la tete's lame-ass excuse to break up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I don't like loose ends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=86"&gt;'What" is your lame-ass excuse to break up?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ff0000" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really havent been doing a lot of things lately except swimming and &lt;a href="http://www.websudoku.com/"&gt;Sudoku&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately there is nothing to google at the pool. Nope, I haven't bumped into Etienne in the swimming pool yet. Darn... else it would be so telling right. These are the things which I would do to attract his attention at the pool:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pretend drowning, but that would be really telling because the pool is only 1.35 m deep and I am 1.75 m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Swim like a dolphin, but my friends called me 'dugong' when I swim. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wear a huge sunglass, have a cocktail in my hand while sunbathing in the pool, but where do I get people to service me with drink and such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Swim the butterfly style all over the pool and just bump into him everytime I make any turns, and apologise to him and said - "sorry", "ops" and give nice sweet smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell him he swims like a fish and ask him to be my coach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh..... I cant wait to meet MY etienne at the pool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114049492221402829?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114049492221402829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114049492221402829&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114049492221402829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114049492221402829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/lame.html' title='Lame....'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-114008371274751435</id><published>2006-02-16T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T17:55:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a quiet day!</title><content type='html'>I am mentally tired today. I had so many dreams last night but I can't remember anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I really dont have much to say today, I thought I will post a picture of the Euro Fun Fair here in Bandar Utama, last December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah oui, etienne seems to be quite please for the pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/funfair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/400/funfair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-114008371274751435?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/114008371274751435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=114008371274751435&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114008371274751435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/114008371274751435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-quiet-day.html' title='What a quiet day!'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113997517108164670</id><published>2006-02-15T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:51:33.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etienne et Moi</title><content type='html'>What a morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, and dread myself to work but things just got more and more interesting. I bumped into the cute guy who is staying in the same condo as I am. And he is still looking as good as hell - torn jean, blue t-shirt, backpack and messy spiky hair. He was chewing on a piece of bread... Wow Wow Wow. After the sighting, the stroll to my office was just like the 'meg ryan strolling to the new york walkway in 'You got mail' (with the music of 'Dreams' by The Cranberries', mind you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I would like to introduce to you, my travelling pal - Etienne. Gosh, I really need to get a life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/etienne.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/400/etienne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/etienne.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is our posting on &lt;a href="http://www.carcassonne.org/carcassonne2.nsf/agcGeneral?OpenFrameSet&amp;Frame=Contenu&amp;amp;Src=/carcassonne2.nsf/pgeIntroVisiter?openpage"&gt;Carcassonn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/carcassone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carcassonne.org/carcassonne2.nsf/agcGeneral?OpenFrameSet&amp;Frame=Contenu&amp;amp;Src=/carcassonne2.nsf/pgeIntroVisiter?openpage"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;. It's a Cité Médiévale at the South of France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/carcassone.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/400/carcassone.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I gonna call that cute guy - Etienne. Nice right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113997517108164670?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113997517108164670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113997517108164670&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113997517108164670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113997517108164670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/etienne-et-moi.html' title='Etienne et Moi'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113988921118401661</id><published>2006-02-14T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:53:31.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The V Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, What would valentine's day be if you do not have a lover?  Find out why do we celebrate Valentine's day &lt;a href="http://www.historychannel.com/exhibits/valentine/?page=history"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the CNY and V-Day being so closed by, I think every single man is having a double dose of stress.   "So, who is your date tonight? Where is your girlfriend? bla bla bla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a conversation with a friend whom I haven't seen for the past 2 years over MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. D: So, how is life and work?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me : Life is so so and work is alrighto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. D: How is love life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Love life is close to zero but I am happy about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. D: You should get a mate when you are still young.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Well, I am not interested and furthermore, I have big plans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. D: Yes, be rich and have someone to share your wealth la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: ha ha ha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then, as usual I continued my nuisances and rubbish talk till my friend decided to end the chat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. D: I need to go and I still think you should get a mate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I know but....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. D: Take good care and find yourself someone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: I will think about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. D: Ok bye.. I got to go back to work now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Alrighto. Work hard man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. D: Go and find a partner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. After all this is not the first time we are talking about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My younger brother got a bouquet of roses from his admirer and he has a gf... We are so jealous!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113988921118401661?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113988921118401661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113988921118401661&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113988921118401661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113988921118401661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/v-day.html' title='The V Day!'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113936968123896374</id><published>2006-02-08T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:37:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretation</title><content type='html'>Here is a interpretation of my dream, according to a website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the outside of the church in your dream, signifies sacredness and spiritual nourishment. It is representative of your value system and the things you hold sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are in a church, suggests that you are seeking for some spiritual enlightenment and guidance. You are looking to be uplifted in some way. Perhaps you have made some mistakes in the past which have set you back on your path toward your goals. With proper support, you will get on the right track again. Alternatively, it may also mean that you are questioning and debating your life path and where it is leading. You are reevaluating what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;War&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream of a war, signifies disorder and chaos in your personal affairs. You also be experiencing some internal conflict or emotional struggle. You are feeling torn between aspects of yourself. Perhaps the dream may indicate that you are being overly aggressive or you are not being assertive enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conclusion: Disorder! Unbalanced life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my next task would be to find out where is the unbalance in my life. Could it be I am still struggling to settle back into KL? Could it be my ongoing desire to return to Europe? Could it be my heart never did left France?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am working my way to retire in Europe! hehehe yeah... at least that should keep me going! and yes, I will try to enjoy my KL days too now but the weather of the last few days has been really really unbearable!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/tour%20eiffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/tour%20eiffel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing with &lt;a href="http://earth.google.com/"&gt;Google Earth&lt;/a&gt; and this is really cool. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113936968123896374?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113936968123896374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113936968123896374&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113936968123896374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113936968123896374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/interpretation.html' title='Interpretation'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113893769855232982</id><published>2006-02-03T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:34:58.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the.....</title><content type='html'>I had this wierdest dream last night. It's about the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was in New York (or at least it feels like it), attending to some functions. I wonder what function would that be now... Well, maybe it is gala or something or maybe I am just vacationing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remembered this - spacecrafts falling from the sky, like it is the end of the world. Nope, I didnt see Tom Cruise running beside me though. Darn. Then, I saw Ultramen making their appearances fighting 'dont-know-what'! I also remembered all the huge buildings around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered running to a church and there were so many people gathered there. None were panicking. I dont know why.... but I was amazed with such calmness. I was hoping everything  will be back to normal and feeling a bit uneasiness with the attitude of 'nothing's happening' when something huge is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, I noticed myself shaking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.... my mum woke me up. "You gonna be late for work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's not the end of the world.. it's actually the end of my good night sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113893769855232982?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113893769855232982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113893769855232982&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113893769855232982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113893769855232982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of.html' title='the end of the.....'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113887300962139384</id><published>2006-02-02T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:36:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woof woof.</title><content type='html'>Today's the fifth day of chinese new year and yes, our office started their business today. Well, What have I done to get the right 'wan wan' for the doggie year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My parents are in town to celebrate new year this year. Well, this is the first ever out of home, chinese new year celebration for them. For me, it's the first ever chinese new year in KL and the second year I was not at home to celebrate new year (last year being oversea). In KL, I didnt hear any firecrackers at all!!!! What a bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conclusion: You really feel the mood of new year in small town and KLCC was filled with migrant workers on the first day of CNY (I would say 80%)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Though we have some relatives here in KL, we didnt managed to do any visiting as we are all just being a lazy bum sleeping at home. I did win some money at the poker games. Yeah, apparently tigers are in for big money this year. I am also picking up my mahjong skill again. Haven't played for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conclusion: I gonna be rich rich rich!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Went swimming during the break and I really really need to practise more, in order not to the laughing stock of the &lt;strike&gt;neighbourhood&lt;/strike&gt; family. Also played a game of bowling and my arm is still aching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resolution: be more active and sporty this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Took some pictures around town and drove all the way to take a peep at &lt;a href="http://www.putrajaya.net.my/"&gt;Putrajaya&lt;/a&gt;. I like it there- the roads are huge, the houses are beautiful and the buildings, well designed, I must say! Don't I just love crossing the bridges there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To-do: Find a property there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And few things I wanna do this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab some books from Borders since I have a 15% discount coupon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bake a cake since I promised a friend I would.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get meself some proper swimming gear.&lt;br /&gt;4. Transfer CDs to my ipod&lt;br /&gt;5. Find myself a nice short pant&lt;br /&gt;6. Get started on my business planning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113887300962139384?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113887300962139384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113887300962139384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113887300962139384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113887300962139384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/02/woof-woof.html' title='Woof woof.'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113834790141883979</id><published>2006-01-27T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:51:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Dog</title><content type='html'>Gong Hei Fatt Choi, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this year be a very very very very properous for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Apparently, the year of dog is a good year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out your luck &lt;a href="http://www.wofs.com/fortuneluck_2006.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113834790141883979?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113834790141883979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113834790141883979&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113834790141883979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113834790141883979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-of-dog.html' title='Year of the Dog'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113772844132969622</id><published>2006-01-20T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:47:37.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradis is a place on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/paradis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/paradis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo taken in &lt;a href="www.lourdes-france.com"&gt;Lourdes&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;a pligrimage site&lt;/em&gt;) in the Region of &lt;a href="http://www.midipyrenees.fr/final.htm"&gt;Midi-Pyrénées&lt;/a&gt; last year. It's the name of a hotel called 'Paradis' which is Paradise in english, which you can see just outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this - when someone ask you about your stay in Lourdes and you said 'J'habite a Paradis' which is I am staying in Paradise... They will be so pleased!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been really busy with our annual BBQ tomorrow. Kinda cheapskate I know and to top it up, the prices for the lucky draws sucksssssssss. Anyway, I gonna enjoy myself no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113772844132969622?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113772844132969622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113772844132969622&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113772844132969622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113772844132969622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/paradis-is-place-on-earth.html' title='Paradis is a place on earth'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113742094749119410</id><published>2006-01-16T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T22:15:47.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am beautiful, no matter what you said....</title><content type='html'>I was watching the advertisement on 'Malaysia's most beautiful' and somehow it just got to me how silly is the show. After all the bitchiness that you see on the screen about each of them. How can they still be beautiful in our eyes. Perhaps, I am shallow and am not able to see beyond all that but... really, to me, they have no basis for their claims to be malaysia's most beautiful. If you talk about their outer look, oh please...  If you talk about their attitude, they can be your next door blonde girl (minus the look). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, there might be a reality show called - Malaysia's Most Slutty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes "that, I want to see"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113742094749119410?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113742094749119410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113742094749119410&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113742094749119410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113742094749119410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-beautiful-no-matter-what-you-said.html' title='I am beautiful, no matter what you said....'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113720820910242589</id><published>2006-01-14T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:10:09.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams are made of these....</title><content type='html'>I had a good dream last night. I was backpacking in Europe with some friends and I met my other friends who happened to have other cute friends. The weird part of the dream is I had so many bags. Let me see - about 8 bags on me - one bag for my gadgets, one bag for my clothes, one for my computer, etc, etc.... hehehe so wierd. Maybe, it is a sign I am on the move this year. Well, the best part of this dream is this really cute guy gave me his number. WOW WOW WOW. darn... I sort of woke up after that. I cant remember the number else i would go to buy 4D today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the second part of my entry today. I met this really really (&lt;em&gt;and I stress&lt;/em&gt;) really cute guy on the way home last night. The most juicy part of it all is he is staying in the same condo as I am, the same block as I am. I gonna check this out.. Sounded like a stalker right? lol. I like the way he dressed - jean below the waist line and the way he combed his hair - those messy look. I haven't heard my heart pumping so loud for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be still my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lately its mind is on it's own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would go far and wide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to be near you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the star..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.... shut up.... I am so like a 13 yrs old gal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113720820910242589?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113720820910242589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113720820910242589&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113720820910242589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113720820910242589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-dreams-are-made-of-these.html' title='Sweet dreams are made of these....'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113712191894641798</id><published>2006-01-13T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T20:18:21.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>I watched 2 pretty depressing movies the last few days - Oliver Twist and The Passion of Christ. I guess the titles themselves gave the movie away. In Oliver, the poor kid is perpetually being bullied by people and in The Passion, what a sight! Arghhh depressing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated my ipod last night and poowww now my computer officially does not recognise my ipod when I plug it in. Arghhhhhh I hate this.... Gonna bring it back to the shop this weekend. &lt;em&gt;(Mental note - 1. Do not save all your music in your ipod. 2. Don't buy anymore ipod)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, it has been quite ok. Just running around sourcing for wine to give to our top clients. I am also involved with the lucky draw for our coming annual &lt;strike&gt;dinner&lt;/strike&gt; BBQ. I tell you, it must be the most cheapskate lucky draw I ever seen. But, like a good employee - whatever that makes you happy, boss, we are happy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Happy Friday the 13th. ;) If you wanna know more about it, &lt;a href="http://www.brownielocks.com/fridaythe13th.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. Also check &lt;a href="http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2005/13may_2004mn4.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113712191894641798?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113712191894641798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113712191894641798&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113712191894641798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113712191894641798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113696508091262925</id><published>2006-01-11T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:38:00.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizontally challenged</title><content type='html'>I was trying on a new shirt and a new pants I bought yesterday and I asked my brother if I looked ok. ( Hey, I didnt even asked if I looked nice) and this is his reply:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You looked like Doeramon gone taller"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody @&amp;)&amp;amp;!^$%^!! I seriously need to get in shape. I put on so much weight since I return to KL. Arghhhh so my resolution for this year is to get back in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order:-&lt;br /&gt;1. Play more games and exercise every week.&lt;br /&gt;2. Snack a little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;3. Walk to work (well since my office is pretty near)&lt;br /&gt;4. Drink more water everyday.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go vegetarian at least 4 times a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113696508091262925?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113696508091262925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113696508091262925&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113696508091262925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113696508091262925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/horizontally-challenged.html' title='Horizontally challenged'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113673124150808628</id><published>2006-01-08T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:40:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To avoid</title><content type='html'>Since, I am working 6 full days a week, sunday is the only day I can run around town to shop and hang out with my friends. I did that today and I am so tired now. Not that I am tired of the shopping but the people I have to avoid while grabbing things off the shelf.  The chinese new year's crowd is back and for pete's sake, don't go to shop unless it's of utmost importance. Yeah,  I definite would be avoiding all the malls now. (unless it is for movies) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Pride and Prejudices last night with some friends and I love it. The sceneries are breathtaking beautiful and the english, perfecto - pleasing to my ears. Oh Paul, Mr Darcy is mine! Totally hunkalicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113673124150808628?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113673124150808628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113673124150808628&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113673124150808628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113673124150808628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-avoid.html' title='To avoid'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113660817678649939</id><published>2006-01-07T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:31:51.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking cock</title><content type='html'>I work with this really wierd group of people. ;) &lt;strike&gt;Sometimes&lt;/strike&gt; Most of the time, these idoits really pisses me off. Well, let me list it down :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They love to have meeting around 1.15 pm, which happened to the our lunch time or at 6.30 pm when it is time to pack and go home.&lt;br /&gt;2. During the meeting, they will have no agendas and talk &lt;strike&gt;cock&lt;/strike&gt;nonsense from what they had for breakfast till what they will be having for dinner tonight but skipped the main point.&lt;br /&gt;3. The top management gets all their inspiration in the loo.&lt;br /&gt;4. Suggested to the client to fly kites when they are in bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;5. They can't speak proper english and swear but act like they are the most educated bunch in town. (puiiii)&lt;br /&gt;6. They talk bad about each other. (Now, I really hate this one...) &lt;em&gt;Please spare me&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;7. My boss keeps trying his best to manipulate us in the most subtle way - cheap hard labour in the name of efficiency! Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, these are just my frustrations after working three months with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113660817678649939?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113660817678649939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113660817678649939&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113660817678649939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113660817678649939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/talking-cock.html' title='Talking cock'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113660380209982446</id><published>2006-01-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:16:42.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/p-alfie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Alfie last night and I love it. Perhaps Jude Law gave a stunning performance, perhaps some part of the movie just rings a bell in my head. Perhaps he is just too good looking to behold. Perhaps it's New York.. yeah..something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he was trying to happy in his own way. Screwed up, some might say but hey, at least at that spur of moment, he is living his life to the fullest! yeah, something like that. We should all learn to loosen up a little and LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunning, stunning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When things gets.... I get stifled, something like that....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113660380209982446?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113660380209982446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113660380209982446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113660380209982446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113660380209982446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-like-that.html' title='Something like that'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113646947373692558</id><published>2006-01-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:38:30.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DvDs</title><content type='html'>Over the last two weekends I have been buying tons of Dvds. Most of them are movies which I didnt get to see in the cinema. Dont we just love dvds and movies???? Meanwhile, I am looking for more movies this weekend. This is how I destress from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strike&gt;Big Fish&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strike&gt;A very long engagement&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;[6/1/06]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strike&gt;Proof&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mean Creek&lt;br /&gt;5. Alfie&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strike&gt;Cronos&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strike&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs Smith&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strike&gt;The Cave&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Invisible Circus&lt;br /&gt;11. Before Sunset&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strike&gt;The Stepford Wives&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Eternal Sunshines of the spotless mind&lt;br /&gt;14. The Irreversible&lt;br /&gt;15. I love Huckabees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113646947373692558?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113646947373692558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113646947373692558&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113646947373692558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113646947373692558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/dvds.html' title='DvDs'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113643356660598299</id><published>2006-01-05T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:40:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Type A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;A- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are one of the most balanced people around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/typeaquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113643356660598299?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113643356660598299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113643356660598299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113643356660598299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113643356660598299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/type.html' title='Type A.'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113626374828810170</id><published>2006-01-03T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:49:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate hot fudge</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, I went shopping again at the curve after a heavy breakfast. Well, what better way to start a shopping free than to free yourself from unwanted weights? So, I went to take a dump and since it was still early, the cleaning lady is still taking a cleaning up the toilet. As I entered into the cubicle, another person entered into as well. I guess we cooked up such a feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  I started my chocolate hot fudge, the cleaner lady started to mumble - 'oh kawan, itu mesti plush (flush), tolong la, plush.... Saya kerja ini'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting annoyed, no one and I mean no one disturb me when I am making my world famous chocolate hot fudge!!!!!! heheheh  But since I am in such a venerable position - naked and cold and lonely, I decided to not do anything or say anything for now. I was imagining - she might pour a whole pail of cold water into the cubicle to clean the aroma, she might climb over to see who is the behind, she might.. oh no... . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, I finished my business and as I walked out of the toilet, I mumbled 'kalau lar berak itu wangi, makcik, saya sudah jual la'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113626374828810170?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113626374828810170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113626374828810170&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113626374828810170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113626374828810170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/chocolate-hot-fudge.html' title='Chocolate hot fudge'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113612233582244791</id><published>2006-01-01T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:34:53.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deux Mille Six</title><content type='html'>Bonne l'année 2006!!! Meilleurs voeux!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too tired shopping today, will post tomorrow. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113612233582244791?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113612233582244791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113612233582244791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113612233582244791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113612233582244791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2006/01/deux-mille-six.html' title='Deux Mille Six'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113604161147546537</id><published>2005-12-31T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T23:20:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Dec 2005</title><content type='html'>The end of the year 2005. Yes, the very end - 10.58 p.m. I have been thinking of blogging and putting up my favourite stuffs of 2005 but since I have been working my arse off, I shall do that next year.  While I have been thinking hard over many things that happened this year, one thing which really stood out is Paris. Of course I like many other parts of France but Paris is just so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's a big vibrant city with a 'old touch'! Nothing too romantic or too sentimental, just good memories with strong positive mood. It's definitely THE city that I want to live and die in. I am so moving back there!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh la la..... viva Paris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will be putting up a favourite pic of paris soon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113604161147546537?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113604161147546537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113604161147546537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113604161147546537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113604161147546537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/31-dec-2005.html' title='31 Dec 2005'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113583253917542784</id><published>2005-12-29T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:02:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stucked</title><content type='html'>This is what happened when you visit Midvalley, your personal angels got kipnaked and their wings used as decorations!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I haven't seen my angels lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/Wing.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/Wing.1.jpg" 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/16997541-113583253917542784?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113583253917542784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113583253917542784&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113583253917542784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113583253917542784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/stucked.html' title='Stucked'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113561197784015604</id><published>2005-12-26T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T13:07:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice - Christmas 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christmas this year has been pretty simple and nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I always enjoyed smaller gathering, we had a very small christmas gathering &lt;em&gt;chez moi&lt;/em&gt; with my two best friends, as the guests of honour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And yes, we had french cuisine for dinner, home cooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Entree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soupe de Portiron Epicee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/Soupe.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/Soupe.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Main &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Supremes Volaille de Veronique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;avec &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pommes de terre Dauphinoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;et&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Poivrons Farcis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/Main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Creme Caramel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess it's been a happy christmas. I got meself a pendant, a mickey mouse tee and a 'see what you like, tell me, I buy' coupon as presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113561197784015604?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113561197784015604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113561197784015604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113561197784015604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113561197784015604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/sugar-and-spice-christmas-05.html' title='Sugar and Spice - Christmas 05'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113540749386910493</id><published>2005-12-24T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:02:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Account Of A Visit From St. Nicholas</title><content type='html'>Account Of A Visit From St. Nicholas &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Major Henry Livingston, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house,&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;&lt;br /&gt;The children were nestled all snug in their beds,&lt;br /&gt;While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads,&lt;br /&gt;And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,&lt;br /&gt;Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap—&lt;br /&gt;When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Away to the window I flew like a flash,&lt;br /&gt;Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.&lt;br /&gt;The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,&lt;br /&gt;Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;&lt;br /&gt;When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,&lt;br /&gt;But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny rein-deer,&lt;br /&gt;With a little old driver, so lively and quick,&lt;br /&gt;I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.&lt;br /&gt;More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,&lt;br /&gt;And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:&lt;br /&gt;“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen,&lt;br /&gt;“On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem;&lt;br /&gt;“To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!&lt;br /&gt;“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”&lt;br /&gt;As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,&lt;br /&gt;When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;&lt;br /&gt;So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,&lt;br /&gt;With the sleigh full of Toys—and St. Nicholas too:&lt;br /&gt;And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof&lt;br /&gt;The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.&lt;br /&gt;As I drew in my head, and was turning around,&lt;br /&gt;Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:&lt;br /&gt;He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot,&lt;br /&gt;And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of toys was flung on his back,&lt;br /&gt;And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:&lt;br /&gt;His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,&lt;br /&gt;His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;&lt;br /&gt;His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow.&lt;br /&gt;And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;&lt;br /&gt;The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,&lt;br /&gt;And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.&lt;br /&gt;He had a broad face, and a little round belly&lt;br /&gt;That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:&lt;br /&gt;He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;&lt;br /&gt;A wink of his eye and a twist of his head&lt;br /&gt;Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.&lt;br /&gt;He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,&lt;br /&gt;And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk,&lt;br /&gt;And laying his finger aside of his nose&lt;br /&gt;And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.&lt;br /&gt;He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,&lt;br /&gt;And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:&lt;br /&gt;But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—&lt;br /&gt;Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Christmas, everyone" and many happy returns!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113540749386910493?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113540749386910493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113540749386910493&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113540749386910493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113540749386910493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/account-of-visit-from-st-nicholas.html' title='Account Of A Visit From St. Nicholas'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113532448728055422</id><published>2005-12-23T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:32:35.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in the Air</title><content type='html'>My favourite christmas' song 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're walking in the air.&lt;br /&gt;We're floating in the moonlit sky.&lt;br /&gt;The people down below&lt;br /&gt;are sleeping as we fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold on very tight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding in the midnight moon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding till I die so high&lt;br /&gt;above the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly onto the moon.&lt;br /&gt;The village has collapsed like me.&lt;br /&gt;The houses &amp; the hills have sank&lt;br /&gt;beneath the seas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to believe.&lt;br /&gt;The spirit will not die.&lt;br /&gt;What happened in the past&lt;br /&gt;may kill us now, but why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113532448728055422?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113532448728055422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113532448728055422&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113532448728055422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113532448728055422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/walking-in-air.html' title='Walking in the Air'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113531204417358490</id><published>2005-12-23T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T12:27:24.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i-Pooooooopppp again!</title><content type='html'>I was walking to office this morning happily while listening to my ipod but the joy of owning and listening to an ipod was killed when upon reaching the office, the screen on my ipod stands still! arghhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just send it for repairing last month and they exchanged a new unit for me. To add this is 'tis the season to be jolly', my warranty has just expired. Bloody hell!!!!!!! I barely used it for 1 month and only charged the battery 2 rounds!!!!!! arghhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can happened to me 3 days before christmas? Could this is a sign I will be getting a whole brand new of ipod photo for christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tried to switch it on again. I see a line on top of the apple on the screen!!!!!!! Will try charging it tonight and see what I can do with it. Damn. This is so no good. I gonna write to Apple to complaint about this! arghhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113531204417358490?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113531204417358490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113531204417358490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113531204417358490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113531204417358490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-pooooooopppp-again.html' title='i-Pooooooopppp again!'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113522566457058005</id><published>2005-12-22T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T23:25:22.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas 05</title><content type='html'>Believe me, coming up with this 'what I want for christmas 05' list has been one of the most difficult post of the year. Well, I guess I have everything I ever wanted and thus, drafting the wish list is so painstalking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, a wish list is something you really wanted and it is not within your means at the moment. Not something you see while strolling down the &lt;strike&gt;Siene&lt;/strike&gt; Midvalley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My christmas '05 top ten wishlist:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A villa in &lt;a href="http://www.magreyandsons.com/2004/main.htm"&gt;Cap d'Antibes / Cap Ferrat&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cant believe I trade Cote d'azur for KL!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2. A paid whole year holiday in Eastern Europe&lt;br /&gt;3. A &lt;a href="http://www.panerai.com/s_page.xpd?id_lingua=2&amp;id_sezione=1"&gt;Panerai watch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A &lt;a href="www.diesel.com"&gt;diesel&lt;/a&gt; boutique. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, not a pair of jean or what, the whole boutique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;5. A christmas getaway at the &lt;a href="http://www.icehotel.com/english/index2.htm"&gt;Ice Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A tea session with my favourite composer, Ennio Morricone&lt;br /&gt;7. A 'Yeah, I want that gift' calling card to be use when I see something I really want.&lt;br /&gt;8. A carefree Sunday, on my back watching the clouds on a windy day.&lt;br /&gt;9.A more killer presentable outlook / body. &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like a balloon now&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A much cooler KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's a wishing list anyway.... right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113522566457058005?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113522566457058005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113522566457058005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113522566457058005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113522566457058005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-05.html' title='All I want for Christmas 05'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113515499801727318</id><published>2005-12-21T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:17:55.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I... I...I...</title><content type='html'>Got this off &lt;a href="http://watersea.blogspot.com"&gt;Wayne&lt;/a&gt;'s blog. He's cool. Too bad I didn't get to meet up with him when I was in NYC earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I . . .&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;(X) Got drunk with a good friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(X) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(X) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;() been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(X) snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(X) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(X) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(X) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(X) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;(X ) been skiing.. snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;(X) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(X) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(X) lain on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(X) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(X) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(X) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(X) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(X) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(X) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;(X) used a fake id&lt;br /&gt;(X) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;(X) felt an earthquake/tremor&lt;br /&gt;( ) touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(X) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(X) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(X) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(X) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) pet a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;(X) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;(X) run a red light&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(X) been in a car crash&lt;br /&gt;( ) had braces&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(X) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(X) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(X) liked the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(X) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(X) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(X) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(X) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(X) swum in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(X) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(X) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(X) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;( ) recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;(X) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(X) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(X) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(X) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(X) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;( ) watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(X) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(X) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(X) gone roller-skating&lt;br /&gt;(X ) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;() worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;(X) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(X) sung in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(X) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(X) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;( ) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(X) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;(X) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(X ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(X) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( ) didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;(X) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(X) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(X) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;(X ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(X ) gone doorbell ditching&lt;br /&gt;( ) played chicken&lt;br /&gt;(X) jumped into a pool/hot tub/lake with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( ) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;() broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(X) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(X) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;( ) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(X) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;(X) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(X) French braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;br /&gt;(X ) been threatened to be kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kicked out your house&lt;br /&gt;( ) have had a fantasy over someone you love as a good friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) sun tanned naked&lt;br /&gt;( ) ran naked in the rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113515499801727318?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113515499801727318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113515499801727318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113515499801727318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113515499801727318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-ii.html' title='I... I...I...'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113506834935325507</id><published>2005-12-20T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T16:45:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just found out</title><content type='html'>I just found out that a friend of mine had such a hard time accepting the way his life has been. Well, we met up recently and he told me his story and how he has been in deep depression over the state of being, few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback a little when he showed me his wrist! *hint* I feel sad that he couldnt share out what is in his heart then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things are so much better for him now - a relationship that is still good up to now (4 years) and work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the very best, V and u know where to find me when u need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113506834935325507?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113506834935325507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113506834935325507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113506834935325507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113506834935325507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-found-out.html' title='I just found out'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113395347519453325</id><published>2005-12-07T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:06:30.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Selections</title><content type='html'>Do you know the rules of natural selection? Well, I saw this documentary which says that we somehow, when choosing something tends to be of something which is close to yourself. That is to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Human will choose human, a bee, another.&lt;br /&gt;2. A white man will choose a white wife, or a chinese man a chinese wife (of course there are exceptions to the rule)&lt;br /&gt;3. A man, a woman (of course this may not be true all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking this afternoon during lunch, that is, my colleagues and I about the other two staff (a guy and a lady) who are doing sales. Well, our boss from day one has been telling everyone how the male salesman 'IS THERE', understand everything he had said, bla bla bla.... while putting the lady salesperson down. But, guess what, the lady salesperson has been topping the sales the last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me to believe that hey, our clients who are many males proofed that they are straight and they used the rules of natural selection!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113395347519453325?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113395347519453325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113395347519453325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113395347519453325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113395347519453325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/natural-selections.html' title='Natural Selections'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113358085483056400</id><published>2005-12-03T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T11:34:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To bully or not to bully....</title><content type='html'>Went down to PC Fair yesterday as I need to set up a display at where we are participating. I was doing my unusual morning rush but only when I reached the KLConvention Centre did I realised that the organiser is  taking his sweet time. Well, got everything done by 12. Couldnt go back to the office yet since I still need to wait for my boss to grace the fair. I simply hate walking around packed exhibitions areas (which explained why I seldom or never goes to fairs) unless it is a food fair, a fun fair, a perfume fair (where they will be stuffing parfume into your shirts (for goodness sake) or a film fair.... I think I must have thrown away a dozen of fliers and said - 'No, thank you' to another dozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the wait for your boss, is always unpleasant - you cant go anywhere, you cant do anything interesting, only to be interrupted once the majesty arrive in his golden charriot. To cut the story short, he came, said some most corny stuff to the organiser and we left for klcc to eat. I had the famous ipoh noodle which I must say is pretty nice. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the highlight of this post, however is when we were reaching our office. Well, this guy in his honda civic suddenly cut into my boss' lane and this really upset him. What followed next (Kids, do not do this at home. This is a stunt done under professional guidance only), he honked all the way from the crossroad at 1-Utama till Ikea. The car which were in front of us now, tried to play smart and breaked his vehicle, maybe to show that he is furious too. When you think this gonna stop, oh no, he got even more upset and decided to throw his water bottle at the car. But he didnt as we need to make a turn. I think the guy in the honda civic is having his lucky day! But, I was like... oh my friggin good lord, this is even worse than my french driver......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get myself to sit upright again, I could only think.... What a chinabeng you are, boss!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113358085483056400?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113358085483056400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113358085483056400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113358085483056400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113358085483056400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-bully-or-not-to-bully.html' title='To bully or not to bully....'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113323427605002482</id><published>2005-11-29T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T11:17:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wa wa wa</title><content type='html'>Just when you least expected, its the end of the month again. Yee-haw... paycheck time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I somehow couldnt believe my lack of blogging. In this month, I have been doing pretty much nothing and i shall continue with it... Bon courage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is around the corner and I am happy, except there wont be a white/cold christmas for me this year. I shall miss that and the decors at every corner of town. I shall miss seeing people really shopping for christmas presents. I shall miss hearing 'Joyeux noel' et 'Bonne l'annee'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I shall miss people saying - 'Papier cadeaux, sil vous plait'. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe i miss such things.... *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113323427605002482?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113323427605002482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113323427605002482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113323427605002482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113323427605002482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/11/wa-wa-wa.html' title='Wa wa wa'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-113117571244464778</id><published>2005-11-05T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T15:36:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?... it's gonna be monday again?</title><content type='html'>Time flies when you are enjoying yourself..... It's gonna be Monday again and yeap, another two months to go before 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have not been doing anything at all throughout the week but that is ok. I am cool chilling at home, doing nothing. Watched a couple of movies though. Basically that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading a lot of blogs as well. I must say - it's a whole wide blog out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still am thinking of what I should be doing this year end to celebrate christmas in KL. Gonna brainstorm about this. Yeah, a project in my non-happening life so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-113117571244464778?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/113117571244464778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=113117571244464778&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113117571244464778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/113117571244464778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-its-gonna-be-monday-again.html' title='What?... it&apos;s gonna be monday again?'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-112919834418459462</id><published>2005-10-13T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:50:28.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One month has passed</title><content type='html'>Times really flies when you are enjoying yourself. Have I have been enjoying myself? You decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Working from 10 am till 6.30, 6 days a week&lt;br /&gt;2. No one leave their desk for lunch before 1.45 pm&lt;br /&gt;3. No one leave their work to go home before 6.45&lt;br /&gt;4. The pressure of being the first to leave the office at 6.45 everyday while everyone else was staying back till god knows when&lt;br /&gt;5. Nothing to do at home except watching dvds. (I am not complaining)&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting my first pay today&lt;br /&gt;7. Reconnecting back with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just chatted with a friend this afternoon and we talk about work and what's happening in our life recently. I guess somehow, no matter what is the situation, life goes on. We just know how to deal with it when it happened. I wish all the better for him. I will definitely see what I can do to help this friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that quite a number of my friends are jobless, mostly because they choose to be, perhaps out of desperation to get away from their existing unpleasant situation at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here is getting much cooler lately and ahhhh at least, some air for breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-112919834418459462?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/112919834418459462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=112919834418459462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/112919834418459462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/112919834418459462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-month-has-passed.html' title='One month has passed'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-112856750054768350</id><published>2005-10-06T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:58:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>What would you do if this happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other stall saying: "Hi, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type to start a conversation in the men's restroom but I don't know what got into me, so I answered, somewhat embarrassed, "Doin' just fine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the other guy says: "So what are you up to?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of question is that? At that point, I'm thinking this is too bizarre so I say: "Uhhh, I'm like you, just traveling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this point I am just trying to get out as fast as I can when I hear another question. "Can I come over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok, this question is just too weird for me but I figured I could just be polite and end the conversation. I tell him, "No........I'm a little busy right now!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I hear the guy say nervously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Listen, I'll have to call you back. There's an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions!!!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarks: Someone sent this to me thru email&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-112856750054768350?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/112856750054768350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=112856750054768350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/112856750054768350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/112856750054768350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-112821578904303719</id><published>2005-10-02T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:16:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys and Angels</title><content type='html'>I saw the movie, &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;cf=info&amp;amp;id=1808588500"&gt;Cowboys and Angels&lt;/a&gt; last night. A simple movie but I like it. Very simple plot. entertaining yet true to it's calling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-112821578904303719?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/112821578904303719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=112821578904303719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/112821578904303719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/112821578904303719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/10/cowboys-and-angels.html' title='Cowboys and Angels'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-112771036735402109</id><published>2005-09-26T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:52:47.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of new notes</title><content type='html'>Last saturday, I went to had breakfast with a friend. Just before returning home, I decided to grab a newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked into the shop, I forked out my monies. Seeing this, my friend took out a ringgit coin and asked me to use that instead of my notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the counter, the following conversation followed:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(upon giving her the 1 ringgit coin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: You got one ringgit ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pointing at the coin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  This is a legal tender and it is not the 7 of December yet. You dont read newspaper mer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: But a lot of people dont want it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, then you can change it at the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I dont go to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then, where do you keep your money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I dont have money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left after that. Thinking back, I should have just kiddingly saying that I shall report her to authories!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, have I bought my papers today?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-112771036735402109?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/112771036735402109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=112771036735402109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/112771036735402109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/112771036735402109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-new-notes.html' title='Of new notes'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997541.post-112746121740641975</id><published>2005-09-23T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T18:16:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/1600/paris_toureff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4247/1628/320/paris_toureff2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am back in KL after a year and a half abroad. I conclude that now I am here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;oh la la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the riveria climate&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything that is not malaysian.(for now)&lt;br /&gt;I miss being in a land of strangers and what's not.&lt;br /&gt;I miss twisting my tongue speaking french.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how the french 'fart' with their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how the french shake their hands to signal it's hot/cool/'forte'&lt;br /&gt;I miss the cheeses and wines (it's damn expensive here)&lt;br /&gt;I miss the cold in the night and in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the medieval castles and architectures.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend, fabien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go back to Europe. Yeah, very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997541-112746121740641975?l=metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/feeds/112746121740641975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997541&amp;postID=112746121740641975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/112746121740641975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997541/posts/default/112746121740641975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://metalkprettyeveryday.blogspot.com/2005/09/long-update.html' title='A long update.'/><author><name>ça va pas la tête</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09449561148469947750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
