<?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-13546582</id><updated>2011-08-01T23:57:51.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>design for lazy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13546582.post-3953110361537205504</id><published>2008-09-08T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:13:15.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil Ducky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/?action=view&amp;current=devilducky2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/devilducky2.jpg" border="0" alt="devil duck"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has been buying a lot of normal rubber ducks. I want this one! Anybody know where I can get one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-3953110361537205504?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3953110361537205504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=3953110361537205504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/3953110361537205504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/3953110361537205504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/devil-ducky.html' title='Devil Ducky'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-6127447014716158724</id><published>2008-08-27T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:12:15.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Infamous Waja Window</title><content type='html'>After lunch, driving back to the office, my car's driver side power window decided to go all chaotic on me. It decided it was time for me to have some fresh air. So it automatically winded down itself. Everytime I tried winding it up, it came back right down. At one point I was struggling with it as if someone else was trying to wind it down while I wind it up. It didn't help that it was raining quite heavily at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine me driving down a busy SS2 junction, getting splashed by the rain and frantically pressing down the up button for the window. Then the phone rang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured due to the rain, the button on the door got wet. So it must have short circuit the electronics or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in a Proton...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-6127447014716158724?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6127447014716158724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=6127447014716158724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6127447014716158724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6127447014716158724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-in-proton.html' title='The Infamous Waja Window'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-1250284253997346358</id><published>2008-08-25T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:18:09.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chimpanzee Lovin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ian eats world says: (10:48:49 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you're really drunk aren't ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:49:37 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:49:41 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ian eats world says: (10:49:49 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typos like mad wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:49:58 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ican stiil have sexxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:50:05 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekekke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ian eats world says: (10:50:14 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting it on with the wifey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:50:16 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still fuck like a chimpanzeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:50:18 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:50:22 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qwifey is dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:50:28 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ian eats world says: (10:50:33 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:50:41 PM&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:50:43 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ian eats world says: (10:50:47 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go prowl little chimpanzee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ian eats world says: (10:50:50 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go prowllll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:50:52 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zach_tan says: (10:50:55 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ian eats world says: (10:51:00 PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-1250284253997346358?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1250284253997346358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=1250284253997346358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1250284253997346358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1250284253997346358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/chimpanzee-lovin.html' title='Chimpanzee Lovin'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-6428801541540743142</id><published>2008-08-24T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:21:13.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos from the Malaysia vs Chelsea game</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd just post these up. We're not Chelsea fans! We just thought it'd be fun to go to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xd9nnE5fw4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xd9nnE5fw4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mexican Wave!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnN1TnEaz90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KnN1TnEaz90&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A Chance for Malaysia???&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-6428801541540743142?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6428801541540743142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=6428801541540743142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6428801541540743142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6428801541540743142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-videos-from-malaysia-vs-chelsea.html' title='Videos from the Malaysia vs Chelsea game'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-3651968276237140194</id><published>2008-08-24T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:51:48.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Since Sheena was out of town last night, I decided to cook my own dinner. Being a bit broke, it came to me as a good idea. So I proceed to get the dorry fish out of the freezer to defrost. Then I seasoned it with salt, pepper and some garlic powder. And then into the oven it went to bake for about 10 minutes. Then add some cheese later and bake for a further 2 minutes. Top it up with a bit  of leftover salad from the night before and you've got dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3030/2791915864_fffb375211_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be quite crap because I seasoned it with too much salt. Had to throw the fish away. Dorry sucks! Doesn't go well with cheese or with garlic. Had to order McDonald's instead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-3651968276237140194?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3651968276237140194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=3651968276237140194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/3651968276237140194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/3651968276237140194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-6779681129627956048</id><published>2008-08-22T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:44:59.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lottery Luck</title><content type='html'>I don't usually gamble or buy lottery tickets. The last time I bought one was during Chinese New Year and just because one of my aunt's work in the Toto shop, we'll just get her to punch the number in for us. Since I've been seeing cars with my license plate number (or close to it) a lot these few days, I decided to try my luck. So after lunch Mike and Meng decided to try their luck on the Jackpot lottery since the prize money is up to 14 million bucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.maango.my/image/lottery.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went for your normal Toto 4D buying my car number plate. Well, long story short, I didn't win the lottery. The closest I came to was 3rd prize as the number was 7410, 2 numbers short of what I bought. Better luck next time I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-6779681129627956048?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6779681129627956048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=6779681129627956048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6779681129627956048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6779681129627956048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/lottery-luck.html' title='Lottery Luck'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-8872239556128012775</id><published>2008-08-09T14:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:36:44.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Eyed Family</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have been getting blur visions which I usually blame on lack of sleep but this time it's lasted longer. It used to be half a day or one at most. Now it can go up to 3 days straight. Elaine seems to think it's my high cholesterol making its way up to my eye arteries. Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suspicion that I might need glasses increased as my sister gave me news that she would need glasses. "Koko!!! No one wants to marry me liao!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried comforting her by introducing the idea of contact lenses but the optometrist wanted her to try on glasses first. The poor girl, and she's only 21. I've never really had a problem with glasses. In fact I've always wanted glasses when I was a kid (somehow I thought it complimented my face) but to wear a pair at this age and to think of all the nuisance that comes with it ie. losing it, breaking it, playing sports with it etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as it might run in the family, I guess it's best I head over to see an optometrist myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-8872239556128012775?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8872239556128012775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=8872239556128012775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8872239556128012775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8872239556128012775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/4-eyed-family.html' title='4 Eyed Family'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-416974358032869306</id><published>2008-08-09T03:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T04:24:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry Mee, Extra Heavy, One Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:helvetica;"&gt;I'm sure the fella that put this up didn't know any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he could have made the effort to check other coffee shops to examine how they spell 'curry'. If more than 2 shops spells it 'curry' as well, I'd say that's odds on the way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3245/2744240543_92d219bf79_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-416974358032869306?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/416974358032869306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=416974358032869306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/416974358032869306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/416974358032869306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sure-fella-that-put-this-up-didnt.html' title='Carry Mee, Extra Heavy, One Please!'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-5835356759731411263</id><published>2008-03-13T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:34:06.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a total waste of my time. Sitting in the office with nothing to do but to wait on ONE client... I'm pissed. Her stupid changes can wait till tomorrow. I need to shut down now. As if I have nothing better to do. Meng and Laine are waiting for me for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-5835356759731411263?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5835356759731411263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=5835356759731411263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/5835356759731411263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/5835356759731411263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/03/rant-post.html' title='Rant Post'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-8915446582169273459</id><published>2008-02-15T04:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T05:02:39.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Row-Man-Tick!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While driving down the LDP, I came across a new billboard. From afar it looked really cool. Just a simple white background, copy and one image. As I drove closer, this was what I saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2049/2265765972_2d6b5e9424_o.jpg" width="440" height="330" alt="marryme" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty awesome you've gotta admit. Cheesy that it was Valentine's day but still it was cool because it was daring enough that the dude on the billboard pulled it off. Now what would have been really funny would be that if Kelly Tan E Li didn't follow her normal route back from work. It was so jammed that she decided to use an alternative route or worst, she says no! An expensive marriage proposal down the drain... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-8915446582169273459?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8915446582169273459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=8915446582169273459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8915446582169273459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8915446582169273459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-row-man-tick.html' title='How Row-Man-Tick!!!'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-5319398769364270578</id><published>2008-02-12T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T14:49:12.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not too long ago, Sim and I were on medical leave on the same day. It was just a coincidence, as we didn’t plan on taking it together. I was actually not sick(hehehe), just needed a break. Sim proclaimed to be really sick although he looked fine to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim calls, “Eh! What you doing? I’m on MC la…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Me too!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met up at Old Town for a bite and decided to meet up with James to get a “package” that was sent to me from Meng. It was suppose to be a quick grab and dash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We just pick it up and go right?” Sim asked, “ Because Ika is coming over.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed and we made our way to KLCC to meet James, parked the car, had a drink and made our way back to the car park. As we arrived at the automated parking paying machine thingie, I put the ticket into the machine. After scouring through my wallet, I realised I had no small change. The biggest was 10 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sim got small change ah?” While Sim went through his wallet for the one ringgits he had, I was distracted by this white guy that told me I dropped 5 bucks on the floor. After Sim paid and of course thanking the man and making a joke with him, we made our way to the car. As we were approaching the car, I went through my pockets searching for the parking ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, do you have the ticket?!?” Now it was Sim’s turn to ransack his pockets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I also don’t have la dude! I thought you took the ticket!” And we blamed each other for a good 10 minutes before making our way back to the machine to check if  our ticket was still around. After examining the machine from top to bottom we came to the conclusion that the ticket was gone forever. So I pressed the little intercom button on the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello bang, hilang tiket la!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice came out from the tintercom, “ Come to our office. Level pitoo, palang delima.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh?? Apa??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Level P2, Palang B5!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh ok ok. Thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made our way down to Level P2, Pillar Number B5 and there it was, the parking lot office. The lady at the counter told us that it would be RM50 for a lost ticket. We have already conceded on giving up RM50, 25 each after splitting the cost. At the end, the nice lady at the counter only charged us RM3(which is what we paid for the ticket in the first place) for a new ticket. Kudos to the KLCC parking lot office! I think it was due to Sim’s muscular body and astonishing good looks. We were also a good 50 minutes late to meet up with Ika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-5319398769364270578?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5319398769364270578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=5319398769364270578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/5319398769364270578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/5319398769364270578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/ticket.html' title='Ticket'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-4465949267726016688</id><published>2007-12-27T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:10:23.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Island in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Christmas was a blast, we had the whole shebang! Hung out with friends,  dinner on the eve, turkey and all. Then a present opening Christmas morning. I think it's also partly due to having a kid in the family again. I guess my 3 year old cousin's enthusiasm brought out the Christmas spirit in all of us. I was the last generation of kids, so I used to get a lot. Now have to give a little la... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Christmas is out of the way, there is new years to look forward to, and where else than Penang. Having spent most of my years as a teenager in China, where my dad is based for work, it's always good to be back in the island. I ship out tomorrow and here's hoping for an awesome 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-4465949267726016688?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4465949267726016688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=4465949267726016688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/4465949267726016688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/4465949267726016688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/island-in-sun.html' title='Island in the Sun'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-7883949325054126218</id><published>2007-12-24T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:07:13.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Signboard Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I guess our confused business owner decided to expand his chicken tycoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2343/2133077230_e59269c6ae_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-7883949325054126218?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7883949325054126218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=7883949325054126218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7883949325054126218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7883949325054126218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/confused-signboard-part-2.html' title='Confused Signboard Part 2'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-1217065117323816137</id><published>2007-12-24T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:09:56.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owed Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I owe this to Meng, he tagged me sometime back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The phone rings, who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;- Simmie, cause we're gonna ponteng work and go play pool... aww come on it's Christmas eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;- Nop, usually i wheel it to the next car beside mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or listener?&lt;br /&gt;- I would say listener but i do get talkie when I'm tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, I actually do. I liked to be complimented!! I mean who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;- Can't even sit myself down to do the weekly crossword. So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;- I was a scout in high school, so I reckon I have a chance. Do I have a carton of cigarettes with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- Goodbye Mr. A by The Hoosiers, playing on Virgin Radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Did you ever go to a camp as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- As I said, I was a scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favourite game as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- I liked burning things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you a single?&lt;br /&gt;- Not really, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, having one now. She made me all chrismassy but I still ain't going to churh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Do you like to pursue or be pursued?&lt;br /&gt;- Errr, I like car chases either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Use three words to describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- Jelly, fluffy and super fucking funny, ok just funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Do any songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- The song that played in that Jamaican Bobsled Team movie - Cool Runnings. The scene where they crashed and pushed their bobsled pass the line. Makes me cry everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Are you continuing your education?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, my mom gave me this cheap option. Might look into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;- We had a BB gun in the studio for releasing stress, now it's busted but I haven't shot a REAL gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing that you'll grab?&lt;br /&gt;- My Powerbook, then Sheena, then my sis, then my grandma and then run back in to grab the cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.How often do you read books?&lt;br /&gt;- Not much, just design books these days. Just picked one up from the bookstore, so I'll be reading quite often for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you think more about the past, present or future?&lt;br /&gt;- Future and present. Just reminiscing on the past is enough, no need to think in too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is your favourite children's book?&lt;br /&gt;- Year of a Fourth Grade Nothing. Can't remember the author but it's brilliant! Then there was Fudge - the sequal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;- Brownish Black??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;- Taller than everyone in my family but shorter than most of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Where is your dream house located?&lt;br /&gt;- Where Home is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?&lt;br /&gt;- Errr, not that I can remember. Anyway Malaysian phone booths are kinda sucky looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;- Olive What!?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah yeah but we don't get much of that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;- I think I prefer eating more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Do you look like your mom and dad?&lt;br /&gt;- My dad. It's like God was too lazy to make a new guy, he just used back the old template of my dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.How long does it take you in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- If you include my toilet session it's about 30 mins. If just shower then 15 mins i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Can you do the splits?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh no no no, I don't have a "balls splitting" wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;- I AM LEGEND. I would have watched it last week if Elaine hadn't dragged me to watch the Golden Compass.... BORRRIINNGG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.What did you do for New Year?&lt;br /&gt;- I don't remember, guess it wasn't that important anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Was your mom a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;- That's a really bad question to ask. Seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.How many hours of sleep do you get at night?&lt;br /&gt;- Not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Do you like care bears?&lt;br /&gt;- YEAH. Fucking brilliant shit! CARE BEARS SHARE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.What do you buy at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;- a 90 minutes butt aching, non-smoking, tiny ass seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah but I prefer Chinese Poker! Chor Tai Tee babeh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;- When I hit the highways, if I'm going to the local 7-11 then not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- Boxers but I prefer nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Anything big ever happen in your hometown?&lt;br /&gt;- Only on the special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.How many meals do you eat a day?&lt;br /&gt;- 3 + 1 which is supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Do you always read friendster bulletins?&lt;br /&gt;- Nop, haven't been into friendster for ages. Facebook la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;br /&gt;- Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Ever been to L.A.?&lt;br /&gt;- Noooppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;- I had bread. Doest that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Tag 3 people.&lt;br /&gt;- I think that's the amount of viewers I have. So if you 3 people got a blog. You're tagged! Heh...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-1217065117323816137?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1217065117323816137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=1217065117323816137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1217065117323816137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1217065117323816137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-owe-this-to-meng-he-tagged-me.html' title='Owed Tagged'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-1210587066827277264</id><published>2007-12-17T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:35.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Archie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Archie's a pothead!! I have prove. It ain't just Jughead, Archie's a culprit as well!! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tzay5gzE5ac/R2ZIK6RYSxI/AAAAAAAAABU/We6pY_JM4TQ/s1600-h/archie-stoner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tzay5gzE5ac/R2ZIK6RYSxI/AAAAAAAAABU/We6pY_JM4TQ/s400/archie-stoner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144878976595413778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-1210587066827277264?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1210587066827277264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=1210587066827277264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1210587066827277264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1210587066827277264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/archie.html' title='Archie'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tzay5gzE5ac/R2ZIK6RYSxI/AAAAAAAAABU/We6pY_JM4TQ/s72-c/archie-stoner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13546582.post-4305243833333472878</id><published>2007-12-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:13:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever since I was old enough to remember, I’ve been going to Indian barbers for my haircuts. It started with my dad taking me to our local Indian barber in Tanjung Bungah, Concord to be exact. Then my grandma took me there as well since I was staying in her house after school when I was super young. It was just down the road and we would take a ten minute walk to get me a fresh cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I’ve had the odd saloon visits now and then. 30 ringgit for a cut just didn’t tickle my fancy. I mean yeah, they could basically stylize your hair and what not but seeing as I have limited hair (I’m not going bald… it’s just thin hair runs in the family) I would like to keep it simple. It doesn’t get any simpler than walking into the barber and going, “Uncle, back short front not too short.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I first arrived in KL for studies, it was a bit difficult for me to find a good Indian barber to make my regular. There were requirements set by the local barber back home. 3 criteria’s need to be met:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Good body oder.&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendly and good with the customers.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gives a good head and back massage (Now you don’t get that at your saloons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during my initial couple of years in KL, I rarely cut my hair. Usually during my semester breaks back in Penang, I would return to the barber I visited religiously as a kid. Another reason was being in a rock band, you had to walk the walk and not just talk the talk. So I was also subjected to keeping my hair long as well as wanting to know what the fuss was about. I never really liked it, most of the time it got in the way of my sleeping, making the neck area very hot and of course tough to sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started working at my sales job, it was kind of a requirement to have your hair neat, short and tidy as to give a better impression to the customers. I tried a few Indian barbers but never could get the right one. It was either a damn blur Indian barber who barely understood, “Belakang pendek, depan jangan pendek sangat.” Or they smelled funky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although now I can proudly say I found one that almost equal the one I had back home. Very near to my Puchong home as well! I’ve never looked back since. Just got another cut after a while, since I was working as a designer now, I just thought it’d be cool to leave the hair a bit longer but it got in the way of my sleep again. So a couple of days ago I got it cut again, spotting a little like Chow Yun Fatt after the cut. Indian barbers somehow like combing my hair all the way back after a cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the best part is, the cut is still under RM10... only RM9 babeh!!! With a short head and back massage as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2295/2110181027_64bac90344_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-4305243833333472878?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4305243833333472878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=4305243833333472878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/4305243833333472878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/4305243833333472878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/barber.html' title='Barber'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-2197033937115857943</id><published>2007-12-04T15:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:17:10.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog and Cat's Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dog's Diary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favourite! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cat's Diary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 183 of my captivity. My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. Maybe I should try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. I must try this on their bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait. It's only a matter of time.&lt;/div&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/13546582-2197033937115857943?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2197033937115857943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=2197033937115857943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/2197033937115857943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/2197033937115857943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/dog-and-cats-diary_04.html' title='A Dog and Cat&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-5135462799369155350</id><published>2007-12-04T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:12:35.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Signboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apparently they don't just do cars.... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2114/2083617809_192183ec2c_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-5135462799369155350?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5135462799369155350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=5135462799369155350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/5135462799369155350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/5135462799369155350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/confused-signboard.html' title='Confused Signboard'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-5125845274122634164</id><published>2007-11-27T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:10:45.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamer's Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight just as I was about to shut things up for the day, Vincent came over to the office. We had a cigarette together and I finish packing up my laptop. While I was doing that, he was inviting Ben and Vic for a game of DOTA. If you guys don’t know what DOTA is, it’s actually a role playing game(RPG) incorporated from the World of Warcraft(WOW) for LAN network playing. I refused profusely despite their consistent persuasion. I just couldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings me back to the early days of high school. Around form 1 to 3. I was hooked to online RPG’s. This was way before the time of WOW and any other online multiplayer RPG. This was the time of text-base online RPG! Yes folks, text-base…you heard it right. How you may ask can someone be so engulfed into text-base games. Well I guess it started from those game books, which was text-base fantasy, where you would play this character and jump to different pages of the book as you chose a direction in which your hero would go or the choices he makes. Some would lead you to death, a battle with some warlord or sex with a hot princess. Okay, I was just making up the sex with a hot princess part but you get the jeez of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered being quite close to a friend, Chiat, during that period. He was the one that got me into this text-base RPG called zMUD. MUD stands for Multi User Dungeon.We were very fond of this world called Arctic and more specifically we hung out in the city of Tarsis. Arctic players will know what I’m talking about. Sorry about all the fantasy jargons. I still remember Tarsis was in the south of Arctic and a lot of quests could be done to the south of Tarsis as there were high experience points to be gain from the creatures you killed there. It was good for leveling when you were around the level 12-20 area. I remember playing a Cleric, which I named Siobhan. I actually named it after Brian McClair’s (he is an ex-Manchester United striker) daughter. So when you play a character to level 25 and above you get to put a title on it. It’s kind of like a Datukship for their world. Siobhan’s would be Madam Siobhan McClair, Healer of South Arctic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remembered after the Armageddon (the programmers do this every once in a while just to refresh everything for a new start – I’ve personally have been through one, it’s like you are just going about your business and “ARMAGEDDON” appears in the middle of your screen and you can’t log in anymore), I played a Paladin, which was basically a Warrior with magic powers. Good with blades and freezing people. Also because the game was text-base, you couldn’t see a physical form of your character in 3D graphics. You move from room to room by typing N S E or W representing each bearing of the compass and you would have to read the description of the room. The words do the fighting for you. Sentences such as “You have obliterated the little bunny with your sword” would describe how you hit your opponent. The harder you hit the more brutal the word becomes. For example, the word obliterated in the sentence could be replaced with “miss”, “barely hit”, “very hard”  and so forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people including Ben did not grasp on the concept. He gave me that “so where’s the fun?” kind of look, but it was all we had back then. Where RPG nuts like me actually got to share their experience with other RPG nuts from around the world. Interacting online from your own home on those Pentium I’s running on Windows 98. Feels very nostalgic thinking back. It did however leave a black mark over me. I would get so hooked to leveling my character and being in that world rather than mine. I think there was a time when I was barely off the game. I would be on it literally the whole night until it was time for school the next morning. Then slept in between classes and got back to the game once I got home. It made my grades slip and did poorly in my PMR exams. My mom went nuts because I sky rocketed the phone bills! We were on dial up still then, so you could imagine the phone bill got very expensive if I was on it every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I decided that it was time to take a bow. I shall play RPG’s no more. Well that didn’t last long. Once I got a better computer, I started playing NWN and Diablo. Those were all fun but mostly for single player or LAN games. I feel that I have totally quit RPG these days. Nothing I touch on the PS2 or my Mac is RPG, they mostly consist of Arcade and Adventure games. My favourite genre being sports ie: Pro Evolution Soccer Series, NBA series and also the fame Need For Speed series. Mafia games are cool too. I would say Championship Manager is the closest game I play these days that is to a RPG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Ben’s been telling me more and more about WOW, trying to get me into it but I shall not succumb to RPG ecstasy. A Full blown 3D graphics multiplayer online game! I fear if I start this one, I won’t be able to quit. Yeah it seems harmless at first. Follow them over to the internet café for a 1-hour game of DOTA that will go on for 2-3 hours. Then slowly get the groove of RPG again. Then start WOW, so I can play for home and build on a character and watch him grow into an ultimate bad ass in the game. Just too much to handle, don’t think I can take it all in. Must not succumb….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-5125845274122634164?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5125845274122634164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=5125845274122634164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/5125845274122634164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/5125845274122634164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/gamers-confession.html' title='Gamer&apos;s Confession'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-888355721681017285</id><published>2007-11-18T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T15:54:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss' Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The epitome of Chinese can be described in Karaoke bars. Last night was Ben’s birthday and &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; he decided to head to Red Box for a party. Bad karaoke buffet, practically tasteless, watered down beer and cheesy karaoke videos. Still got drunk which was sufficient enough to make us have fun. I personally did a rendition on Whitney Houston’s hit “I will always love you”. Reminds me so much of Lit. tuition back in the day when we used to make fun of that song so much, it was practically an athem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2253/2042072165_019b3cae8b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boss and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2262/2042066955_6f94f494a6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2030/2042073283_eaa9891a41_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron, the man who never takes pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2090/2042871438_4692eb83fb_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2402/2042874324_f9695b8cdc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another type of jiwang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2376/2042069781_600a0ed07a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy Karaoke Cake Time!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-888355721681017285?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/888355721681017285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=888355721681017285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/888355721681017285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/888355721681017285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/boss-birthday.html' title='Boss&apos; Birthday'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-7591627599803952593</id><published>2007-11-17T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:03:37.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Create Outline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“You will make that mistake one, someday. Any new designer will always make that mistake.” Meng claimed to me. That was about a month back and I was in The Agency for barely a month. I always thought to myself, who could make such a simple mistake. It’s just creating outline. How hard can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I stand before you today, 2 months into the job and yes, I forgot to create outline for one of my files before sending it off to the printers. Being cocky about it in the beginning is going to make me pay when Meng finds out about this. So here I am on a Saturday afternoon after being hurried by my AE to get the files e-mailed over to the printers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my defence, I was trying to balance 3 jobs while I was outputting the files but then again I’m still going to get shit from Meng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-7591627599803952593?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7591627599803952593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=7591627599803952593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7591627599803952593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7591627599803952593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/create-outline.html' title='Create Outline'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-3578583652398418067</id><published>2007-11-08T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:08:46.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_addiction" style="color: #D64B32; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 286px; height: 128px; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 17px; background: url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/234/971/blog_addiction.99mze2qwxn.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 30px;"&gt;64%&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;How Addicted to Blogging Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless. So I ain't tagging no one but I seriously don't think I'm 64% addicted to blogging.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-3578583652398418067?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3578583652398418067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=3578583652398418067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/3578583652398418067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/3578583652398418067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/addiction-tag.html' title='Addiction Tag'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-8194955270759459354</id><published>2007-11-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T23:50:38.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 and a half months later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tired, uninspired and feeling a tad bit burnt out. I never thought that the advertising industry would be so taxing on your tolerance to take in the seemingly endless workflow. Well I guess it’s a phase The AGENCY is in at the moment. Our business is at its’ peak and I’m the only designer working in the studio (despite the occasional visits from Peggy – the owner to help me out). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also getting to know a weird colleague that comes in for 1 and a half weeks and then leave because she couldn’t take the pressure didn’t help the situation. I was glad though, if I had to endure anymore of her Bollywood hip-hop music, I’d go crazy!  Anyway that was a part of the past for The Agency like The Intern is. Imagine the nerve this guy had trying to pick a fight with me when I asked him to do a little small job – after deleting my working file which I had to re-do in 2 hours because of the deadline. Stupid KDU Mass Comm student who thinks he’s good because he had one class of Photoshop. I think he was the single most annoying person I have ever met other than Roby. I would just like to add that he will never survive in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely caught any shut eye today, working my ass off to meet deadlines from stupid clients. Now that we’ve already hired a new designer, who will be coming in sometime in the middle of the month, hopefully things will look up. 1 and a half months in and I’m still surviving even though the workload is mad. Special thanks to Sheena, The Tall and Porky for hearing to me rant! Here’s to another 1 and a half months and hopefully much much more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, who’s up for spring cleaning? The studio really looks like Hurricane Advertising just came through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-8194955270759459354?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8194955270759459354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=8194955270759459354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8194955270759459354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8194955270759459354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/11/tired-uninspired-and-feeling-tad-bit.html' title='1 and a half months later'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-8932628295364775500</id><published>2007-10-05T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T05:19:01.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Banking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was browsing the web earlier tonight. The usual websites, checking the iMac's because Ben promised one earlier for THE AGENCY. I can't wait... *drool*. Let's hope he keeps to his word. Also checking out the iPod Touch but with such low hard disk space, I'm considering the Classic instead. I can live without the multi touch screen. Anyway, I somehow found myself browsing Al Rajhi Malaysia's bank website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have anyone actually realize that their logo kind of resemble someone giving you the finger? They don't even try to cover it up, it's just blatantly out there for all to see! As I was loading the website, it got all funky on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1430/1484881143_31d9501b55_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just screaming, "Fuck off! Can't you see I'm sleeping!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's screaming in some sort of HTML language hence the 'Error Occured while Processing Request' title. Crazy error messages all over the screen. All layed out in such disaray. If my speakers starts screaming right now, it would totally freak me out. This would be my report if I was some kind of website surveyor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEB SURVEY REPORT&lt;br /&gt;Hardware - Apple Powerbook 12" G4&lt;br /&gt;Operating System - OS X 10.4 Tiger&lt;br /&gt;Browser Used - Safari v2.04&lt;br /&gt;Website Visited - Al Rajhi Malaysia &lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;Website was sleeping and asked me to come back another day. He flicked me off which was pretty rude. He also took a tone on me and showed a lot of attitude. Will try on Windows platform next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-8932628295364775500?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8932628295364775500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=8932628295364775500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8932628295364775500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8932628295364775500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-browsing-web-earlier-tonight.html' title='Online Banking'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-999009054750970812</id><published>2007-10-03T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T03:55:06.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Messi(ah!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I don't really follow Spanish football, just a bit here and there but I think everyone should know who the best in the world is. The following is a snipet taken off from Phill Ball's Soccernet entry which describes it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Barcelona, on the other hand, have used the period most fruitfully, stuffing everybody left, right and centre. Crisis what crisis? - whose subtext reads 'Who needs Ronaldinho?' Well, Grimsby Town for example, but let's not go down that road. Ronaldinho has at times in his Barça career appeared to be the Anointed One, particularly with all that gooey stuff glinting in his locks, but he has been supplanted by the new Messiah, as several Barça bloggers are now calling the little Argentine. It is also interesting, in this context, to see - in any given generation of footballers - how long it takes the world press to actually come out and state 'X is the best in the world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several writers were on the point of saying it last season, after Messi's famous goal against Getafe enabled those easier comparisons with Maradona, but something held them back - maybe the presence of a relatively (though not entirely) untroubled Ronaldinho on the scene, and also the fact that up to then, Messi had flitted in and out of competition, gloriously at times but with that butterfly fragility that suggested that he might just not hack it physically - certainly not enough to attain the consistency that finally earns you 'the best' label.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 'problem' with Messi is that despite several attempts of late to make him more media-friendly, he's not exactly Mr Charisma. Nice enough guy, of course, and quite amusing when given the chance to talk, but hardly a source of witty and controversial sound-bites. And try as you might, you just can't see him emerging from the disco steps at 2.30 in the morning, nor shielding his face from the paparazzi flash-bulbs as he is caught in flagrante with some society floozie. It's just not going to happen, mainly because you know he's at home sipping his late night hot chocolate before saying good night to his mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldinho, of course, is/was no oil painting, but his looks are a source of comment and are a gift to in-house newspaper caricaturists far and wide. Maradona himself was hardly possessed of film-star looks, and was of similar stature to the tiny Messi, but at least with him you could depend on a decent repertoire of histrionics, illegal substances and ludicrous one-liners. Unless Messi uses his recent salary hike to employ a personal trainer cum spin-doctor, the press may continue to only consider him the best in the world if he actually plays good football. What a thing indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there were times this week, against poor Zaragoza and Levante, when you were keenly aware of the fact that when Messi receives the ball in certain positions, with a certain lay-out of players, angle, distance and pitch before him, he is simply unstoppable. The proof of greatness is surely that. You just think - 'He's going to score soon', and he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Levante, a side bottom of the league but not without spirit, he simply ran them ragged. Henry scored a hat-trick, but funnily enough did not play particularly well. The goals will do him good, but his first was courtesy of a shot from Messi that bounced back into his path, and the second was thanks to an excellent pass from the tiny genius. You could see the Levante players panic and lose concentration every time Messi got the ball. It's the prefect recipe for the other players in the team (Barça) to improve too, because no-one is taking any notice of them. Italian journalists said something similar when Maradona won Serie A with Napoli. Brilliant though Maradona was, it was the turbulence created in his wake that enabled the other players to shine, so preoccupied were opponents with attempting to nullify the Argentine's threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in terms of individual threat, Messi's goal against Levante was particularly interesting. With the game already killed off at 0-3, Messi receives a long crossfield ball, out on the right wing. As he advances, Bruno Cirillo, Levante's Italian defender, reluctantly chooses to put up some token resistance. Knowing that he cannot jump in, because Messi will simply skip past him on either side, Cirillo jogs to goal-side of Messi, hoping to hold him on the edge of the area, until reinforcements arrive. To the left of the camera shot, they are riding in on tired horses, exhausted by the battle so far. But no-one is actually marking either Iniesta (running up in support) or Henry, peeling off again to the far post in the hope of a fourth goal for the evening. Messi, who not only has great skill but perfect vision too - makes his decision. It's almost apologetic, but he moves inside Cirillo, as if to run across him, then suddenly swivels and changes direction, so fast that the Italian, already with the weight on his wrong foot, simply stumbles. On his face you see the expression 'Damn! I knew you were going to do that, but I still couldn't stop you' (however you say that in Italian), upon which our hero skips into the penalty area, pivots on his right foot and sends the ball swerving low across the Levante keeper with his left - plop into the net - exactly as you had suspected he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the beauty of greatness. You can see what the anointed ones are probably going to do, and lo and behold they do it - but as Cirillo would no doubt remark - there's no solution to the problem. Kick him? Well you can try, but for most of the fifty-one minutes Messi was on the pitch, he was simply too fast for anyone to even foul him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as final proof of the pudding of greatness, the Levante supporters rose to applaud him as was taken off by Rijkaard, presumably to save his legs for the Champions League this week. That doesn't often happen in La Liga. So by the way, Messi is the best in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1068/1472136929_5c877149d5.jpg?v=0" width="440" height="312"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail The Messiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-999009054750970812?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/999009054750970812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=999009054750970812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/999009054750970812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/999009054750970812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/messiah.html' title='The Messi(ah!)'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-1098990080268109680</id><published>2007-10-02T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:32:34.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’m not Christian but I seriously believe there is a God or something similar to Him. He’s got to be cool, like someone with a good sense of humor and just plain charismatic. Like Morgan Freeman, who plays ‘God’ in the AllMighty movies. He has got to be extravagantly witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write him a letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;316, Heavenly Lane,&lt;br /&gt;Cloud Palace Golf Resort,&lt;br /&gt;808088 Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear The All Mighty Dude Upstairs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me start by saying thanks for getting my parents together so they could have me. I also thank You for the wonderful life that I have been given so far. I mean there are my ups and downs but I am not complaining. I know that I’m in a better situation than more people in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished You’d make thinks easier on most of us. Give us a clue on which road to take and which are the right choices to make. In light of this, I’ve actually browsed through Your website(www.dudeupstairs.com) and been through your catalogue(which I must say was a very neat layout) and would like to place an order for your latest book, “Your Right Choice” and also the very critically acclaim “How To Live for Dummies”. Just debit it from my account once You send the books. You should know my account number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to take this opportunity to ask for Your forgiveness on my sins. Hopefully You’ll see it fit to lift some points deduction which would give me a far better chance of getting into Heaven. I promise never to litter anymore. I know You’re thinking about the smoking thingy but I do litter as much as I smoke. You should know, I’m sure Mother Nature has been complaining to You about me non-stop. My friend, Elaine Tan, the one that thinks she’s a copywriter, You should know her. She taught me today that all the cigarette butts I threw away in some drain would cause some chemical reaction to the butt and release some toxic poisonous substance and go all the way to the sea. So I’ll stop doing that too, “Always Bin Your Butt!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are at the topic of getting into Heaven, would there be a reply to me asking when exactly do you think I’ll ‘kick the bucket’? It doesn’t have to be an exact answer such as date and time but a little hint would be nice. Even how it happens. I know it’s a dodgy subject in Your book and a lot have failed trying. Still it would be nice if You could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I would like to thank You for blessing me with the strength and courage to deal with other humans on Earth. I appreciate the fact that You have made us all equal and that You apparently love all Your children equally but I’m here to say from first hand experience You have got to think that through. Now what was going through your mind when you created them but I’m sure You have Your reasons. You can get back to me on that later. No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know You are a very busy man and I shall not take up any further of Your time. Just maybe You could give my grandfathers a little shout out and also to Your son, Jesus. Hope that You can get back to me on some of the questions and also not forgetting the books I’ve ordered. Thanks for caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Loved Child,&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do You think You can turn down the heat in this country a bit? It’s hot as a mother fucker in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-1098990080268109680?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1098990080268109680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=1098990080268109680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1098990080268109680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1098990080268109680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/10/main-man.html' title='Main Man'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-8394566485021914943</id><published>2007-09-25T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:54:15.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not to long ago, my cat, June, was on heat. So here's a video of her getting ready to... you know what. She kept lifting her butt as if ready for a... you know what, to come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqqMYBxbcvg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqqMYBxbcvg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-8394566485021914943?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8394566485021914943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=8394566485021914943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8394566485021914943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8394566485021914943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/hot-cat.html' title='Hot Cat'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-1223297677730295700</id><published>2007-09-20T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T02:41:32.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been getting this weird dreams lately and it's always been the same. Alright, the situation is I'm driving and I always have a passenger, whether it's my mom or The Tall, doesn't matter. So, driving down the highway and in the distance I see the toll booth. Just driving towards the toll booth like normal but everytime I arrive at the toll, I just drive and ram through it! ALL THE TIME! And it's always like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone that reads this knows about dreams please enlighten me. To recap, always have a passenger, always on the same highway (LDP), same toll booth and always just drive pass without paying. I seriously need better dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-1223297677730295700?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1223297677730295700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=1223297677730295700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1223297677730295700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1223297677730295700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-6865303343177703559</id><published>2007-09-14T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T18:48:27.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush with the Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Driving in KL at around 5:30pm is kind of a suicidal mission, especially if you’re in the regions of Jalan Tun Razak. Moving the car would be a luxury that is hard to come by. So as I was stuck with Ken (a new colleague), he introduced to me a new way to cut through some traffic. Basically we had to go through this training medical centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we came back on to Jalan Tun Razak, we were stuck in the smaller road, as the cops had blocked off the route to the main road. So, we were basically back to step one. As I was inching my through the traffic, I noticed a traffic policeman standing in between the small and main road. His motorbike was parked on the small road and was disrupting traffic a little because it was jotting out and cars had to swerve a bit to the left to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Simple enough,” I thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came approaching the motorbike, I had to slowly swerve left to avoid it. To my dismay, I did not swerve enough and my side mirror brushed the side mirror of the bike and it dropped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh shit!” I shouted out and then I heard a ‘CRACK’! “Oh shit! I ran over it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately stopped the car and wind down the window. “How now brother? Must pay back lah,” the cop said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, must pay back. How much ah bro?” I agreed with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Depends on how much you want to give loh,” But I really had no idea how much a set of side mirror for a motorbike would cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, I ended up giving him RM20 and he was really happy with it. He kept saying that he liked my attitude. I gave him a pat on the back and went on my way. Ken gave me shit all the way back to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-6865303343177703559?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6865303343177703559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=6865303343177703559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6865303343177703559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6865303343177703559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/09/driving-in-kl-at-around-530pm-is-kind.html' title='Brush with the Law'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-6381940364132050352</id><published>2007-08-25T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:17:02.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Baterry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1154/1231975656_62e30c2b24.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sheena had decided to cook breakfast today, we had to go to the market and get some groceries. So as we hoped into the car that's when I found out the car baterry was dead. I remember changing it only a few months back but the Waja is just a baterry energy sucking vampire. It has happened before, barely 5-6 months and the baterry gives way and it all started when I changed to those new batteries that does not require you to fill in the baterry water. It's those modern ones where there's a light signal to tell if and when the baterry is weak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1045/1231108751_fabfb88ac6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I had to call the workshop and they sent a mechanic over to change my baterry. I opted for the old school types where you filled up the water. Still that cost me a whopping RM160. Let's hope my pay comes in before the 29th so I can head down to Penang for the Merdeka weekend. Anybody who is willing to contribute, please be my guest. You just have to pay for fuel and toll. I'll bring the battery. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-6381940364132050352?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6381940364132050352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=6381940364132050352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6381940364132050352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6381940364132050352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/dead-baterry.html' title='Dead Baterry'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-8279666966367447141</id><published>2007-08-24T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:59:51.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been consumed by what I hate. What I used to think was wrong. Life is peculiar, you sometimes think you know where you’re going but every once in a while there’s that bend in the road and you can’t see the big picture anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is this what you really want?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left to ponder my actions, that I was following my heart and it will be all right. I assured myself. I am quite excited actually, like a burden off my shoulders. Actions should have been taken long before now. Now that it has, a new challenge lies ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should be more ambitious but let’s stick to what there is rather than straying too far into the future. There should be a plan somewhere. I will get into the feel within the coming months and make my plans from then on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This should be good." I thought, "Time for some Winning Eleven..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-8279666966367447141?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8279666966367447141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=8279666966367447141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8279666966367447141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/8279666966367447141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/ponder.html' title='Ponder'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-7760911042969885560</id><published>2007-08-24T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:01:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rompin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1259/1221861667_451a320b98.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently HP held a boot camp Kuala Rompin, Pahang. &lt;a href="http://www.summerset.com.my/"&gt;Summerset Colonial Hotel &amp; Villas&lt;/a&gt; to be more exact. It was to introduce the new Blades Server that was coming out as well as most of the Mid Range family products. There were loads of games, food and an abundance of alcohol. Sheena actually came on the second last day, very sweet of her. Driving all the way, and trust me it's a long drive. I'll leave you guys with some pictures, which I must credit to Mr. Lee Kim Liang, my colleague from the Penang branch. He brought his sweet Digital SLR with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1071/1221772707_8cebe2617c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1422/1222631940_52f226f711.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seaside was really windy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1262/1221758999_33a1db19ab.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1181/1221750423_87b2e4bdc8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1148/1222618958_21a2a30539.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumerset's Coffee House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1201/1222616120_94151d7e3b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lobby and front entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1210/1221763115_b32a0827a7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1176/1222623420_7b3e3673e4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1366/1221746329_c6ebe81fb9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These buggy's were some awesome wheels. Imagine go karting for rough terrains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/1221766399_f549e9b5bd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team actually finished third overall in the competition. We were actually at no.1 by the end of the second day but we blew it all during our physical portion of the competition. We won this 60GB external Hard Drive which doesn't work on my mac. &lt;s&gt;Fuck!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1002/1221747947_1a0f3f70e1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i all, it was good fun, meeting new friends and consuming way too much alcohol &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-7760911042969885560?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7760911042969885560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=7760911042969885560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7760911042969885560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7760911042969885560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/rompin.html' title='Rompin'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-415637727222546734</id><published>2007-08-23T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:37:54.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is a conversation with Meng and I, basically he had a tag on his blog and listed me as one of his links of friends with their own blog. So I'm not sure whether it's just the list or that I actually got tagged myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian says:&lt;br /&gt;you listed me in the tag ah&lt;br /&gt;ian says:&lt;br /&gt;does that mean i have to do the tag also?&lt;br /&gt;Maui wauie says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Maui wauie says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Maui wauie says:&lt;br /&gt;:¬)&lt;br /&gt;ian says:&lt;br /&gt;the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;ian says:&lt;br /&gt;so pointless....&lt;br /&gt;Maui wauie says:&lt;br /&gt;old skkol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes the pointless tag. I need to list out 5 friends with blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://sheenageh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheena, me darlings.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://brokenscar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kev, Mr. Broken Scar himself!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://kaki-bangku.blogspot.com/"&gt;Simran, dude you should continue blogging, you write well!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/vmorphine/"&gt;Vivian, my cousin who apparently does morphine...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://http://www.julsgp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ju, Meng's niece who is 5 months older(I basically ran out of friends with blogs so I've gotta re-post Ju's blog eventhough it's already in Meng's).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to be clear on this, all those that I've linked here you guys are tagged. Happy tagging!(eventhough it's a bloody waste of time...)&lt;/div&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/13546582-415637727222546734?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/415637727222546734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=415637727222546734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/415637727222546734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/415637727222546734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged-or-not.html' title='Tagged or not?'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-7800734083807562252</id><published>2007-08-18T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T03:19:53.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't be bothered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was supposed to finish up this freelance job I got tonight but I just couldn’t be bothered. It’s a bloody weekend for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to chill. I can’t be bothered about work and serving customers to that extra degree just to show added value. Who needs the extra work and stress? It’s not like I get paid extra for any of this shit! Couldn’t be fuck about my manager text messaging me in the middle of the night asking me about updates on his account while he’s on holiday in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly why I haven’t handed my resignation letter to my GM is because I want to hand it up to my manager and see the reaction on his face when I tell him. No changing my mind this time, no empty promises of a brighter future can keep me at this job any longer. No more facing &lt;s&gt;fuckass&lt;/s&gt; jackass customers face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m excited about the new job, the possibility of a new start. Though I will miss the perks of IT Sales such as getaway trips to Rompin (which I am still to blog about) and of course the countless amount of free booze! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck! The alcohol was killing me anyway. So time to chill and dream of a better future to come...&lt;/div&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/13546582-7800734083807562252?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7800734083807562252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=7800734083807562252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7800734083807562252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7800734083807562252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/couldnt-be-bothered.html' title='Couldn&apos;t be bothered'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-7042545055869914447</id><published>2007-08-16T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:49:09.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Over the past few months, I haven't really been able to focus on work. Having passed down my resignation a few months back, I came to thinking again that maybe I should quit and pursue a career in advertising but I decided to revoked the letter of resignation. The last time I went for an interview, I got smacked right down to the ground, mainly because I had no advertising experience hence my decision not to quit this current job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng will be the first to acknowledge my ranting (Sorry dude for all the MSN rants! Hehe).  A change was needed as I was rotting at work and Meng was actually counting the times I rant to him about my job in a week. It got kind of depressing. As if a twist of fate, Ben, Ju’s brother, called me. Telling me he was currently running an advertising agency and needed some help when the workload got too much to handle. He was offering me some freelance job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind back a couple of months when Ju actually called me up, telling me that her friends ran this advertising agency and wanted to sell it off or something. Ben and she were trying to get buyers for the place and they were asking if Meng and I would be interested in working there as the buyers knew nothing about running an ad agency. We had our doubts because the whole situation seems kind of dodgy. No offence guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now fast forward back to when Ben gave me a call. We decided to meet up and have a chat. I also really wanted to check out his office, so I insisted in meeting up there. I really liked the office and the environment. It was a corner house in SS2, facing a field and was a very quiet housing area, away from the highway. The ground floor was the sales and administration office and on the mezzanine floor was the designers’ office. It was clean but messy but like Meng said, “If and ad agency is tidy, you know it’s not doing too well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben then offered me a full time position as his most (and only) senior designer handed in his resignation on that day itself. After discussing some terms with him, he wanted me to meet with the owners to fasten up the process of hiring me. I was nervous as shit, knowing owners they can sometimes be very intimidating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After advice from Meng and Elaine, I steadied my ship and gave them what I would think to be one hell of a presentation, selling more of myself than my artworks which mostly consist of College work. So now I’m halfway through the door, just need to get my resignation from this company out of the way. It’s just my boss has not been in the office the whole day and I’ve got my resignation letter lying on my desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully I get to do that soon and here’s to change.&lt;/div&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/13546582-7042545055869914447?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7042545055869914447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=7042545055869914447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7042545055869914447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7042545055869914447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-2605842439698512843</id><published>2007-08-08T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:30:26.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hourly Rate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While picking up Ryan from Pudu one day, I noticed this sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/iancheah/hourly.jpg" width="400" length="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's not worth advertising that you're a whore house. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-2605842439698512843?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2605842439698512843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=2605842439698512843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/2605842439698512843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/2605842439698512843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/hourly-rate.html' title='Hourly Rate'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-7178036505643390517</id><published>2007-08-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:02:42.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday The Tall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kok Meister! Good luck on the portfolio! 18 days to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-7178036505643390517?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7178036505643390517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=7178036505643390517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7178036505643390517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7178036505643390517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-tall.html' title='Happy Birthday The Tall!'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-4591415411083468588</id><published>2007-08-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:35:44.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Marche-d Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Sunday, Sheena and I decided to go for lunch at Marche, The Curve. She was telling me how it was and "all you can eat" restaurant. I clearly insisted that I remembered my colleagues talking about it but it was only for a certain day. The rest of the days, it's ala carte but she kept insisting that it was one price for as much food as you want! Since I'm wrong most of the time, I decided to go along with what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, the waiter gave us two cards(kinda like the coffee bean cards where they chop if everytime you buy drink) for us to get chopped everytime we order food. This meant we had to pay for every food we ordered... ala carte style! I was right for once, hehe but we decided to eat there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/iancheah/crazytuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right! Only available on a Tuesday. With some strick terms and conditions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything looked so good there, we kinda over ordered. We got half a roasted chicken, smoked salmon pizza, chicken cream sauce pasta and a salami sausage - 1 foot. To our amazement the food really sucked. The chicken was a knock off from Kenny Rogers. The salmon on the pizza was too salty. The pasta plained sucked and the salami sausage was also too salty. We still pigged out because we were starving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/iancheah/marche.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We needed TJ's help to finish the pizza though. He then complained that his Fish &amp; Chips took 20 minutes to arrive as everybody was cutting his cue. The bill came up to a whopping RM 122. With TJ's portion only RM16. Fucking "all you can eat" my ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-4591415411083468588?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4591415411083468588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=4591415411083468588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/4591415411083468588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/4591415411083468588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-marche-d-out.html' title='All Marche-d Out'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-7221934989241384806</id><published>2007-08-01T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:51:36.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambo9??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Saturday night, after watching The Simpsons Movie, I went for a birthday party. It was a friend of Sheena's. So basically it was Sheena, Ju, Ben (Ju's brother) and his girlfriend, Vicky, Dawn and her two friends which I really can't remember their names. I think one of them was John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the party was at TTDI, in a club called Bamboo. It was my first time there and when I arrived, the sign of the placed spelled Bambo9. You guys get it? As in Bambo-9, well without the dash in the middle. So I was pretty much wondering whether it was actually called Bambo-9, or it's just one of those cool text messaging short forms like "sk8ter" or "10ks 4 d gift" kinda thing. If it was one of those, it was not a very good one. I mean at least "sk8ter"'s got some substance and some balance in the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara (Sheena's birthday-girl friend) calls the place Bamboo and so does everyone else. So who am I to argue? Anyway here are some pics from the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/iancheah/mybabyni.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/iancheah/juni.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/iancheah/dawnnju.jpg"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on the way back, we stopped by at Rainforest to meet up with another friend of Sheena's. Julian was this butch lesbian with a nice lesbian partner. When Mr. Timberlake's Sexy Back came on, I got some nice piece of lesbian action happening in front of me. Sorry no pictures though... You've just got to trust me on this one. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-7221934989241384806?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7221934989241384806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=7221934989241384806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7221934989241384806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/7221934989241384806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/bambo9.html' title='Bambo9??'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-6894287150033864751</id><published>2007-08-01T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:52:07.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simpsons Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freewebs.com/iancheah/simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it arrives after about a year knowing that &lt;a href="http://www.thesimpsonsmovie.com"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/a&gt; are coming to the big screen. Every true fan should watch this movie. It is hilarious. By far the funniest movie I have watched this year. 90 minutes of freaking laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-6894287150033864751?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6894287150033864751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=6894287150033864751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6894287150033864751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6894287150033864751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/08/simpsons-movie.html' title='The Simpsons Movie'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-2871872997680831002</id><published>2007-07-30T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:43:28.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TheTB Forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You heard it here first... The TB forum is back up online. Life is back as we know it again!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.thetb.org/" target="new"&gt; Forum Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-2871872997680831002?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2871872997680831002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=2871872997680831002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/2871872997680831002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/2871872997680831002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/thetb-forum.html' title='TheTB Forum'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-6231206749125344640</id><published>2007-07-27T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: lef;"&gt;This weekend was supposed to be spent in Penang. There was hesitant before making the decision not to go. Resources were tapped out quite dry and my pay came one day too late. Well there will always be next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me more is that weekends in KL are getting very redundant. Sheena made plans though, with Ju, TJ and a couple of her friends. We're watching The Simpsons movie! I think we've got to attend a birthday party as well. Swimming on Sunday morning and maybe football in the evening. I guessed it'll be a nice change to this gloomy KL weather. It's also better than staying home all day playing Winning Eleven on the PS2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang would have been great though. Chugging down a few beers with Meng and Vig. Anyway, will report back on the weekend activities. As for now, I have to go hit the PS2 and get my daily dose of some Winning Eleven Action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tzay5gzE5ac/Rqn-7j6zSTI/AAAAAAAAABE/6v0leW0tvm4/s1600-h/csj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tzay5gzE5ac/Rqn-7j6zSTI/AAAAAAAAABE/6v0leW0tvm4/s400/csj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091881152926665010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-6231206749125344640?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6231206749125344640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=6231206749125344640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6231206749125344640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6231206749125344640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tzay5gzE5ac/Rqn-7j6zSTI/AAAAAAAAABE/6v0leW0tvm4/s72-c/csj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13546582.post-969019622276049170</id><published>2007-07-27T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:51:13.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything you can do, I can do better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: lef;"&gt;For those following F1, you should be aware of the on-going saga that is the Alonso-Hamilton rivalry. Basically for those who don't know, Hamilton's the young rookie who's been winning more races than the current champion, Alonso. Hamilton has really been impressive, to quote my dad, "Those days when 20 white men chased a black man they call it kunta-kunte, now it's called F1."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that they're in the same team? McLaren Mercedez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mercedez has used this to their advantage by producing a brilliant ad. &lt;b&gt;PURE MARKETING GENIUS!&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpK2t3gh2Co"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpK2t3gh2Co" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Mercs are damn fucking sweet too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-969019622276049170?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/969019622276049170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=969019622276049170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/969019622276049170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/969019622276049170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-those-following-f1-you-should-be.html' title='Anything you can do, I can do better'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-6688914510452805251</id><published>2007-07-26T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:09:03.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: lef;"&gt;Design new header....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-6688914510452805251?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6688914510452805251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=6688914510452805251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6688914510452805251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/6688914510452805251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-4181643054308972805</id><published>2007-07-25T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T00:09:17.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After work and dinner, I arrived home around 7:20ish in the pm. Just in time for Sportscentre. As I sat on my sofa, I turned on the tele and caught the end of the early/Malaysian edition of the popular sports news program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this segment regarding the Asia Cup that caught my eye. Throughout the competition, I was watching it on TV and always thought of going. Never actually bothered to put my thoughts into action... until now! So I popped open the HP laptop and typed "Asian Cup" in Google. Got the official website on the first link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gathered information about the game in Bukit Jalil. There was a game on Wednesday and also found out how to get tickets. I immediately called Vig, "Chaaaa, wanna go to an Asian Game semis tomorrow ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit! Who's playing cha?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iraq vs South Korea man!" I remembered the last time we went for a sports match in Bukit Jalil was the Sultan Azlan Shah Cup last year. So Vig was all up for it but not before checking with Naomie and would call me later to confirm. I was getting all excited about going to the match. I was even looking for my South Korea t-shirt! Amidst all the planning, I realized forgetting to check the time of the match. So I checked the website again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dismay, I found out that the match started at 6:20pm! Vig confirmed with me he wouldn't be able to make it. He gets off work at 6. That would be the last match in Malaysia. So no semi-finals this year then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a much better post if I actually went for the match...&lt;/div&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/13546582-4181643054308972805?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4181643054308972805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=4181643054308972805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/4181643054308972805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/4181643054308972805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/07/semi-final.html' title='Semi-Final'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-1884301460715731344</id><published>2007-06-24T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:40:36.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you post after taking a 1 and a half year break? Let's just start off with something easy. Like a picture...! Hehe. Everyone loves pictures, so tadaaaa.... I found this nice little chinese family owned restaurants in the remote housing area of SS2, Kelana Jaya. The name is all too familiar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tzay5gzE5ac/Rn5IZobrbaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Rbocecm08x8/s1600-h/18062006021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tzay5gzE5ac/Rn5IZobrbaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Rbocecm08x8/s320/18062006021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079577034907938210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13546582-1884301460715731344?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1884301460715731344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=1884301460715731344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1884301460715731344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/1884301460715731344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tzay5gzE5ac/Rn5IZobrbaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Rbocecm08x8/s72-c/18062006021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13546582.post-112503613449390008</id><published>2005-08-26T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T14:02:14.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's pouring outside, the weather is perfect. Still I'm wide awake.... No indulgence to carry me through the day. Wish I was asleep. I wish the weather wasn't so nice but wishing is wishing. I still wish....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-112503613449390008?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/112503613449390008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=112503613449390008&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112503613449390008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112503613449390008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/08/dammit.html' title='Dammit!'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-112489435293220896</id><published>2005-08-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T22:52:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Dreaming Sdn Bhd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a heavy lunch, my two colleagues and I were just chilling having a smoke because we still had time. Francis and Kumar were actually talking about starting their own business. We started talking about the pros and cons of the F&amp;B business. Sorry to say that the cons was way heavier then the pros. Then Francis couldn't stop talking about how sleepy he was and what he'd pay to have some place to sleep right now. From there the idea of 'Start Dreaming Sdn Bhd' was generated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to open a shop with beds for rent. For those who would give anything to just catch a nap after a heavy lunch. We would charge on a 30 minute basis and have different price scales. Such as;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price Scale 1 - King Size Bed - RM10 per 30 min&lt;br /&gt;Price Scale 2 - Queen Size Bed - RM 7 per 30 min&lt;br /&gt;Price Scale 3 - Single Bed - RM 5 per 30 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIP - Water Bed - RM17 per 30 minutes(Personal Room included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could start small then slowly spread ourselves all around KL office buildings. Start Dreaming Sdn Bhd would be all around the world in a matter of years. We would make a fortune because after covering the cost there wouldn't be much expenses left to run the joint, all you'd have to do is change the sheets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, time to head back to the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-112489435293220896?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/112489435293220896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=112489435293220896&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112489435293220896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112489435293220896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/08/start-dreaming-sdn-bhd.html' title='Start Dreaming Sdn Bhd'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-112395017389136415</id><published>2005-08-13T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T20:46:13.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flood of Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soccernet.com" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/Rooney412_NS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can see it now, Manchester United - Champions. Bold statement for a MU fan whose only evidence of such an outburst would be the recent win over Everton on the first day of the season. If they can keep this form up then who's to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly feel that this team could mould into a good one. Around one man, Wayne Rooney. Let's put it this way, Rooney is like the Luke Skywalker of MU. The one that will bring balance to the force once more. Supporting him are the likes of Ronaldo of which we will compare to Hans Solo(given the Portuguese’s exquisite taste for dribbling). Guiding him through this journey are Roy Keane and Ryan Giggs almost like how Quai-Gon and Obi-Wan were. And of course who could forget the ever present Master Yoda of the team, Sir Alex Ferguson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With guidance and teachings from such people, who's to say that Rooney can't bring balance to the force this season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with the Star Wars spoofs, if I was to choose a player who would actually resemble Anakin Skywalker, I guess it would be Beckham. He's the one who had the spat with Ferguson kind of like how lil Annie had spats with all the Master Jedis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-112395017389136415?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/112395017389136415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=112395017389136415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112395017389136415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112395017389136415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/08/flood-of-red.html' title='Flood of Red'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-112383611457039818</id><published>2005-08-12T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T16:41:54.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Floor Boogie</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/view2.jpg"&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/13546582-112383611457039818?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/112383611457039818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=112383611457039818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112383611457039818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112383611457039818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/08/seventeen-floor-boogie.html' title='Seventeen Floor Boogie'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-112383487356942445</id><published>2005-08-12T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:43:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze Haters in KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/laychhaze1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazeinmy.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Haze Haters in KL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be awfully fun. We could just start taking pictures and put quirky comments for the Indons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-112383487356942445?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/112383487356942445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=112383487356942445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112383487356942445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112383487356942445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/08/haze-haters-in-kl.html' title='Haze Haters in KL'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-112383393755956508</id><published>2005-08-12T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T16:14:21.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is so Hazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past two days, The Star newspaper came out with headlines such as 'Bad Air Day' to 'Haze-rdous'. Working in KL hasn't halped my situation with the haze one bit. Actually come to think of it, anywhere in Selangor would be a shit place to be in. I have resorted in driving to KL(which means I have to wake up earlier to beat the jam) rather than taking the LRT, you could actually feel the smoke on your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when it first happened. I was sitting on my desk and the view from the 17th floor offered a spectacle view. A view which was soon covered in smoke, like in the movies. The end of the world had somehow started and the people in the office building always gets it. We even had a joke in the office that when we went out for a smoke, we were adding to the haze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to a point when even our office had to supply us with face mask. Talk about benefits... Funky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-112383393755956508?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/112383393755956508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=112383393755956508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112383393755956508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112383393755956508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-is-so-hazy.html' title='Life is so Hazy'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-112212208270052281</id><published>2005-07-23T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:41:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just wanted to thank everybody for calling and smsing as well just to wish me a Happy Birthday. You guys rule. Rock On!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to Ah Loh who shares the same birthday as me. Happy Birthday dude! Sorry couldn't call. Don't have your new number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know I don't update a lot but be sure there will be some updates soon. hehe. I promise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-112212208270052281?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/112212208270052281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=112212208270052281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112212208270052281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112212208270052281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-112101942467527121</id><published>2005-07-11T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T02:20:00.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of what Movies were made to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was flipping channels when I came across "Me, Myself and Irene" on Star Movies. It's a comedy but it didn't feel up my funny bone. It kind of got me down. I really don't know why but I'm guessing I just wanted my happy ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining as they are, movies can sometimes be cruel and harsh. It's not exactly what reality should be and I suppose that watching too much movies can just ruin your expectation of what reality should be. I've been a movie freak since the days of renting videos(pre-VCD piracy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sometimes I can't help myself thinking that I would get that happy ending with a cool song playing in the background while there is a close up of me smiling. Today I'm not smiling... Hopefully someday soon I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-112101942467527121?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/112101942467527121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=112101942467527121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112101942467527121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112101942467527121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-what-movies-were-made-to-be.html' title='Of what Movies were made to be'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-112028521375094852</id><published>2005-07-02T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T14:20:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While buying Char Kuey Teow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While buying Char Kuey Teow at the coffee shop near my house, I overheard two old chinese uncle talking in hokkien about the English Premier League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Translating it to English)&lt;br /&gt;Uncle no.1: West Ham how this season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle no.2: West Ham surely go down one lah. They can not tahan one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking about West Ham for a couple of minutes they started talking about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle no.1: Karlton also can not lah next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle no.2: But I thought Karlton ok mah last season. Surely can tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments of contemplating i realized they mis-pronounced Charlton (pronounced CHARL-TON) not Karlton. Funny listening to old uncles pronouncing English teams.&lt;/div&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/13546582-112028521375094852?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/112028521375094852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=112028521375094852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112028521375094852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112028521375094852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/07/while-buying-char-kuey-teow.html' title='While buying Char Kuey Teow'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-112020876631234879</id><published>2005-06-30T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:45:02.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Langkawi!!! - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/langkawitop.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:90;"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip did not start out too well. I remember my phone ringing; it was &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://infull.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Kok Meng&lt;/a&gt; trying to wake me from my "way too much hardcoreness" last night. I knew I was late. I answered, the conversation was brief. Basically I agreed to everything he said particularly the part when he told me to wake up. I jumped out of bed and headed straight for the shower. Got ready then proceeded to the street to wait for Kok Meng. When he arrived in his sturdy red kancil, Sina was already inside so I jumped into the back and off we went to the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/langkawi1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were super late arriving at the jetty. Our ferry was to depart at 8:45 am, we got there at 8:44 am. As we were unloading the car Kok Meng's father was lecturing him about punctuality all the way as we sped walked into jetty. We met &lt;a href="http://badbraindiet.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;Elaine&lt;/a&gt; who already arrived earlier and was waiting for us. We barely got on and I think were the last to board. The ferry ride was fun, especially when we were on the roof. Elaine almost puke her guts out from sitting inside a confined space. Actually there were lots of people puking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived after making a brief stop at Pulau Payar. Vig was just there a couple of weeks before. We rented a car and started exploring Langkawi. We didn't have much problems looking for our hotel(&lt;a href="http://www.journeymalaysia.com/islandlangkawisunset.htm" target="new"&gt;Sunset Beach Resort&lt;/a&gt;) except for this part where we thought a restaurant was our hotel(it had the same logo!??!?). Kok Meng and Elaine checked in but we made a mistake while carrying in our luggages. We didn't do it discreetly enough that we were question about how many was satying in that room. Only two were allowed. So we were left with a dillema, whether or not to get another room or keep sneaking in. We decided to get another since the first one was free. We got a nice cosy room a few doors down the beach which was called Tanjung Malim Resorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/langkawi2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to get alcohol but first... Lunch!! We found this cosy restaurant by the beach that serves Italian food. Sweet!! Nothing like pizza and beer to start off the trip with. Except they don't serve beer. Sina said it was something to do with not serving beer before 3 pm. Well pizza and juice will do fine. After a satisfying but quite expensive lunch we headed off for the alcohol. We got our alcohol and essentials at Teoh Seng Huat, the biggest mall in Langkawi which was quite small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got back to the room, Kok Meng and I started chilling the beers with ice. We realized we ran out of ice and had to get more. Sina stayed back to chill at the beach. The rest of us went for ice. Upon our return, Sina was nowhere to be seen. We actually got a bit worried, Sina is a big boy but sometimes he can be a kid. I was wondering if he had drown. Nonetheless that didn't stop us from chilling out in this hut just outside our room. Sipping on our newly aquired Heineken; which was damn cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/langkawi3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man approached us while we were chilling at the hut. I think he works there or something like that. Anyway we talked about Langkawi then Elaine asked him, "Where got good seafood ah?". He then introduced us to this place called Wonderland. It was in Kuah Town, near the jetty where we arrived, which was quite a drive. We already did that twice. Once heading to our hotel and the second was to go get alcohol but we decided to drive down anyway for the sake of cheap seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sina finally came back and we all decided to go dip in the sea. Elaine with her new bathing suit that she just got while we searched for ice. That was fun, getting blown away by the big waves, well bigger than anything in Penang. We called it getting "wiped out" because at the exact moment the waves push you away it also pulls you back in... hence getting "wiped out"!!! Anyway we got out and started taking showers. That in itself was quite a hassle because the shampoo was in the other room and Elaine was a chick... haha you get where I'm coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/langkawi4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 9 pm and we were all ready and hungry for dinner. The guy that talked to us told us not to go for dinner so early because there would be many people and we would get our food late. So we decided to have some Jack's that we got earlier. That didn't last long as we all decided to hop into the car and head to Wonderland because we were all hungry. We had a little trouble finding the place but finally found it. It was closed so we decided to eat at the restaurant next to it. Couldn't remember what it was called but we ate to our hearts content. Can't believe I forgot my camera at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/langkawi5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the hotel and started drinking up. At first we were playing our usual drinking games until Elaine the master of drinking games thought us how to play Wheel of Fortune. Well that basically fucked us over. It's a complicated game but whenever you want to get someone drunk, this is the game to play. Sina went down first, mainly because everybody made him drink, then Elaine. They wanted to crash so Kok Meng and I decided to take the party back to the Tanjung Malim Resort. We carried the PS2 along with more beers over the beach to the other room. Much to our dismay the TV in that room had no AV input thus not being able to play the PS2. We were however able to charge the iPod Shuffles on the USB port the PS2 had. After another Heineken by the beach we headed back to the room to crash. A hectic but fun first day at Langkawi. Good start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/langkawibot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-112020876631234879?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/112020876631234879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=112020876631234879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112020876631234879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/112020876631234879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/06/langkawi-day-1.html' title='Langkawi!!! - Day 1'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111998293471620503</id><published>2005-06-29T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T14:23:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haloscan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111998293471620503?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111998293471620503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111998293471620503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111998293471620503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111998293471620503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/06/haloscan.html' title='Haloscan'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111998068819375528</id><published>2005-06-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T16:29:42.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the drive back from college i ran out of cigarettes. I thought to myself, "Hey I can live without it man. It's bad for my health anyway."&lt;br /&gt;So I was prepared to quit, all the way on the drive home I had imagine myself being a non smoker and all my friends would be of high praises. I could see it, in the future they would be talking about how i use to be a chimney and be of full admiration of my strong will to quit those lousy death sticks.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a step to healthier living. I could see myself quiting then start to exercise on a more regular basis. I would be a health freak! YEAH! I was excited, that was motivation enough. "I can totally do it," I thought to myself again, "No sweat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got home. Now to distract myself from thinking about smoking. I'll just play some games. That would keep my mind off the cigarettes. Good plan. Started busting out some Need For Speed Underground 2 action. It was working, I was concentrating on winning races instead of you know what. I won the race on the first try. Hmmmm this calls for a celebration smoke... NO!! Keep it together Ian. Race again. Okay, the game doesn't seem to be distracting me anymore. I need that victory smoke. I always have a victory smoke. Come on man, hold it together! NO! Dammit! Should have bought smokes on my way home. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up digging the ash tray for stubbed cigarettes with little left tobacco to smoke. Later that day I stopped at 7-11 to get a pack of smokes..... I'll quit in a few years time.&lt;/div&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/13546582-111998068819375528?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111998068819375528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111998068819375528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111998068819375528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111998068819375528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-quit.html' title='I Quit'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111998028261640658</id><published>2005-05-24T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:38:02.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies He Told</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She says, "Friends?"&lt;br /&gt;He extends his right arm out to gesture a shake of hands.&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Let's be the first people in the world to say it and truly mean it."&lt;br /&gt;They shake on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a hugogigantico of a liar. Yes he is folks.&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/13546582-111998028261640658?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111998028261640658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111998028261640658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111998028261640658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111998028261640658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/05/lies-he-told.html' title='Lies He Told'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111998014158061183</id><published>2005-05-24T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:50:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm on dial up now. My new place does not have broadband service available. Nada, not a single broadband service provider has any internet access to my area. So I was stuck with dial up. Jaring nonetheless, quite stereotypical since they started the whole dial up internet thing in the first place. I remember 10 years ago when I first got my pentium, Jaring was the only source of internet. Well a lot have changed in 10 years. Jaring now offers pre-paid dial up. You see instead of paying a bill every month they come up with this pre-paid card which you buy for around RM30 and it offers you 50 hours of internet time via dial up. So here I was stuck with a choice of not having internet at all or getting dial up to sustain my internet needs till Jaring or whichever broadband service provider comes and offer services to my area. Of course i chose dial up and i took the pre-paid option as well. I guess it would control me more from over doing it on dial up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came home all happy that internet would be available to me  again. Well okay, not that happy considering I have been living with broadband for what seemed like ages. "It's still internet," I told myself. First thing I found out upon trying my new Jaring dial up was that my computer did not have an internal modem. It had an internal ethernet port but nooooo it couldn't just have an internal modem as well. So there was a problem I was faced with. I had to go get an internal modem PCI card which will cost me more money for temporary stuff but wait I then remembered that I had one in my old CPU. Down I went into the store room where my prehistoric AMD K6 450 was and started taking it apart. Installed the modem into my computer and got online. It was going well except for the part when my sister wanted to use the internet as well and being dial up we couldn't go online at the same time. Still tolerable until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 50 hours have ran out. Okay should have asked the lady at the reception where I could get some reload for the account. Never mind, I'll just head to my aunt's place and go online. You could probably do an online purchase for the reload. So I got my mom's credit card number and over I went to my aunt's to "fix" my internet. It has been 4 days since i made the online purchase and still my dial up doesn't connect. In Nad's place writing this and shall call Jaring "helpline" when I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morale of this story boys and girls is dial up is crap just get broadband. It's faster and cheaper and it's way hell cooler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111998014158061183?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111998014158061183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111998014158061183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111998014158061183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111998014158061183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/05/dial-up.html' title='Dial-Up'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111998041842772589</id><published>2005-05-24T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T16:29:22.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Rut Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/smallianhead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just to prove that I actually knocked my head as a little child. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111998041842772589?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111998041842772589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111998041842772589&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111998041842772589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111998041842772589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-rut-part-2.html' title='In a Rut Part 2'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111997993437461712</id><published>2005-04-17T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:51:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday after our session of futsal. Roby, my annoying but sometimes smart friend, comes up to me and ask for a cigarette. I answered without hesitation, "Under my t-shirt, the red one". This particular t-shirt was the one i wore to play futsal hence it was remarkably wet. So he was picking it up and pushing it around but found no box of cigarettes. Then he kept asking,"Where, where??". So I was honest with him and told him,"No lah, it's not there. I just wanted you to touch my soaking sweaty t-shirt." and everybody started to burst in laughter. Later I gave him a cigarette for his troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111997993437461712?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111997993437461712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111997993437461712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111997993437461712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111997993437461712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/04/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111997971849114867</id><published>2005-04-06T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:52:17.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The morning is beautiful today. I love this kind of mornings; when the sky is gloomy with clouds from rain the night before, the sun trying its best to shine through the clouds, cooling weather and sometimes even a chilling breeze in the sunshine. Use to get this in Penang a lot or maybe it is just because I had more "awake in the morning" time when I was living there. Heh. Whatever it maybe, this morning I wish will come more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111997971849114867?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111997971849114867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111997971849114867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111997971849114867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111997971849114867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111997909665722746</id><published>2005-04-06T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T02:18:21.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/f1tv.jpg" height="218" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:92;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The F1 season has started again and 3 races have gone by. Ferrari not winning any single one of them. Which means it is time to start watching those fast cars beating it out again. You see, I was a big fan of F1 Grand Prix Racing before Ferrari just started to win every race. Now do not get me wrong, I’m a huge Ferrari fan but it was just getting really boring. I mean there was no challenge from anyone at all. Just made me lose interest. It was glory times for Ferrari and I celebrate the victory with them but to watch them achieve victory was boring. Michael Schumacher just made it seem so simple as he sweeps the grid of drivers away, which is cool but once again I would like to stress on the word boring… With Renault finishing first in all 3 grand prix this year and Alonso doing particularly well(won the last 2 races), I think it is time to support Ferrari again. Like back in the days of the ‘98 and ‘99 season, where McLaren was leading the field and Ferrari trying to catch up. Those were fun days, especially when Amar and I use to go to school the day after the race to diss each other(of course he had more dissing sessions than I for Ferrari was not dominating yet then). Now with more cars getting better on the grid, it is time for Ferrari to step up their game again and time for me to watch more races. Need to brush up on all the new rules....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111997909665722746?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111997909665722746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111997909665722746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111997909665722746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111997909665722746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/04/f1-frenzy.html' title='F1 Frenzy'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111977034544351811</id><published>2005-03-31T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:53:20.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Putrajaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/putrajaya.jpg" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/lostputra.jpg" width="500" height="375"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lunch with Vig; that means heading down to modern city Putrajaya.For those of you who has not step foot in this wonderful modern environment, Putrajaya is huge. It contains the biggest roundabout in Malaysia and there is a Shangri-La hotel in the middle. All around the outside of that roundabout is where the government offices are. That is where Vig works, right smack in the Prime Minister's office itself. Went to pick him up and we decided to take a "drive". So he took over the driver's seat and we ventured out into the vast lands of Putrajaya. It was not a very successful mission and as the title suggest we got lost. Anyway we did find our way back and headed to Cyberjaya, more familiar territory. Then back to Putrajaya for lunch which was KFC. Oooh the new curry thingie flavour is not that bad... A must try for all KFC fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111977034544351811?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111977034544351811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111977034544351811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111977034544351811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111977034544351811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/03/lost-in-putrajaya.html' title='Lost in Putrajaya'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111976901173425254</id><published>2005-03-30T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T02:14:55.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black &amp; White</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/bnw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I look around and wonder what the world would be like in grey. Like an old silent movie with music in the background. Of course change it to the modern music that we have today. I kind of think looking at stuff in black and white make it a little more receptive to the eye. It isn't as annoying as staring at a bright red picture and then trying to readjust your eyeballs back to normal lighting. Anyway was out the whole day today and decided to take pictures in B&amp;W. Turned out pretty cool. Gave that nostalgic feel and also the pictures look great. Always had an affection for the B&amp;amp;W. Would have been much cooler if it was in film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/bnw4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I was actually waiting for it to rain today. Took it's damn sweet time to come. The weather was not that bad today actually. It was a slight mixture of a gloomy Wednesday afternoon and a bright sun shinning Sunday. Now that April is almost here, that does mean the start of the raining season in Malaysia. It happens every year. The heat comes to virtually cooks you alive. When the rain finally comes, we get very excited and label it as "new times" to come. Soon we will forget about the heat and get annoyed by the rain. It will rain so often that going out of the house would mean struggling with the typhoon type weather. In general Malaysians are lazy, so trying to fight the rain kind of gets "sucky" after a while. Then we will wish so much it stops raining that the heat will return and the cycle goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/bnw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hanged out with Dimar for almost the whole day. Just chillin at his crib watching dvds. Under the influence of course. I do not know what's up with this Indonesian ex-house mate of mine but lately he's been up and about trying to get stuff to smoke. He supposedly quit when I was staying with him. The several times I invited him to join me, he declined. I did get him to join me a few occasions but that was just so he could sleep and get up in time for class the next day. Anyway scored with him, which i haven't done in a long time. Feels kinda weird. He also took me to Shah Alam to get my sister's car. A job well done to the workshop if I can say. Well it better be at par, for the price I paid. Dimar has always been my second car. Can count on him no matter what unless of course he is busy doing something else. That usually means he is with his chick. Oh and Shak was the one that got us the contact to score. So unusual, I have never asked Shak help me score and I haven't scored with Dims in a while. All in all a good and weird day. All deserved to be in Black &amp; White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y68/remore/bnw3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Can't get this song out of my head; The Killers - Everything Will Be Alright. Hopefully everything will be alright... hehe. Off to presentation I go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111976901173425254?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111976901173425254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111976901173425254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976901173425254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976901173425254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/03/black-white.html' title='Black &amp; White'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111976846305110941</id><published>2005-03-29T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T02:13:43.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:92;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just got a phone call from Kok Meng about the earthquake. Did not feel anything here because I think I am on flat ground. Watching the news now, CNN says there might not be a tsunami while BBC is saying that there will be a tsunami. Whatever happens let us hope it isn't as bad as the last one. The voice of the guy on BBC sounds like that Indian guy that does the tennis commentary for Star Sports... weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111976846305110941?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111976846305110941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111976846305110941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976846305110941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976846305110941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/03/quake.html' title='Quake'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111976825222377914</id><published>2005-03-28T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T02:07:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Rut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:92%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another week another accident. Guess it's all up to luck. besides already having my Waja wrecked I come out and decide to hook my sister's car up with the car body shop. How you say is this possible? Was it just a brace of bad luck? Well I guess it all dates back to when I was four. My very first major accident. According to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at my grandma's old place. A cozy little link house on Jalan Chee Swee Ee. I was on the couch, kneeling on it while trying to reach down to the floor to play with our dog, at that time whose name was "Whiskey"(my dad had this thing with naming his dogs liquor names). So as I wanted to get closer to Whiskey, I start to stretch more and thus i lost my balance and fell forehead first into the hard, cold concrete floor. I think there was even a "thud" sound. I was motionless. My mom had called me several times but my head was still glued to the concrete floor. She started to panic and forced me up. She is shock when she sees me bleeding all over my forehead. At this point she said I started to cry. My dad was not around so my uncles took me to the hospital with my mom holding down my forehead to try and stop the bleeding. Got to the hospital and stitched up. Until today I still have that 4 stitches of scar on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my life I have had variations of accidents involving sports, monkeying around and the bicycle....*shudders*. Plenty of accidents have also arrived from my bicycle riding days. Most serious of all is of course fracturing my left wrist. I was 10 at the time and the bicycle to me was a form of escape. My freedom toward a world outside of the house. So naturally i cycle a lot. Well this one time I was cycling around minding my own business and as I was about to take the corner into the road where I lived, I saw a lot of sand on the road. Having no time to get out of my "daredevil" corner taking, I glided through, fell off my bike and must have skid five meters or so. Details of how i fell is not very clear anymore but what I knew was I landed on my left hand thus fracturing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at this point of my life cars are my accident tool. It just leaves a more expensive scar... in the pocket. I would just like to dedicate this entry to the boy who reminded me of much simpler accident days. This boy actually crash outside my house on his bicycle. He just lost balance and the road was wet so eventually he just fell and hit the ground real hard. As I was walking back to the house I offered him help but he declined. He seemed fine and said his house was only round the corner. So I let him be on his way as I walked back into the house thinking about all those old bicycle crashes. Maybe I'm just in a rut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111976825222377914?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111976825222377914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111976825222377914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976825222377914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976825222377914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/03/in-rut.html' title='In a Rut'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111976798494978823</id><published>2005-03-26T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T02:06:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; i have made a decision today after much thought and a sleepless night; to not get wasted so much that physically i know not what i do. it is well documented that when i do get wasted i turn quite violent and emotional. a side of me which i myself do not fancy much. feelings get hurt in the process. i know this much from last night of drinking that i angered someone i really care for and i can't even remember what i did. this is really killing me. for now i am thinking the only real solution is to let go. i am sure this person will be much happier without me in her life at this moment. as i have said before i am not one who is good to mesh with drama therefore avoiding it seems the best possible answer. if it means she will live her life in a happier manner than when i was in it, so be it. as long as she is happy. i think having me around would just further complicate things and nobody needs that now. i shall not use the excuse that the alcohol was the source of my actions because really deep down inside, i know i had a role to play in it. alcohol just enhances your ability to take the actions that you wanted to perform when sobriety does not. in time i hope i get forgiven but i just do not see how. will be heading to KL soon and shall be straying there longer now without returning to penang as frequent anymore. assignments and work should catch up soon to keep me busy. this should keep my mind off things and not returning to penang as frequent should do that person much good. i am sure now that this will be the right thing to do. i am dissapointed in my actions, myself and worst of all i know i have dissapointed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; on an even gloomier note. zach broke his hand after a whacky night of futsal. never fun. hope he recovers well. hey man anything just give me a call, i know how to manouver my way around a cast. it gets really itchy so be sure to stock up on those "satay sticks". this is talking from personal experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; last night was with kok meng and ryan. it is nice to hang out just the three of us again. been a while. recently we have always been around a large group. we were drinking left over whiskey and vodka from parties gone by. we started talking about a lot of things. it was a very enlightening night. we also had a good winning eleven session. i of course was the ultimate champion for that night. oh wait i did lose the last game to kok meng on a silver goal but that does not count. i had countless amount of chances which for some reason just did not want to be converted. anyway chatting with those two monkeys made my day after a long and dreadful one. much love to you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:92%;"  &gt;"So go on love&lt;br /&gt;Leave while there's still hope for escape&lt;br /&gt;Got to take what you can these days&lt;br /&gt;There's so much ahead&lt;br /&gt;So much regret"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:92%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; - jimmy eat world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:92%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111976798494978823?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111976798494978823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111976798494978823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976798494978823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976798494978823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/03/again.html' title='again...'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111976778999198508</id><published>2005-03-15T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T02:06:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for football fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i found this article on soccernet about being a manager for a top team. it's really funny. most people must have read it already but this is to those jumbos that never visits soccernet. it has to be the best footie website there is. the writers are just hilarious at times. anyway this is the link to the article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://soccernet.espn.go.com/feature?id=327755&amp;amp;cc=4716"&gt;Tough at the Top?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13546582-111976778999198508?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111976778999198508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111976778999198508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976778999198508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976778999198508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-football-fans.html' title='for football fans'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111976760831650048</id><published>2005-03-13T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:33:28.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgic freak of nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the semester so far is going smoothly. yet i feel the need for something to feed the extra time. i am trying to freelance as much as i can. the extra cash would not hurt. free time is a funny thing. you seem to have it so much yet you can never be able to find some when you actually do need it. i call it being bored. hopefully john and yu ming can pass me more editing jobs. sometimes i think of getting a real part time job maybe in retail or waiting but i would rather be doing something that is related to my field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;at the moment i am not even sure if designing is my forte to be. was actually seriously thinking of taking another course in advertising. it's hard since i do not really want to ask dad to support me a futher few years. i wonder how loans go about. will have to make it a point to find out tomorrow... or sometime in the next week. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;was out in bangsar last night having some drinks with good friends. i blew quite a lot of cash on alcohol. that always seem to be the case when i'm drunk and need more to drink. on the contrary i did not get that smashed. was still ok to drive home and actually walk straight. even after bangsar we headed to "old skool" limkokwing's 7-11 for more beers and some munchies. i miss that place a lot, the old campus was a much more relaxed enviroment than the mass corporate building we study in today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i remember the old nasi lemak "pondok" opposite the 7-11. that was the total hang/chill out area. good nasi lemak too, only 1 ringgit for the normal nasi and 1.50 for the nasi lemak ayam. the nasi lemak is especially tasty in the early hours of the morning. when you first arrive in college... head to the store... grab a pack and start eating whilst chilling and sketching/writting down thoughts/finishing last minute assignments. then as you chill friends and class mates would come and everyone starts chilling together. it had a good atmosphere as well with its "canteen" type tables and benches(the long ones). man i miss those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;anyway back to subject in hand which was me blowing cash in bangsar. i think i shall stay home for the whole month now. i do not like being low on cash so i'm going to portion the rest of my cash really well as to not be fucking broke. this should be fun. actually living with my aunt now would make it easier because i do get dinner every night and there's always snacks in the house so i will not get hungry. i was suppose to go back to penang on the 18th but now am contemplating beause of the cash situation. chilling in kl won't be that bad. be away from penang longer so that my friends will really really miss me and when i return they will treat me nice :P hehehe(as if they would).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i was at kinokuniya the other day and saw a lot of books on design application. would not mind getting my hands on those book to improve my "not up to par" designing and multimedia work. it is just the prices that ruin my hopes of owning those books. will talk to mom and see if she would want to sponsor those books for me. hehe. she would probably scream and nag at me on how money is not easy to earn and bla bla bla... but what the heck, it is worth a try. nothing to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;just got the fourth and final season of futurama on dvd. tonight should be fun. with a little spliff in my hand and a full set of futurama to look forward to. i owe it to paul and kok meng who turn a sceptical futurama person into a real big fan. they were absolutely correct. you have to watch it from the first episode of the first season. let the charachters grow on you and then only will you understand the true beauty of its comedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i have realized that it can get quite lonely in KL. i do not really hang out with my classmates, close friends i have but usually quite busy doing their own stuff and penang friends usually stay far away from where i am. internet is the only form of release. i go online less in penang. there always seems to be something to do in penang. whether if it is a boring drive around tg bungah or down to vision for a few rounds of snooker. i guess it is the company that counts more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;thinking of catching a movie by myself. have not done that in a long time. use to do it all the time back when i stayed in KJ. would check the movie list. hop into my trusty "josie" and drive to one utama to get the tickets. then hop back in trusty "josie" for a driving around session. i would always go on weekdays and sometimes it would be as early as the first show. so it was always cool to be seating in an empty cinema munching on pop corn and be engrosed into the movie. so much space and comfort... hehehe. funny enough i remember only watching "about a boy" in the cinema. guess the other films never mad an impact on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;well here i am reminded of the old days and wishing upon it again. sadly tomorrow is a monday and the new life i am living now will take effect. driving to cyberjaya, trying to stand the heat of that god forsaken desert and sweating like a dog's tongue everytime. though the good ol days will never return, all i have to do is close my eyes and it all comes back to me... a time of less&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/13546582-111976760831650048?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111976760831650048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111976760831650048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976760831650048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976760831650048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/03/nostalgic-freak-of-nature.html' title='nostalgic freak of nature'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111976735556862777</id><published>2005-03-06T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:29:15.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zoukfest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it started with a drive down to genting. almost got lost. had to stop and ask for directions about 3 times. all the answers we got was go straight all the way and so we did. it did not look like we were heading to genting but at the end of the road there was a road sign that said "genting highlands 18km". i think we took the back road or something. did not recognize the road at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;got there at around 4 pm and could not find a room. so we parked the car(that was a task of its own) and made our way to the ticket counter to get our... doh!... tickets. that itself was an adventure. usually when we buy tickets we cue but this cue was like a megadeath concert. people pushing and bodies packed like a sardine can. it was awful. we were in there for at least 2 hours. was not fun.one person was only entitled to get one ticket. finally pushed my way to the counter and the chick selling the ticket said i could not get one because i have already bought mine. i screamed at her and told her to give me my ticket because what she said was not true. got the ticket. now the fucked up task of getting out of the crowd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we were tired. sweaty. i was about to quit. needed a room, a shower anything to freshen up. finally got to hang at a friend's room and it made everything a bit better. took that shower but was still really tired. at least i felt fresh. some friends could not get tickets so that dropped the mood again. watching their sad and dissapointed faces. everybody went in at around 11. i decided to chill and go in around 12.30 when the crowd had died down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;got in alone. quite lost. finally met penang friends. it was like clubbing in penang but at genting. that was cool. the weather was amazing. partying outdoors at genting should be regularly done every weekend.music was great. was chilling at the house section then to the hip hop section. amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the party finshed around 5. great time at zoukfest. great time.&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/13546582-111976735556862777?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111976735556862777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111976735556862777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976735556862777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111976735556862777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/03/zoukfest.html' title='zoukfest'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111974713811979242</id><published>2005-03-02T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T08:52:18.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now or never...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;everybody is drinking. i feel like drinking. with all the hassle to go to the bank then head to the local 7 eleven, i am thinking it's not worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;it all started when i called annie and she was drinking some gin and tonic. everybody is at glo... getting smashed. then i met amit online and he was in sandeep's place drinking up on their stash of alcohol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;fuck it. i am heading to 7 eleven now....&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/13546582-111974713811979242?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111974713811979242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111974713811979242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111974713811979242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111974713811979242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/03/now-or-never.html' title='now or never...'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111974677662114616</id><published>2005-02-26T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T08:50:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the morning after</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;zouk was mighty fun. have not partied with dimar for a while and it was all worth it although i did not feel like going out that night. i did get a major wonking headache when i woke up but i guess it was all worth it. the DDA fan chick was a no show, so that was kind of a bummer. i think dimar was just pulling my leg so that he could get me to drive all the way to kl. he did though find me real cheap parking that was only 3 bucks which is a bargain deal as far as parking in kl is concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;actually missed my flight to penang and abe had to u-turn back to get me. headed to the bank and got a later flight with MAS. i am never supporting air asia again. so i was 5 minutes late. gimme a break, the night before was quite hardcore... so what if they are boarding the plane already!! issue me the ticket. i run to the gate and board like all the other passengers. no biggie. bloody air asia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now that i'm back in penang things are ok again. at least they will be later. the "TB" is just about to start. going to have to hold it all in and be a man which according to amit i am not very good at. hehe. am actually using kok meng's mac now and writting this at coffee bean. i feel like such a sell out yuppie... WISH ME LUCK WORLD....!!!!&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/13546582-111974677662114616?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111974677662114616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111974677662114616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111974677662114616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111974677662114616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/02/morning-after.html' title='the morning after'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111974671557361751</id><published>2005-02-24T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T08:48:15.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so it all comes down to this weekend. frankly, i am not looking forward to it and am just concentrating on chilling and having fun. this weekend we will reach the pivotal episode of the "TB" if not the season finale. do not get me wrong, i am not one for drama or anything remotely close to that. i will just like to live my life in a quiet manner with good people around and no drama to surface. let us hope for the best of everyones interest that the weekend will go through smoothly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have decided not to let it bother me but it has been hard. so tonight from dimar's invitation i have decided to go to zouk with him. apparently he's got this chick friend coming down from the philipines who is like a big DDA fan. time to take advantage of being in a band. i usually do not take advantage of telling chicks that i play in a band mainly because i think it is a bit poserish but who the hell gives a damn now... hehe. let's BOOGIE.&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/13546582-111974671557361751?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111974671557361751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111974671557361751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111974671557361751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111974671557361751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/02/no-ending.html' title='no ending'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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-13546582.post-111974634373065725</id><published>2005-02-18T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T08:43:20.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever or not forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes i wonder. will we always play snooker... or will it die down like other past passions. for now it seems like a distant future. i mean what else would we do? for years now the simple answer was snooker. it's a command bond. the science of it is wicked and no doubt the fun that comes with the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it all began on a day when the market "bus stop" was the common ground of hanging out. kok meng and i went there one day and feasted our eyes on the sign that read, "Vision Snooker Centre". could it be? a snooker centre right in our very backyards. so we decided to take a closer look. we went into the building and took the elevator to the first floor. then this chick came out and told us to come back tomorrow. at that very moment we got on our knees and thank the lord above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so from then on we ditched the market "bus stop" and started spending money on a lil game we like to call snooker. i can assure that everybody has been there. throughout the years people have come and gone but when they return there we would be in our spare time. hitting red balls into a small hole to achieve a colour ball for more points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we even gambled with snooker with a game we called "Lucky Ball". you play with pool balls on a snooker table. of course the pool balls are the size of snooker balls. if it was not it would be absurd. a deck of cards now come in play. each player gets 5 cards. and that contains the numbers of the ball they have to pot. you see pool contains of 15 balls. there are 13 numbers in a deck of cards. so the 14 and 15 ball on the table are bonus balls. the player before the potter of the lucky ball will have to pay the potter the agreed amount(usually 1-2 ringgit). anyway back to the main objective; to pot all your balls that the card number represents. 1-10 is represented by the 1-10th ball. whilst the jack is 11, queen is 12 and finally 13 is king. the player first to pot all balls win. then everybody pays the winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if a person fouls their turn, the punishment is to put 1 to 2 ringgit, depending on the agreed amount, on the table to pay for the game later. it may sound confusing at first but it's well fun when you do get into it. make sure you've got loads of 1 ringgit change though before you play it. if not you would be walking a lot to the counter to change your dough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we seem to be playing less of "Lucky Ball" these days. maybe we just lost the passion for it. maybe it will pick up again or maybe it could be a sign that soon, snooker will start to fade just like it's gambling counterpart. in time we will know but what i know for sure snooker will always have a place in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on another note. got back to penang today, seems kinda empty. had a session of snooker with the boys. finally getting to pass out now and will do it with much a great pride!&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/13546582-111974634373065725?l=designforlazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/feeds/111974634373065725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13546582&amp;postID=111974634373065725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111974634373065725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13546582/posts/default/111974634373065725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://designforlazy.blogspot.com/2005/02/forever-or-not-forever.html' title='Forever or not forever'/><author><name>ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17100475736855007311</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>
