<?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-7108766174701249570</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:02:42.573+08:00</updated><category term='Friend'/><category term='Me'/><category term='weather'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='drivers'/><category term='work'/><category term='Family'/><category term='misc'/><title type='text'>Me, Myself, and the People around me</title><subtitle type='html'>Just some random entries on the things, people, events, food that I come across daily that I would love to share or vent  :-) online with everyone. Do feel free to leave any comments...Thank U~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ME</name><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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108766174701249570.post-5178755225514973279</id><published>2009-09-07T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:42:32.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Lost...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever feel lost? Not sure what to do...and with no objective....&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have been like this rather frequently lately....especially career wise. Could it be that I am not happy with what I am currently doing? This is the question I have been asking myself lately and sadly I am not able to answer a yes to it. I am having doubt. Since my tenure with this organisation, I have never felt like this before I moved to MSD. Although my previous role requires me to work on shift and weekends, I have always felt motivated.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;Have I gotten into the wrong job? Am I not enjoying what I am doing which causes me to feel this way? Or could it be because of my leader?&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely not overworked as I just came back from a holiday...&lt;br /&gt;No clue what is the root cause...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-5178755225514973279?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5178755225514973279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-you-ever-feel-lost-not-sure-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/5178755225514973279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/5178755225514973279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-you-ever-feel-lost-not-sure-what.html' title='Lost...'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-318811309343684481</id><published>2009-09-05T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:19:04.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Krabi</title><content type='html'>Just came back from Krabi last Thursday, went with 8 other friends.&lt;br /&gt;What do I think?&lt;br /&gt;1. Feels like a suckling pig as I got quite burn.&lt;br /&gt;2. Feeling tired as we did numerous snorkelings with drinking session every night.&lt;br /&gt;3. Lovely scenery, mediocre food, cheap beach message(lousy).&lt;br /&gt;4. Great company = Priceless&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? This trip was great, filled with sun, sea, fun, and laughters.&lt;br /&gt;Am so tempted to get MC for Friday... yayaya~ you must be thinking that I am such an undedicated staff, think all you want but I bet everyone would have thought the same thing at least once in their career so do not pretend to be a saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pretty pictures for sharing...sharing is caring ma.... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLQaWX0xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K82l6gY5TPU/s1600-h/P9022237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378014019101119250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLQaWX0xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K82l6gY5TPU/s320/P9022237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poda Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLP02NZMI/AAAAAAAAABs/sG9f4Sv7lHM/s1600-h/P9022240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378014009034106050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLP02NZMI/AAAAAAAAABs/sG9f4Sv7lHM/s320/P9022240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poda Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLPaKeH6I/AAAAAAAAABk/Rp1qA7szI6s/s1600-h/P8312150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378014001871331234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLPaKeH6I/AAAAAAAAABk/Rp1qA7szI6s/s320/P8312150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maya Bay (scene of The Beach by Leonardo Dicaprio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLOp_TvmI/AAAAAAAAABc/LejFfkKl6ng/s1600-h/P8312139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378013988939611746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLOp_TvmI/AAAAAAAAABc/LejFfkKl6ng/s320/P8312139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lagoon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(forgotten its name but it was sure breathtaking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLN2cZPoI/AAAAAAAAABU/4WL0IL1XcXI/s1600-h/P8302111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378013975102963330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLN2cZPoI/AAAAAAAAABU/4WL0IL1XcXI/s320/P8302111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunset at Railay West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7108766174701249570-318811309343684481?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/318811309343684481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/krabi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/318811309343684481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/318811309343684481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/krabi.html' title='Krabi'/><author><name>ME</name><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/_f8dB58VnUmM/SqKLQaWX0xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K82l6gY5TPU/s72-c/P9022237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108766174701249570.post-7855678141442343290</id><published>2009-08-20T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:33:46.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>整定??</title><content type='html'>又忘記帶手機返工.&lt;br /&gt;放工返到屋企, 好順手就攞起部手機來check下睇有無sms或者missed call囉. 出乎我以料, 既然睇到佢嘅missed call. 禮貌上都要覆返個電話俾人o地嘅, so咪覆call囉, 佢既然問我要不要看戲. 哇!! 驚喜~&lt;br /&gt;我其實想啦啦臨应成, 但係, 點都要有少少性格嘅, 所以就唔咗幾秒先应成. 決定咗睇九點三, 但因為太遲所以網上訂不到票, 唯有到戲院先賣.&lt;br /&gt;之後無麼大件事發生, 只不過係八點幾開始落大雨, 行雷閃電麼都有齊.&lt;br /&gt;唸住雨好快會停啦, 總有希望嘅, 唔使擔心.&lt;br /&gt;係啊, 雨有停啊, 總要啱啱係九點先停添, 都已經趕唔切啦, 又要駕車去, 又要賣票.&lt;br /&gt;真係激死我!!  唔通真係整定?&lt;br /&gt;哎~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-7855678141442343290?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7855678141442343290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/7855678141442343290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/7855678141442343290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='整定??'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-965183862443356848</id><published>2009-08-09T14:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:15:45.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>List of events continued...</title><content type='html'>I went for follow up check on Friday and guess what happened? Nothing serious, just that I was referred to GH for further investigation for possible H1N1....#%*@$&amp;amp;#*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of events below just grew longer. On Friday morning, I was feeling all enthusiastic to go to work, thinking that I just needed to drop by the clinic for the docs to confirm I am all good. My turn came, doctor put on the temperature strip on my forehead and said that I am still having fever and am still having sore throat. Great! The next thing I know is that I was given 1 more day MC and a referral letter to the GH for further investigation for possible H1N1. Just great! Oh...knowing that I need to do follow up check, yet I am capable of not bringing my insurance card. It was left at home, no big deal, just that I need to pay and claim back later. Life is just great! More things to do to keep my life interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent couples of hours in GH and finally doctor confirmed I am clear of H1N1....see I said...nothing serious....*speechless*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-965183862443356848?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/965183862443356848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/list-of-events-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/965183862443356848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/965183862443356848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/list-of-events-continued.html' title='List of events continued...'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-7932746058612586033</id><published>2009-08-06T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:06:41.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Life is full of unexpected events...</title><content type='html'>Have been a while since my last post. Why?? Because I was bogged down with a list of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like how events can happen one after another, unplanned. Oh did I mention, it was all unpleasant but memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the list of events taken place from June till today.&lt;br /&gt;1) It all started with a small trip and fall where I scratched my knee, nothing serious, my knee got swollen with some unwanted carvings.&lt;br /&gt;2) Then came the trip and fall from a wet staircase. Not too serious, got a crack on my lower spine, cannot sit for 2 weeks, cannot sleep well for 2 weeks, got medical leave for 3 weeks, and was told it will take 6 weeks to heal, how exciting~&lt;br /&gt;3) My beloved dalmation name Patra left after being with us for 14 years.&lt;br /&gt;4) What's next? I dropped a pair of sharp scissors onto my right foot's 2nd toe. Oh, just to make this incident a bit more memorable, the scissors fell straight onto the cuticle creating a deep cut. Ya, blood was the outcome of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Did I mention #2~#4 happened within a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Then I got a cold sore on my lip. Under normal circumstances, this is acceptable as I can hide at home. Somehow this happened when I have important lunches, dinners, and meetings, this cold sore has become an eye sore.&lt;br /&gt;6) On Tuesday, in the office I started to fell uneasy. Bought a thermometer and it was showing my body temperature at 38.5C, follow by headache, body ache, and sorethroat. To make things worst, I just got back from Singapore on Sunday. Well within the 7 days period, having 4 out of the 5 symptoms. I then head to the clinic and was given 3 days medical leaves. The doctor said that if I do not feel better in 2 days, they will send me to the hospital to check for possible H1N1. Have recovered from fever and will be going for follow up check tomorrow. Hopefully doctor is happy with my recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are, the chain of events that got me busy and away from updating the blog. Life is just full of unexpected events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-7932746058612586033?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7932746058612586033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-full-of-unexpected-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/7932746058612586033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/7932746058612586033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-full-of-unexpected-events.html' title='Life is full of unexpected events...'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-1161131499062727130</id><published>2009-07-06T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:24:46.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><title type='text'>公說公有理, 婆說婆有理</title><content type='html'>唉~手掌又係肉, 手背又係肉...有時真係左右做人難...唉~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多時其實都係兩個都有錯, 但雙方面就係死要臉, 明明係錯都要讲都係因為對方做咗啲嘢先之會搞成咁...其實我只係聽到男方嘅指控, 仲沒聽女方面嘅辯護, 但我就好肯定係兩個嘅錯. 正所謂單手拍唔响, 邊到有可能係完全一方面所做嘅好事啊...一定係一唱一和搞出來嘅啦...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;搞到我做中間人事小, 只希望今次嘅褒會無留抵裂痕...事關咁會影響到佢地夫妻嘅感情...無謂啰...每一段感情都會有咬撬, 無論邊個唔o岩邊個唔著都唔緊要, 最緊要係唔好傷和氣...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唉~身為中間人, 我唔可以幫任何一方, (雖然我覺得今次係男方過分咗)...費事後果不堪設想...唯有做聆聽者...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-1161131499062727130?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1161131499062727130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/1161131499062727130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/1161131499062727130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='公說公有理, 婆說婆有理'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-8784909941524432029</id><published>2009-06-24T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:16:34.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Extended medical leave - Part II</title><content type='html'>Went for my follow up on Monday and guess what I got from the doctor? Yes, another week of MC and 2 bars of stronger painkillers. Those mushrooms which bloomed last week dried and a new batch has bloomed, this time more in quantity. I have to continue my sleep, eat, sleep, eat, and sleep routine for another week...how nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends envy me for having the chance to rest at home. Actually, it is nice to rest at home IF you are physically fit. For my condition, 坐又不是, 躺又不是, 站又不是, 走又不是, is actually not that enjoyable. Second follow up is scheduled for next Monday, hopefully I will not get another week of MC. If that really happened, am afraid if my workstation is still vacant for me when I return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-8784909941524432029?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8784909941524432029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/extended-medical-leave-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/8784909941524432029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/8784909941524432029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/extended-medical-leave-part-ii.html' title='Extended medical leave - Part II'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-8297030611544177327</id><published>2009-06-19T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:40:28.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Extended medical leave</title><content type='html'>Was asked why have I not been updating my blog. Nope, I was not busy. It was all because I was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped and fell from the staircase last Saturday, I thought I would be paralysed as I was in severe pain and could not move for the first 10  minutes. Guess my mind was too drama as I managed to stand up afterthat, but I was still in severe pain. Went to see Orthopedic on Monday and the xray shows that I have crack on my spinal cord(S5, whatever this is). The doctor gave me one week of medical leave to rest at home. One week! I've never taken one week of medical leave. You must be thinking it must be great to have a week off from work. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That's what I thought too!&lt;/span&gt; but it turned out to be not as fun as I thought it would be. Due to this injury, I cannot sit, cannot drive properly, I can only lay down or stand and walk (slowly). So shopping, lunching, sing K, watch movie is not an option. I did not set my foot out of the gate this whole week. I was telling my friend today "It has been a week I did not touch the tar road." Guess what was the suggestion? "Oh, then you just walk out of your house, touch the tar road, then walk back in." &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(wow~how come I never thought of that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sometimes I just wonder how did I get to know such 'brilliant' friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been doing this week? Wake up in the morning, take my brunch and medication, lay down and watch TV, fall asleep at 3pm+, wake up at 5pm+, have my dinner, then sleep. In a nutshell, my life this week is to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zzzz, eat, zzzz, eat, and zzzz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ahh...life is so blissful...for the first few days, came the 4th day, I can feel &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mushrooms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blooming from my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow up check is next Monday, hopefully doctor is happy with my recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all readers, please be extremely careful when you are walking down a wet staircase. The pain really stinks and it takes forever to heal. Doctor said for my case, it will usually takes 3~4 weeks to heal...sigh...cannot even sit comfortable...no clue how I will survive 8 hours of office works next week. Hopefully I will feel better next week. I have been diligently taking calcium supplements and milk daily (mooooo~), in hope that the crack will heal by tomorrow...Can't be more optimistic....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-8297030611544177327?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8297030611544177327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/extended-medical-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/8297030611544177327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/8297030611544177327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/extended-medical-leave.html' title='Extended medical leave'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-8713124182366655800</id><published>2009-06-16T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:14:00.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>To my beloved Patra...</title><content type='html'>Patra, June 1995 ~ June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to our family as a puppy, as cute as you can. I can still remember when mom and dad took you out from the car, You were spotless. It was just like yesterday. We grew together, went to the playground and played the slide together, got scolded by dad together, got wet together when I wash the car. As You grew, spots start to appear on your body. You've always liked to sunbath, sleep under the car, refused to shower, and hide when the lighting strikes. All these memories are what is left by You to the family. You have been obedient and took good care of the family and we are always proud of You. Today, 16 June 2009, You were called by HIM, and have to leave the family. It is difficult for the family and I am sure it must be even difficult for You. For You have been with and loved the family for the past 14 years unconditionally. Please take care and rest in peace, You will forever be missed and remembered by the family. We will miss You, Patra...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-8713124182366655800?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8713124182366655800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-beloved-patra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/8713124182366655800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/8713124182366655800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-my-beloved-patra.html' title='To my beloved Patra...'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-7276054833983725691</id><published>2009-06-14T11:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:27:17.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Tiffany &amp; Co.</title><content type='html'>Ahh~My first purchase from Tiffany &amp;amp; Co...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~The little blue box...that all girls love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347031737041065570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SjR5CPkSlmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ea9UvCt6FTI/s320/P6142167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I've always wanted to get another charm for my bracelet. Checked out Tiffany at Pavilion yesterday and came out of the store with a little blue box containing the below...hehehe...happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347033131008594754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SjR6TYgDE0I/AAAAAAAAABM/94qlzljvQo8/s320/P6142183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Isn't it a beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347031737342274082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SjR5CQsGqiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nBOyJ7MtQxI/s320/P6142190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here my bracelet, with the new and old charm...charming isn't it...hehehe....so happy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347031748520578674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/SjR5C6VODnI/AAAAAAAAABE/csoahzgvnCg/s320/P6142207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is my first Tiffany purchase, others were gifts...how much is the damage for this charm? RM300...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-7276054833983725691?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7276054833983725691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiffany-co.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/7276054833983725691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/7276054833983725691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/tiffany-co.html' title='Tiffany &amp; Co.'/><author><name>ME</name><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/_f8dB58VnUmM/SjR5CPkSlmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ea9UvCt6FTI/s72-c/P6142167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108766174701249570.post-5988746726464217758</id><published>2009-06-10T12:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:19:03.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Cute little pig...oink oink</title><content type='html'>I came across this in Gardens and have decided to buy it. Isn't it cute? Any idea what is this?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345548013149982610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/Si8zmJWZj5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CIdD3n9wLGs/s320/P6082113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345547747486398914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/Si8zWrrQ-cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/n5jt4rhwmgY/s320/P6082119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; It comes with a profile too!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might have got it right...this is what it is for...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345548333076537490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/Si8z4xK1YJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/hFY52P0N72Q/s320/P6082115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Is for the user to rest their bum on it....syiok~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damage is RM39.80....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-5988746726464217758?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5988746726464217758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-little-pigoink-oink.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/5988746726464217758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/5988746726464217758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/cute-little-pigoink-oink.html' title='Cute little pig...oink oink'/><author><name>ME</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8dB58VnUmM/Si8zmJWZj5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CIdD3n9wLGs/s72-c/P6082113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7108766174701249570.post-8294327411794329874</id><published>2009-06-06T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:09:41.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>My irritating colleague</title><content type='html'>I am sure everyone will have that someone which you hate most in your work place. Let's name this irritating colleague of mine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, office was having blood donation drive. I was in the room chatting with those who are donating, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ZZ&lt;/span&gt; came and register to be a donor. Earlier, I've checked with the nurse and was advised that I am not fit to donate as today the first day of my menses and most of my colleagues are aware. Half way chatting with our HR manager, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ZZ&lt;/span&gt;, trying to be smart interrupted our conversation telling HR "you should bring her(me) to the toilet to check if her claim is TRUE. What a coincident?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can you believe it? This actually came out from a guy's mouth! What sort of guys will say such a thing? I so wanted to stuff the bloody pad into his mouth and give him 2 tight slap on his face (&lt;em&gt;pardon my language&lt;/em&gt;). I find this so rude and disrespectful!! Not even a word of apology from ZZ, and he thought the statement was funny! I hope he will be a woman in his next life and bleed to death!! I hate guy who does not respect woman!! I so wanted to tell the nurse to drain his blood dry...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bleed bleed bleed&lt;/span&gt;~~hahahahhaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-8294327411794329874?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8294327411794329874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-sure-everyone-will-have-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/8294327411794329874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/8294327411794329874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-sure-everyone-will-have-that.html' title='My irritating colleague'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-2515517665825625400</id><published>2009-06-06T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:38:15.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Some farnee colleague...</title><content type='html'>So frustrated with some funny attitudes that one has towards their errors.&lt;br /&gt;An email was sent to a colleague AJ last evening at 5:43pm to update the system. Called AJ at 5pm today to check on the status of the update and was told that "it was not done yesterday because the email was sent after 5:30pm" but managed to work on a similar request that we sent past 6pm yesterday. What sort of excuses is this? It is obvious that AJ overlooked the first request. I just cannot understand why can't AJ just admit that the email request was oversighted? The change requires 24 hrs to take effect and now it is delayed. OK, let's take it that the email got to AJ 13mins after the official office hours, it could have been actioned first thing in the morning but no...it can only be actioned after my follow up call..hmm..if the email is not overlooked, I wonder what other reasons could it be...maybe AJ purposely delay it so that AJ can listen to my annoyed voice?&lt;br /&gt;The moment I heard AJ said that the email was not actioned on time because the email reached her 13 minutes after the office hours, I so wanted to throw my chair towards AJ. Here I am trying to clean up a mess that was caused by AJ because a project got delayed due to few of AJ's oversight. Me and another colleague had to explain and apologise to the business on errors that were not done by us and with AJ behaving with such beh tahan attitude, I feel like giving AJ a piece of my mind. Can't one just apologise for the errors they've done? What would they get by behaving like this? This is so irritating and frustrating. The best thing is, I am of higher hierarchy than AJ but seems like AJ is the boss. OMG! Really beh tahan...Argh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-2515517665825625400?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2515517665825625400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-farnee-colleague.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/2515517665825625400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/2515517665825625400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-farnee-colleague.html' title='Some farnee colleague...'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-5348841871313649987</id><published>2009-05-27T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:15:44.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>VVIP...</title><content type='html'>A senior VIP will be visiting the office today and tomorrow. The moment we got to know that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; will be visiting, it has got all of us busy. From updating the notice board to rolling out the red carpets, not the mention those hotels and limo arrangements. All the Managers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;above&lt;/span&gt; are required to put on a suit today. Email has been blast to all employees inbox on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DOs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DON'Ts&lt;/span&gt;. All these preparations and efforts are just for the 2 days visit by this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the beautifying done, we are putting up a pretty facade to show this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; but is it worth it? Why can't we just be who we are and what we are? So if this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; decides to be based here, does this means that the whole company will continue put up with this? My Manager check each aisle to make sure everything is properly in placed, this action reminds me of school days, spot check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this, where all T&amp;amp;E budget is cut, increment is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frozen&lt;/span&gt; and yet this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;VVIP&lt;/span&gt; still gets to travel the world via FIRST CLASS!! with 5* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;accommodations&lt;/span&gt;!! on company's expense!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!! Sometimes I wonder, how would the company wants us as employees to react and continue to stay motivated when the low level employees are asked to cut cost but yet the big shots gets to travel in luxury...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-5348841871313649987?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5348841871313649987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/vvip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/5348841871313649987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/5348841871313649987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/vvip.html' title='VVIP...'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-8610766696780788844</id><published>2009-05-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:15:12.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drivers'/><title type='text'>While feeding my car...</title><content type='html'>On my way home today, my car was getting hungry. To ensure that I will reach home via driving and not by pushing the car, I had to stop by Shell to feed my car. This Shell station was packed with cars, buses, and motorcycles. I guess by now you would know that I will be complaining on some drivers. Nope, I am not doing a write up on how to fill up your gas tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at aisle 2 waiting for a bus to leave but it had to reverse in order to leave because it was too big to go through the station hence I had to reverse and decided to queue at aisle 3. While I was doing this, there was a car that came from the main street, the driver could definitely see that I was on my way to aisle 3, the lady driver decided to queue at aisle 3 too! How nice..the more the merrier? The best thing is she cut right in front of me causing me to be in the middle of no where. I bet she knew what she has done because she mumbled something then stared in front. She &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dare to look at me, &lt;strong&gt;not even a peek!&lt;/strong&gt; She kept looking straight...just ignoring me, it's so obvious that she was 心虛. (I am sure most drivers have used this tactic before when they do not allow another car to cut in front of them, then they just stare in front and ignore the other driver, sounds familiar?). I was on her right, how close were our car? Let just say that I can CLEARLY see the pimples on her face! Obviously she saw me maneuvering to aisle 3 but has decided to join the fun by being KIASU! I hate KIASU people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bus reversed, I went back to aisle 2 as there was no car. There were 2 pumps in an aisle and so happened the motorcycle at the first pump left so I stopped my car at the first pump. Guess what happened next? YES! So the kiasu lady driver has decided to join the fun at aisle 2 and drove over to aisle 2 and used pump #2 (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;無性格!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). I should have just use pump #2 so that she can continue to queue at HER aisle 3 since she was dying to queue there, at times we have to 還人o地嘅心願. But since I'm a civilised driver..*ahem*...I will not do such a thing to other drivers.. :-) I wonder if she felt embarrassed, after all the kiasu actions she has done just to be in front of me but ended up behind me..haha! I think GOD is fair. I was actually quite 心涼..hahahaha...When I left the station, she was still filling up her tank....暗爽..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..before I forget, the kiasu car's number plate is Wxx 9639. When I was driving out from the station, I told myself, she is so going to end up on my blog...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, Life is like a vicious circle, whatever goes around comes around...Life might not always be fair but the person up there will always be fair..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-8610766696780788844?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8610766696780788844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/while-feeding-my-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/8610766696780788844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/8610766696780788844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/while-feeding-my-car.html' title='While feeding my car...'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-4786465828136532156</id><published>2009-05-20T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:08:35.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drivers'/><title type='text'>Drama Driver...</title><content type='html'>To the driver, who took the liberty to stop at the center of the ever busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; Sultan Ismail this morning just to scold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who drive by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; Sultan Ismail every morning to get to work would understand that there are traffics that merge from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; Hang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;. As a civilised driver, we would allow 1 car at a time to merge to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; Sultan Ismail. I was merging from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; Hang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tuah&lt;/span&gt;, this uncle decided to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt; act by stepping on his acceleration the moment he sees me coming from the junction. I understand if he does not allow me to cut in front of him, so I step on my breaks so that he can go first. As he was moving forward, I started to release the break slowly so that I can merge behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you know what he did? Not sure how he suddenly got this&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; idea. This smart uncle decided to stop his car right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of mine so that I cannot come out from the junction. He was seated in his car and started screaming at the top of his lungs (judging from the movement of his mouth..ya..he is screaming) with sign languages hoping that I can hear what he said through our enclosed air-conditioned cars (smart eh?). While all these were happening, there were two thousand cars behind me and NO cars, let me repeat, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO CARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 120 seconds of Tamil drama act from this uncle, he decided to move his car, after moving 2 meters, our friend decided to pull his car to a full stop again ON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; Sultan Ismail (just before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sg&lt;/span&gt; Wang). Guess what he did next? no..he did not come down from his car...but Tamil drama act part II was showing. This time yelling with his head turned 180 degrees so that he can face me and assuming that I can 'hear' his frustration in our enclosed car. He then step on his accelerator and turn into the junction before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sg&lt;/span&gt; Wang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;salute&lt;/span&gt; this uncle, he should be in his late 40s, driving a gold color V*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lvo&lt;/span&gt; (no..not the latest model..it's those ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pek's&lt;/span&gt; model). It is impressive that he can get so angry at 8am, I am sure he will be pissed for the rest of today..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.... I was SO worried that he might get a stroke from his action. No kidding! I think his blood pressure sky rocketed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...I wonder could be it something that his spouse did not give in to him last night ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lvo&lt;/span&gt; Uncle, calm down. At this age, you have to take care of your emotion, do get angry too easily, not good for your health. You will still reach your destination without all these dramas and trust me, your day will be much better and you will not end up being b*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tched&lt;/span&gt; in my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Allow me to clarify the identity of this V*lvo Uncle, although I mentioned Tamil drama, he is a Chinese, I just do not want readers to think that this is an Indian uncle. After all the hardwork he has done in such wee hours, I have to make sure there's no confusion on his identity**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-4786465828136532156?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4786465828136532156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama-driver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/4786465828136532156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/4786465828136532156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama-driver.html' title='Drama Driver...'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-5345188766647845824</id><published>2009-05-11T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:23:46.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>MBA?</title><content type='html'>Recently have been contacted by few of my long lost friends..hope it is not a bad sign..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang, and the caller ID is showing some mysterious China phone number. No clue who is the caller, was thinking must be those China prank calls again. In a split second, I thought I better not answer the call but changed my mind. Am glad that I pick up the call, as it was from a dear friend (KY) whom I have not spoken to for ages. KY will be going for MBA this July and was reminding me that I should not continue to procrastinate my MBA plans. I've always wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; for my MBA since I gotten my undergrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GMAT has always been the reason why I have yet to start the application process. I've heard so much stories on how difficult GMAT is and etc. I guess it is just a lame excuse and the main culprit is just my laziness. My GMAT book is still in its wrapper dated 2004, this shows how eager I am to start my MBA... hmmm... wonder should I start now or wait for next year? The thought of quitting my job to go back to school really got me hesitated...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-5345188766647845824?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5345188766647845824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/mba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/5345188766647845824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/5345188766647845824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/mba.html' title='MBA?'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-4363246389873900047</id><published>2009-05-11T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:35:25.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Hot hot hot....</title><content type='html'>The weather lately has been utterly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and to make things worst, there's no wind. Sunday's weather was fuming at 102°F/35°C, unless you are in an air conditioned place, it is literally an oven out there. While I was driving yesterday with the air-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on full blast, I can feel my skin being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barbecued&lt;/span&gt; in the car under the glaring Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came lunch time, I was debating between Domino's or duck rice as my lunch. I firstly went to Domino's all because it was air conditioned but the queue was too long so I've decided to divert to duck rice. When I was walking out of the shop I overheard a father talking to his son, "the weather is so hot, I can barely think properly." He was saying this with his butt seated in an air conditioned room, I wonder what will happened to his brain the moment he steps out of the shop, maybe his brain will melt immediately once his hair is in contact with the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So roast duck rice it is, the ever famous duck rice shop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Under such extreme weather, at 2pm, in a non air conditioned shop, and what can you find? tables filled with humans and a queue for take way that is extended to the center of the street. This proves what a good roast duck can do, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;insane&lt;/span&gt; people to wait/queue under the hot Sun just to have a bite of it. And YES! I am one of the insane people queuing for my lunch. It took me 25 minutes to get my lunch but it is all worth it. The succulent roast duck is excellent and not to forget its roast pork and char &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;siew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...YUM~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under such hot weather, what's the best way to cool yourself? No matter how many times you shower in cold water, trust me, it does not help. No matter how fast your fan blows, it does not help either, because it will only be circulating hot air. The BEST way is to hide in an air conditioned room..which is exactly what I did after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sumptuous&lt;/span&gt; lunch, and guess what happens next? Yes, dreamland was calling, zzZZZzz is it...ahh..life is so blissful~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the change in weather is a sign of global warming? It is said that such weather will persists till September'09. The heat is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt;, not sure how we can survive pass September. Lastly, let's hope that there will no interruption to the water supply. Am sure you do know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SYABAS&lt;/span&gt; is capable of doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-4363246389873900047?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4363246389873900047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/weather-lately-has-been-utterly-hot-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/4363246389873900047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/4363246389873900047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/weather-lately-has-been-utterly-hot-and.html' title='Hot hot hot....'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-2146283572857425953</id><published>2009-05-09T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:31:25.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><title type='text'>Long lost friend..resurfaced</title><content type='html'>After 4 months of absolutely NO contact from CC, he for whatever reasons has decided today is a good day to call me. My phone rang, a long missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ringtone&lt;/span&gt; was ringing (他不會是個好男人也不會是個好情人...你對我說我們只是擦肩而過..yes..I've assigned a rather unique tone for CC) and it took my a while to realise who could be the caller. He asked if I would like to come out for tea, I wanted to say no but decided that I should go, since it has been months we meet so this might be a good opportunity to catch up. Overall the tea session went smooth. Both of us were a bit awkward at the beginning but things got better later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-2146283572857425953?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2146283572857425953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-4-months-of-absolutely-no-contact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/2146283572857425953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/2146283572857425953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-4-months-of-absolutely-no-contact.html' title='Long lost friend..resurfaced'/><author><name>ME</name><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-7108766174701249570.post-322155783643980168</id><published>2009-05-09T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:24:25.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>About this blog and my promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After years of wanting or rather dreaming to start writting a blog, I have FINALLY decided the auspicious day is to be today. This blog is to capture the happy, sad, and memorable events that happen in an ordinary person's life, who happens to be yours truly...*ahem*...&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will persuade myself to make sure that I will continue to blog and this entry will not be the last entry in my blog :-) (hopefully I can stick to my own promise)...you see...I am one lazy person who LOVEs to be a couch potato so this promise could be challenging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7108766174701249570-322155783643980168?l=thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/322155783643980168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-this-blog-and-my-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/322155783643980168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7108766174701249570/posts/default/322155783643980168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecaptureofmylife.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-this-blog-and-my-promise.html' title='About this blog and my promise'/><author><name>ME</name><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>
